Eyes. No, Not Womens’ Eyes, Mine This Time

I’ve written about eyes before, but that was about the eyes of girls I’m dating (and/or cybering). Now it’s time to write about my own.

As should be immediately obvious to my readers, I’m pretty awesome. I’m handsome and sexy (not the same thing, but I got ‘em both), intelligent and articulate, sensitive yet dominant, and quite good in the bedroom. None of my readers have actually “experienced” me in the bedroom (to my knowledge), but I’m sure you can tell.

To go back and revisit one of those points, though, I’m not actually 100% sure that I’m handsome. I don’t know how good looking I am. Am I hot? Average looking? Just so-so? Luckily for me it doesn’t matter too much: it’s not as important for men to be good looking as it is for women. Men can still get laid even if we’re only average looking. Attitude and personality seem to be more important in men than looks. Sorry, ladies, but this is yet another way that men are held to a lesser standard than you are.

One thing I have always known, however, is that my eyes are one of my best features. Regardless of how handsome I am or am not, I’ve been told that I have intense, beautiful blue eyes. (I’ve also been told that I have intense, beautiful green eyes – it might depend on the mood I’m in. If you’re staring into my eyes as I slowly push into you, I guess you can expect my eyes to look green.) I remember once having a platonic coffee date with a fellow sex blogger who happened to be in my city for a day, and being quite flattered when she wrote about it on her blog and called out my eyes.

But it turns out that dudes can be just as insecure as the ladies. I’ve started up a platonic relationship with a young hottie lately – I’ll probably write more about her later – or maybe not, since it is, once again, non-porn-related (and in this case not even sex-related) – and we recently had a conversation with a colleague of hers. After he left she had to take a minute to cool down, because his eyes were so intense. And I remember having to hold myself back from saying, “but what about my eyes?” And thinking to myself: “Maybe it’s because I’m getting older? Are the bags under my eyes too noticeable now – or are they too bloodshot since I’ve been constantly tired since last Spring?”

Let me reiterate some of the salient points from that previous paragraph:

• Platonic relationship
• Young hottie, but, again, platonic relationship
• Conversation that has nothing to do with me
• I really, really wanted to make it about myself anyway

It’s not just the ladies who need validation: Apparently men also like to be told that they’re pretty. And would it kill you to buy us flowers from time to time? We just want to feel appreciated!

Actually… scratch that last point. We prefer blowjobs.