…to say that the brain is the most powerful sexual organ. But like most clichés, there’s more than just a bit of truth involved.
I met my first truly smart, independent-minded woman (in this case, girl) when we were both sophomores in high school. To say I was smitten would be an understatement of the first magnitude. I was amazed by this previously unknown creature. She truly did not care what other people thought, but at the same time was open and friendly to everyone, regardless of what “group” they belonged in. Her interests were varied, and she was completely passionate about each and every one of them.
Like the majority of teenage boys, I was like a dog chasing a car… even if I caught it, I wouldn’t know what to do with it. I followed her around like a puppy, and she indulged me for months. We’d play tennis, go to the library and find books that had never been checked out, pretty much whatever she wanted to do. The day came that I screwed up the courage to try and get to that “next level,” I was so in love that I couldn’t imagine that the feelings weren’t mutual. The crushing blow of her reaction eventually became a life-changer for me. We were sitting in my car eating ice cream, when I finally professed my undying love. A look of compassion came over her face, as she sat her cup on the dash, and took my face in both her hands. “I know you do,” was all she said, smiling, and then she went back to her ice cream like nothing had happened. I was bewildered for years.
It took me until my college years to really understand what had happened, and how lucky I’d been to encounter her early in my development. She understood, even at that relatively young age, that her personality would have consumed mine, providing her no real challenge or stimulation, two keys to a great relationship. Since then, I’ve developed confidence and strength, and love the company of a smart, independent-spirited woman.
Wow… kind of wandered off into the weeds there, sorry. Back to smart women… How do I love thee? Let me count the ways…
Smart, independent spirited women are always sensual and erotic, and they know the difference between the two. They crave together-time as well as apart time, because they understand that while shared experiences grow the bond, separate experiences maintain the mystery and interest.
Smart women are not afraid to ask questions, and know that admitting you don’t know something is not a display of weakness, but an opportunity to learn. They read, write, paint, sculpt, do something to unleash and nourish the creative juices.
Smart women appreciate, no, crave a man who has his own mind, his own interests, but who is willing to share both with someone able to make the effort to understand them. They relish new experiences and the company of good friends.
Smart women are, as a rule, kind and compassionate because they know that circumstances change quickly and without warning. They love passionately and completely.
Smart women know that surrender does not mean you give up. They appreciate a good adrenaline rush and work to take care of themselves.
Smart women know that the anticipation, the tease, the building of interest and excitement can be just as thrilling as the event itself. They understand that cliché about the mind being a sexual organ, and provide the living proof.
God, I love smart women.