by Madeline Iva
I’ve been thinking lately. Some women like a guy who plays guitar. Some women like the guy with a hot car. Some women like the guy who gives that little smile and says, “I love kids.”
Not me. No sir.
What turns me on?
Oh, preppy glasses.
A guy in a tie.
I don’t know people, for some reason I just find intelligence highly attractive.
Add to that a guy who’s very articulate and I’m almost panting. You see a pocket protector, I see someone so brilliant he’s transcended fashion all together.
Who said sex is all in the brain? I have no idea, but there’s definitely some massive erogenous zone lurking in my cranium.
Egon from Ghostbusters –I definitely had a crush on him the first time I saw the movie. (The genius-guy who is otherwise totally oblivious—utter catnip for me.)
Keanu Reeves — no, wait. Not a man known for his punishing intellect. But he does have a nice forehead.
Doesn’t that sound so idiotic? Being into foreheads? But I am. I noticed lately on my pinterest board all my inspirational guys I use to physically model heroes on have these really nice, large foreheads…
Please don’t judge.
Jeremy Renner–some might think he’s sorta meh in the looks department. But he plays smart. And look at that forehead.
So why preppy glasses? Well, they are an obvious signal of someone who isn’t afraid to look intellectual. Who is too busy reading to put in contacts. (?) I don’t pretend to understand it–all I know is preppy glasses just send me.
Ties — well, I’ve always had a bit of a tie fetish. Even in high school–I joined the debate team just so I could hang out with a lot of guys in ties on Saturdays.
Perhaps ties signal to me that here is a guy who in some way works with his brain for a living.
In fact, I remember walking up to a guy at a party simply because he was the only guy there wearing a tie and asking him about his work. He looked pretty startled for a second. It turned out he investigated insurance fraud. Most people would already be in a coma, but I was fixated on his loosened tie so I said, really, that sounds fascinating…and found out that he–I mean it–was.
(BTW, don’t use your local gas station to load up on gas before torching your car across town. Each gas station has it’s own unique blend. They can trace the gas from the burned car back to the convenience store, look at the security cameras and…uh-oh!)
Ultimately this guy was a real detective dealing with the criminal mind. His job involved crunching the grey cells to catch the bad guys…which to me made him surprisingly yummy.
So there you have it — are you a smart guy? Show it off — get that hair off your prodigious…forehead. Wear those glasses with pride.
I think the only thing sexier than a super-smart guy is the guy who really is turned on by super smart women. ;>
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