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i've been hurting since I bought the gimmick about something called love

Posted on 2004.11.10 at 12:39
How I feel about it all: tiredtired
Soundtrack: Iggy Pop - Lust for Life
Am I the only person who's NOT drooling over the French Rugby Players (not worksafe much)? I swear to the gods, as difficult it may be to believe, there's not even the slightest droolage. They do nothing for me.

I have never understood how people can ogle bodies without the slightest idea about the brains that go with them. For my interest to be piqued, there has to be intellect behind the brawn. Smart is sexy, and at the risk of sounding pretentious, I'd rather have someone read sonnets to me than parade around in the altogether (of course, someone reading sonnets in the altogether isn't something I rule out *g*).

Better still, let him read Poe. Guh.

I'm not putting down les Rugby players, either. Maybe they're all ruddy geniuses, and if so, point me to an interview so I can find out (I still probably wouldn't ogle--I prefer my men clothed; something for the imagination). But I don't want to see oiled-up testosterone machines flexing their muscles at me if there's not a sharp mind flexing in there somewhere as well.

Okay, I'm off to pick up Hannah and head up to Swan Point for more picture taking, 'cause I'm geeky like that and I still haven't found The Old Gent's grave.* I'll probably bore you with more pictures when I get back.

*Lovecraft died at 47. Why he referred to himself as 'The Old Gent' is beyond me. He must have had similar opinions to t00by Doctor Guy about what constitutes old.


sistermagpie at 2004-10-11 10:09 (UTC) ()
Heh--your Lovecraft comment reminds me of a conversation I heard once at a ball game. It was Lou Gherig's day and these people behind me were talking about how he died. One expressed surprise that he'd died at 37 because that was really quite young. The other person said yes, but people didn't live as long back then. In 1941.
try to catch the deluge in a paper cup
primroseburrows at 2004-10-11 10:16 (UTC) ()
Lovecraft died in 1937. They were probably a couple of feet shorter then, too. *g*
the day you left was just my beginning
patchfire at 2004-10-11 11:08 (UTC) ()
Maybe men in RI think that anything over 25 is old, or something.
peacey at 2004-10-11 18:43 (UTC) ()
I totally agree with you. A present is always nice when it's wrapped up in pretty paper and a bow, but it's the promise of what's inside that holds the fascination. A man better damned well be able to keep up with my intelligence level and mental acuity or else no amount of muscle, testosterone, or teeth-whitening paste is going to hold my interest very long. The first time my husband kicked my ass on "Jeopardy!" I was all over him like white on rice. :)
try to catch the deluge in a paper cup
primroseburrows at 2004-10-11 19:19 (UTC) ()
The first time my husband kicked my ass on "Jeopardy!" I was all over him like white on rice. :)

Ooh, sexeh!

I have no love for beautiful dumb men. I was always crushing on the nerdy drama types in High School. I'm still more of a sucker for the turn of a word over a turn of the hip any day.
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