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Excellent, thanks.

I fell in love exactly once, instantly and permanently, fifty years ago. She’s asleep upstairs right now, but we have spent most of our lives apart. I could not return her passion as a teenager, because I was afraid of losing her. My first two sexual experiences had both ended friendships I valued much more than the sex, and I was terrified of this one turning out the same way. Our eventual reunion in our fifties marked the first time I had slept with someone I liked since tenth grade. Yes, you read that right. I avoided liaisons with women I genuinely liked for 35 years. All the traits mentioned in your survey results seem superficial to me; personality as much as breast size. If they weren’t her, it was a fish or fowl choice to me.

It seems bizarre that men are expected to like the same things in every woman.

I never wanted the same things from every woman, did not admire and desire the same traits in every woman, nor was I looking for the same relationship with every woman.

I have had deeply affectionate relations with women with whom sex was never in the realm of possibility; lesbians, married women, much younger or older women—wonderful women who meant the world to me, and made my world a larger place. I desired them all, understand. “Have penis, will slaver,” right? As long as She was not in the picture.

On the other hand, by headcount, which just seems wrong, most of the women with whom I have had sexual relations have been one-off, or short term, or intermittent relationships. Each had some lead characteristic I desired, like “expensive,” “sophisticated,” or “hot.” I took hot to the beach, sophisticated to the boss’s party, expensive to the play. Is this not the usual? I think it might be. All the temps, if you’ll pardon the term, had two things in common; they were conventionally pretty and they weren’t people I wanted around. I filled their bill in some particular, they filled one of mine, and that was that. Of course they all had one other thing in common: Not My One.

In my pose as an eligible young man, I selected for conventional traits. My darling met several of those criteria, but that was incidental. Since the day we met in high school, there have been two classes of women in my life; Her and Not Her. I find her fantastically attractive at 67, think about her body all the time. With her in my life, the idea of being with other women is on the same level with bestiality in my mind. Not my species: ick.

Biology had its way with me in my late 20s, and the marriage to my final girlfriend lasted 23 hilariously disastrous years. Then my darling found me on Facebook, and my real life began.

She is slim-figured and 5’4”, whereas I typically chose to date more showy figures and a better match for my 6’ height. She is high-intensity, glamorously vivacious, and a somewhat dominant personality, whereas my girlfriends tended to be of mid-range intellect and affect, and somewhat submissive.

Hope this tmi tl;dr gives some perspective and an interesting sidelight to your findings, thanks again.

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