There is a reason why I still see my old doctor, although I moved further away than is practical or convenient. She is a short, chubby woman with a thick Polish accent. I was confirmed that that is the right type of doctor for me today, as I visited a specialist.
I am having my tonsils removed, so I had to see this guy.
Now, I’m a middle-aged, boring woman to whom “slipping into something more comfortable” – which once meant laces and push-up-effects – now means taking off my bra and entering the remains of a t-shirt and sweat pants so old that the knees still stand out when I am not wearing them. Just to say, that I’m kind of over the age where SEX is top of mind constantly.
Well, that sure changed, as I entered this office. Walking towards me – in slow motion – was the hottest, most handsome, sexy Dr. McDreamy, ever. We’re talking tall and dark; eyes of liquid silver that seemed to penetrate my soul. Big – yet sensitive – hands that gripped mine so firmly, and… Well, you get it. He was hot!
His hotness was kind of annoying when, after hearing my medical history, he pulled out a long tube and inserted it in my nostril to get a good look at my tonsils from the back (!) while asking me if I snore. (I do NOT!) (Only if I have a cold.) (And then it sounds like silver bells.) (Wind-chimes.) (Fairies sneezing.) (Shut up!)
It really is rather silly, this thing I have, that doctors, per se, are sexier than the average person. I just think that. (This guy really was incredibly hot – I contemplated asking him for a breast exam, but of course, I didn’t. Not after the nose-lookie-lookie.)
Lots of physical features are sexy: I notice hands, eyes, skin, hair, teeth and over-all build. But more important to sexiness than any physical feature, are the other things.
More than anything, I find that intelligence is sexy. Particularly when it manifests in competence. Ah, people, who can do things. Build something, play an instrument, sing, speak other languages, cook, dance – whatever. Oooh, this leads to creativity. Yu-hum! Creativity is actually linked to musicality – also very sexy!!
I’ve always thought that humor was sexy. It became particularly evident one time when my friend and I were backpacking across the United States. In our hostel, we met two guys and the four of us agreed to go out to dinner. One was very handsome and one was very plain. At dinner, it turned out that the plain one was hilarious and the handsome one was completely void of personality – so much so, that they changed looks; the plain one turned handsome and the handsome turned kind of – meeh. The fact that sexiness is defined by personality became clear to me that night.
On the other hand, humor alone does not cut it. Who wants to fuck Ricky Gervais? Humor combined with charm, on the other hand, is irresistible. (Take me, take me now!)
Youth and vitality are universally sexy. You know, reproduction, and all that.
I think, though, that vitality is more important to sexiness than youth, because youth often comes with a certain degree of immaturity – and that certainly is a turn-off. So we can add maturity to the list. More so, because maturity often come with confidence and self-awareness, also sexy features (in balanced measures – too much or too little is equally bad!).
Ambition is sexy. It doesn’t have to be career-ambition but people who are driven; focused; goal-oriented. That is sexy.
I find lots of things sexy, that don’t follow the norm. I like a small underbite. A belly can be quite nice. Not a huge beer-gut but a small potbelly can be rather attractive. Cozy. Baldness can certainly be sexy.
There is actually a whole set of categories that describe sexiness that does not follow the norm, including (but not limited to):
- Ugly-sexy: John Malkovich would be a fine representative of this category.
- Power-sexy: There are countless examples of politicians, who are hot, although they are not.
- Communist Doctor sexy: Yes, doctors need sub-categories. This is my friend’s favorite category. She says that Julian Sands (as he looked in “Room with a View”) looks like a hot communist doctor.
- Norwegian-sexy: They speak so funny and wear such thick woolen sweaters; mmmmmm.
- Hippie-sexy: Let’s build that sweat lodge, shall we?
Anyway. Although there is some continuity, what constitutes ‘sexy’ change, as we grow older. In my teens and early 20s, I REALLY liked it when guys had long hair. Now, as I rapidly approach 40, guys don’t even need to have hair.
As long as they are doctors; intelligent, competent, charming, funny, creative, musical, vital, ambitious, mature and bald doctors with underbites, potbellies and nice hands.
Gonna go give myself that breast exam now.
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