She's Beautiful. I'm Still Not Interested
I like beautiful women. I like a great body, a pretty face, and yes, I have a particular weakness for redheads. I'm not going to pretend physical attraction doesn't matter to me. It absolutely does. But I've also discovered that a woman can be exactly my type physically and still manage to kill every bit of interest I might have had.
Example One: The Price of Admission
There is a 31-year-old woman on a site that I have been to that is petite, has a nice body, and is into older, fat guys. She isn't coy about it. She makes it very clear. Sounds great for an old fuck like me, right?
Well... there is a catch (there always is, right?)... Want to meet her? Well, you need to fill out a questionnaire (that's not unreasonable) but then come the details... First,
I receive more responses than I can realistically review, so before I read through yours, I ask for a gift from my wishlist. It helps keep the number manageable, supports the content I post here, and makes the time I put into this process feel worthwhile and fun for me too.
And then the real kicker...
A gift does not guarantee a response, meeting, sexual interaction, or anything else from me. I will most likely NOT meet you. I may NOT meet anyone. If you request it, I’ll try to give you an explanation of why I didn’t choose to meet you, but I do not promise a response, and I do not believe an explanation is ever required.
WTF? Don't get me wrong, I support her rights to establish whatever the fuck she wants as requirements to meet her, but, for me at least, you have just turned me off 100%, regardless of how fucking banging your body is.
All the posts making herself welcoming, the woman of every old, fat man's dream, has basically been negated by coming across as a shallow dick tease. This whole buy me something because it helps me manage things and makes her time fun is a crock of shit. It is another example of a woman flexing her view she is superior simply because she has tits and a pussy that men will grovel at.
Example Two: Beautiful, but Exhausting
From another website I have been to. This woman, no lie, has maybe the most incredibly perfect body I have ever seen. She loves showing it off. She is athletic, firm, small breasts, but not totally flat, very thin waist, round supple ass, muscular (but not manly) legs, and beautiful flowing red hair. Regardless of what she or anyone thinks, she could easily have any man she wanted.
But... every post is her repeating the same things...not being loved, not getting laid, not being held and cuddled, and being mostly unhappy. And then, in the very next breath, when a guy asks her about what it would take to maybe get to know her, she responds that "she's not looking for anyone."
What the actual fuck?
Yeah, that body could maybe make me forget all that last bullshit, but, I really doubt it. From my perspective, the posts seem designed to encourage men to reassure her, offer themselves, or tell her how desirable she is.
After writing this so far, I realize that woman one and woman two are basically doing the same thing: searching for validation and using the platform to get men to grovel, suck-up, and provide that validation without any real chance of anything in return other than pictures of her body (which she already gives freely and both claim to love doing).
Beauty Gets My Attention. It Doesn't Keep It.
Those were two examples, but there are other sites and profiles with other examples. Women who clearly feel they are entitled because they are (or think they are) beautiful. Women who might be able to carry a conversation with a brick wall at best, but with a real person, not so much.
I am still attracted to these women physically and admire a woman who legitimately has a body she obviously works hard at maintaining and (lucky for us) is willing to share.
But appreciation, sexual attraction, and actual interest are not necessarily the same thing.
I can look at a woman and think she's absolutely gorgeous. I can even imagine what it might be like to have sex with her. But that doesn't mean I want to spend an evening with her, have a conversation with her, or deal with whatever expectations come along with her attention. Sometimes looking is plenty.