To me there is nothing sexier than a smart, articulate, witty man. Sure, I find certain physical attributes attractive: beefy forearms: great smile, thick thighs and broad shoulders; however, no matter how attractive I find a man physically, if he can’t carry on a conversation, it doesn’t work for me. The term for this is sapiosexual–someone who is aroused by intelligence.
I’ve often wondered what determines a person’s level of intelligence. Degrees don’t work. Some of the stupidest people I’ve met have doctorates. Some of the smartest people I’ve met are uneducated rednecks. So, I think the beauty of the brain is in the eye of the beholder. An intellectual connection is just as individualized as a physical connection. What sparks flames in my brain, might not spark flames in the brains of my friends. Although, I can assure you my friends and I are more likely to sit around an marvel at a man’s brain than we are his looks.
It’s hard for me to figure out what I find attractive about a man’s brain. Philosophy on life? Sense of humor? Well read? Mechanically inclined? It’s easy for me to point out the physical traits I find desirable, but the mind is a tricky thing. Dr. Sheldon Cooper from The Big Bang Theory is brilliant, but I don’t think I’d ever drool over the guy. DSI John Luther from the BBC series Luther, now that’s my kind of intelligent. Why? I have no idea. Just like I can’t tell you why I find cowboys more attractive than men in Armani suits or why I find Latinos more attractive than wholesome, blond Mormons. All I know is that if the man connects with me intellectually, it doesn’t matter if he’s a blond Mormon in an Armani suit, I’m aroused.
The brain really is the biggest sex organ.