This morning I was alert enough to watch my husband getting dressed for work. One the simple pleasures of married life. As I lay in bed watching him and thinking how dead sexy he is, I realized that, after 10 years together, I’m as attracted to him now as I was at the dawn of our relationship. If not more.
Sure, he’s not in the same shape he was when we met (neither am I), there’s just a bit more of him to love. But, visually, he still turns me on. I’m not sure my idea of “hot” has been skewed by time as the celebrities I’d say are hot is not out of line with the norm. Granted, my love may not make every woman quake with desire (thankfully), but I’m hooked. So, this is love talking, right?
Which led me to my next conclusion. Should time and health shine on us, one of these days I’m gonna wake up and see an 80-year-old man putting on his trousers and think, “Damn. You are One. Sexy. Bitch.”
:: shivers ::
Sexy is influenced by experience.
When I was younger, my wife thought black underwear was sexy and white wasn’t, but I thought both were sexy. I’d grown up being fascinated by the white bra section of the Sears catalog.
Now however, I’ve learned (been taught? indoctrinated?) to agree that black is sexy, blue is teasing, red is Hot, and white is for women who still buy bras from the Sears catalog.
Even better: I told him. But I’m sure he’ll see the thread as he’s one of our own (dopers, that is). Hope Norwegian Blue doesn’t get all embarrassed that I went public with my lewd thoughts.
Shibb, you’ve just reminded me. I wasn’t wearing my glasses this morning!
:smack: Will try again tomorrow with proper visual aids.
TheMadHun, yes black is sexy. Even for guy underwear. Especially if they’re boxer briefs. Red is definitely hot. Blue is meh. Plaid is weird. And paisley is for 80-year-old asses.
I read the thread title and thought “Damn, girl, we have got to get you out of Arkansas.” That being said…
Sexy is most definitely in the eye, or to be more specific, the brain of the beholder. To me, it’s mostly about attitude and personality. Sure, it might be fun to take a girl like, say, Jenna Bush to bed. But I for one would dread the next morning’s breakfast. What’s sexy about that?
You’re killing me Cinnamon. Just killing me. As I spent the last year with the Love of My Life ™ until we were seperated by a lack of common citizenship. And watching him get dressed for work is one of the simple pleasures I miss most. Not quite up there with watching him get undressed for bed, but close.
I agree with Indygrrl. And I don’t think it has anything to do with eyesight.
cuauhtemoc, yes we’re lucky. The feeling is obviously mutual. When I look at myself in the mirror and realize that I’ve grown sub-par for my own liking, it’s fabulous to know that my husband still thinks I’m hot. He says so often. Yeah, I’m very lucky!
betenoir, I’m sorry you’re missing out. It’s just temporary, I hope? I can’t imagine being without my love. I gave up so much to be with him and I don’t regret it in the least. The simple pleasures are the ones I’d surely miss the most. But, yeah, the getting dressed part is almost bittersweet since he’s going to be gone shortly, while the getting undressed part is enough to drive you mad!
It’s just temporary, I hope? I can’t imagine being without my love. I gave up so much to be with him and I don’t regret it in the least. The simple pleasures are the ones I’d surely miss the most. But, yeah, the getting dressed part is almost bittersweet since he’s going to be gone shortly, while the getting undressed part is enough to drive you mad! 