Maybe it's because they generally appear to be the exact opposite of me, in terms of interests. I'm sure some of them read poetry, but for the most part, they're different from me. They drive lifted trucks with large tires. They wear flannels and work boots. Their hands are callused from manual labor.
And I find it all extremely sexy.
Tonight, I was at Walmart. Yes, I know, I know. They pay their workers horrible wages and pull insurance scams, etc. Many other American corporations do the same thing. I know that I still shouldn't shop there, but I do anyway---for odds and ends. I was looking at a display of clearance sweatshirts. $6.50 for hooded sweatshirts--not a bad deal. The shirt selection was paltry though. There were lots of odd colors: purple, neons, bright blue, kelly green, and some gray ones too. The only shirts left were either men's small or men's 3XL.
I managed to snag a gray medium sized shirt--literally, the last one. After I left the display, these two guys walked over. They were medium height, medium weight... not really "built," but not scrawny either. They both had on flannels, zip up hoodies over the flannels, well-worn jeans, and light brown work boots. I didn't have to even see their faces and, immediately, I thought they were hot.
It's interesting how fast we can look at someone and gauge his attractiveness. According to an article at http://www.nature.com/scitable/blog/our-science/love_in_02_seconds, it can take a mere 0.2 seconds for the brain to release chemicals that "feel love." I'm assuming a short amount of time is also taken in regard to the brain responding to someone else's physical attractiveness.
I think it's always interesting to think of origins of our conceptions of attractiveness. Since high school, I can recall being attracted to "labor" looking guys. I even remember taking the Greyhound bus from Ohio to NYC (after visiting our grandmother for the holiday) and being attracted to the Amish men, with their long facial hair and large hands. I've never really dated any guys who did hard labor, although I once had a summer fling with a mechanic. He called his mother "Mommy" though, so I can't really associate him with being a true "masculine" type of guy.
I guess a lot of this has to come down to my father's death. I have minimal images of him in my memory, but the ones that stand out are ones related to his hard manual work. He was a contractor and drove a hunter green truck. He often wore this olive green knit beanie hat. When I see a man who resembles that description anyhow whatsoever, I think that my "father memory" radar goes off.
And I find it all extremely sexy.
Tonight, I was at Walmart. Yes, I know, I know. They pay their workers horrible wages and pull insurance scams, etc. Many other American corporations do the same thing. I know that I still shouldn't shop there, but I do anyway---for odds and ends. I was looking at a display of clearance sweatshirts. $6.50 for hooded sweatshirts--not a bad deal. The shirt selection was paltry though. There were lots of odd colors: purple, neons, bright blue, kelly green, and some gray ones too. The only shirts left were either men's small or men's 3XL.
I managed to snag a gray medium sized shirt--literally, the last one. After I left the display, these two guys walked over. They were medium height, medium weight... not really "built," but not scrawny either. They both had on flannels, zip up hoodies over the flannels, well-worn jeans, and light brown work boots. I didn't have to even see their faces and, immediately, I thought they were hot.
It's interesting how fast we can look at someone and gauge his attractiveness. According to an article at http://www.nature.com/scitable/blog/our-science/love_in_02_seconds, it can take a mere 0.2 seconds for the brain to release chemicals that "feel love." I'm assuming a short amount of time is also taken in regard to the brain responding to someone else's physical attractiveness.
I think it's always interesting to think of origins of our conceptions of attractiveness. Since high school, I can recall being attracted to "labor" looking guys. I even remember taking the Greyhound bus from Ohio to NYC (after visiting our grandmother for the holiday) and being attracted to the Amish men, with their long facial hair and large hands. I've never really dated any guys who did hard labor, although I once had a summer fling with a mechanic. He called his mother "Mommy" though, so I can't really associate him with being a true "masculine" type of guy.
I guess a lot of this has to come down to my father's death. I have minimal images of him in my memory, but the ones that stand out are ones related to his hard manual work. He was a contractor and drove a hunter green truck. He often wore this olive green knit beanie hat. When I see a man who resembles that description anyhow whatsoever, I think that my "father memory" radar goes off.
