I'm attracted to confidence, that's for sure. When I was single, and primarily looking for sex, I ducked shy guys like the plague. There was one I thought I might ask out though. He was so hot, and way to nervous to ever actually speak to me. He'd occasionally say 'hello' if he passed me in the street, or walked past my house while I was on the porch. Once, I wished him a good afternoon, and he stopped dead in his tracks. He looked up at me on the porch, and I smiled. He smiled back, and then literally searched his mind for something, anything to say. He Finally turned beet red, and mumbled out something that sounded like it might have been, "It's a very nice afternoon, thank you." and walked away with his groceries. I was completely charmed, but knew I wasn't in the right emotional place for someone like him.
One day, I was sitting in a friend's car, two miles from home, and he passed by, recognized me, and found the cajones to come over. I was alone in the car because my friend was off running an errand. Boredom had driven me into my purse, and was playing around with my make-up. He told me something about women being too beautiful to wear make-up, or make-up detracting from a woman's allure, and actually invited me to his church. That's when I knew it would never work with my shy admirer. I could never be serious about a Pentecostal. And if I dated him, I'd never have gotten laid without marrying him. No thanks. Next.
My husband is kind of a lone wolf. He's very bold and assertive with everyone but me. With me, he's like a lamb. This worked out well because I prefer to be the pursuer in a serious relationship. He gave me a good, long, hard chase. I swear I was about to give up on him when he suddenly moved 2000 miles closer to me just to see if it might work out. I wish you all could have seen how nervous he was on our first dozen or so visits. He actually trembled! So cute! I just wanted to take care of him. Sometimes, he still gets shy, and we've been married a year and a half. I love to see him blush. That is a side only I get to see. I mentioned it to his sister and she was floored. Nowadays, however, when we're going to have sex he's every bit the machismo, bossy, pushy man I need in order to get off as well as I can.
If it's just about sex though, give me a very cocky dude with tons, and tons of swagger for days, and a skill-set to back it up.
