What turns men on?

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Registered: 11-01-2005
What turns men on?
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Fri, 03-24-2006 - 10:02am

There's an article on the ivillage homepage with the title "Real Men Talk About What Turns Them On."

I didn't read it, but just the title created a definite reaction for me. I mean, how many years have we been looking at magazine covers like Cosmo and seeing these headlines? There was a time in my not too distant past when I would have eagerly read the article looking for tips on what attracts a man and how to win a man. What should I wear? What should I say? How should I kiss? What should I do in bed?

Today, I thought: "who cares?" I don't need to read some article on what 20 men think is sexy, or what attracts them, or whatever - and then try to change myself into some perfect version of what I think men are looking for. What I need to do is continue to be me, and continue becoming a better me, and the one man who finds "what I already am" sexy, will notice. Then, that man can tell me what turns *him* on, and I'll gladly listen.

I think this might be what people mean by being sick of the dating games. Mostly, I am sick of trying to be something that I'm not, and I am so ready to meet someone who will love me for who I am. Wouldn't that be such a relief? To be yourself and know you are accepted for that?




Edited 3/27/2006 3:36 pm ET by tallgirlcolo

AJ, enjoying life with C.

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Registered: 11-01-2005
Tue, 03-28-2006 - 7:44pm

For me, Cosmo wasnt more than a way to satisfy my curiosity about sex when I was a teenager and young 20's (yeah cuz 23 is old..haha...no really, it is). I remember getting one like it was forbidden and giggling about it with a few of my friends. That was before I had sex that is. I pretty much surmised anyway that it was a all a bunch of hooey and that I would still have to ask/figure it out on my own. A magazine can't teach someone how to be a good lover.

Its like the first time I went into a porn shop. Curiosity and immaturity and that 18th birthday made me go in with my good Catholic friend (poor girl didn't know where to put her eyes) but it really didnt' teach me much about sex at all. All I learned was that you can only pay with cash, Catholic friends never let you forget about dragging them in there with you, and that nudie cards lose their appeal after awhile.

I figured out that I'd rather just be me, figure it out along the way and hope I do well.
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