by Kiersten Hallie Krum
“Doth not the appetite alter? A man loves the meat in his youth that he cannot endure in his age.” So doth Benedict lament in Much Ado About Nothing when trying to talk himself out of his previous protestations against love.
It’s true. As we get older, our tastes change.
Some of that’s biology. Our bodies, and other appetites, simply can’t stomach what we used to gorge on without compunction. Some of it’s wisdom and experience that views our once young fervency through more jaded eyes. Though there is a sadness in that loss of young conviction that once compelled us to swear those flourescent leg warmers were the best thing evah. Overall, it’s just a natural maturing of taste and preference. Which leads me to a question that been quietly needling at me for a few months now.
When did I develop a thing for dads?
Don’t mistake me, I’m not talking about a fetish need to call a lover “daddy” because—no. Hell no. But I’ve notice a personal trend where most of the men to whom I’m attracted are happily married and/or have children. Young children. I don’t even want children of my own; I’m a great fake aunt and a kick-ass babysitter but I deeply cherish the “send them home” philosophy. Yet I have a visceral reaction to a handsome man with a layer of scruff and an impish tot on his shoulders.* Yes, the scruff is key. I’m on a detour; I’m not off my usual route altogether.
This puzzled me until I realized the men in my age group of mphrm years old are now of “dad” age. They, and I, are seasoned. It’s not that my tastes are changing, it’s that they’re evolving along with my (gasp!) age.
That’s the beauty of the subjective aspect of attraction. We all have the main parts, it’s the variations on their assembly that creates that zing of attraction. And it changes as we change, as life and relationship experience hone the qualities we seek in a mate, both physical and emotional.
Biologically, I’m drawn to the evidence that these men have duly provided hearth and home along with the proof of their virility in being able to create offspring. What nurturing DNA I have is poked by the tenderness displayed in their demonstrations of affection to their children.
Visually, they’re damn hot.
Have your tastes evolved as you’ve become more…seasoned? Or do you still find the same physical and emotional qualities attractive in a man as you did in your younger, perhaps less wise years?
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*Adorable cats or puppies also apply here.