I’m getting a bit agey, but I don’t have a lot of understanding of men who don’t respect women. What’s the point? Even if a woman is a jerk (and there are plenty of those) there’s no point in treating her badly. If you don’t think well enough of her to treat her with respect, it’s best to just leave her alone. Interaction will turn out badly, and probably for both.
When I was dating, the most attractive female appearance to me was being well-groomed and tastefully dressed, with maybe just a touch of something mildly, but tastefully, suggesting sexiness…in single women only. I figured single women had a right to that. After all, lots of them were trying to be attractive to single men, and that was okay with me.
As a single man, I wasn’t looking for another guy to run around with. I was looking for a woman, and one with certain characteristics. One, I’ll admit, was attractiveness to me. Some were to me (I’ll say it) intensely “sexy” without forcing it in any way. Another was being a genuine Catholic woman. Another was cleverness and a certain degree of cultural literacy. Another was determination and knowing her own mind.
I am sure lots of men accost women in a bad way. But to tell the truth, I often approached young women “cold call” that I didn’t know at all, and tried to strike up a conversation, hopefully leading to a date. Some weren’t interested, and let it be known. Some were; most of them as I recall. I see nothing wrong with that. When you’re single and you know the other person is single, that’s part of what you’re about. You’re both hunting. It’s part of the game of life.
Overly revealing clothing just struck me as being slobbish and, really didn’t seem attractive. It still seems so to me. Rolls of flesh extruding from the top of one’s jeans, for example, or excessive and forced cleavage are just not very pretty. I am not sure why women wear things like that, but I think they’re deluded if they think it’s attractive to the kind of men they really ought to be attracting. But self-delusion is hardly rare in this world.
When I met my wife of, lo, these many years, it was as 'cold" a call as could be imagined. I didn’t like her at first, and she didn’t like me. She was sharp-tongued in a clever and self-assured way, and I deserved every shot she gave me. It was at a political watch party. We ultimately made a truce, and began to like each other. We started dating and eventually realized we loved each other for quite some while before either of us would admit it.
She was modest, and yet very attractive as a woman if you know what I mean. I can’t even explain it. She didn’t overdo modesty and had that “touch” of mysterious allure that you couldn’t describe. She knew who she was.
Maybe I’m behind the times here.
