dutchrain
* der Weisheit
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Wonderful responses, guys and girls.
Today is Friday which means the weekend is upon us. For some, it has already started (those time zoned challenged Aussies). Since yesterday was a question of deep thoughts and such, we will go much less deep today. (Teehee)
When you meet someone who attracts you, what is the first thing that catches your eye? It can be shallow. It doesn't matter. I mean, I'm sure Wide_Eyed_Indulgence is going to be shy to say that she uses the dick pic she gets as a litmus test. It's okay WEI. No one is judging you. (I am, just a little) But we all find different things captivating. For some it's eyes, smile, arse or even the maze of veins running around a rigid meat stick. Whatever floats your boat.
I am talking physical stuff here, too. I mean, for instance, a certain Aussie might be willing to say that she was initially attracted to my humour, wit, charm, brilliance, etc. But I mean my physical traits. It could be my stick arms. My stick legs. My disproportionately long torso. My fuzzy hair. My 36pt line weight cock.
For me, the first thing is the face. That's what I see before anything. Then, immediately following that, is breasts. I love boobs. They are as beautiful as the day is long. Unless they aren't.
For me it are the hands. If someone is introduced to me, or introduces himself, I'll always glance down when we shake hands.
Clean nails, without jags and corners, and hands (or on someone who is gardener or something like that, just a few traces of soil or walnut-green or -brown (that stuff is really, really hard to get rid off), with a vein on the wrist, tendons moving, and the just exact force as he shakes my hand. I want to feel his force without getting my fingers squeezed.
Before that, I might take glance at the total. A suit is a winner, but nice jeans (strangely it doesn't matter if they are new or old) and a shirt is great too. And clean shoes.
All this only applies if I am not introduced to him while he is gardening, working on a car, building a shed, or something like that. Then I would be more then pleased to shake his hand anyway.
All this talk about humour and personality disgusts me, people. Can't you just look skin deep? Does it always have to be what's on the inside. This is what is wrong with society these days. *wags judgmental finger*
I like to see laugh-wrinkles around his eyes.
