Freaky Friday: Being With A Man That Appreciates Women
Is he a Player or Does he Just Love Women?
Freaky Friday: Every Friday a new post dealing with love, relationships, dating and anything else the human soul may need answered.
I consider a "Player" a guy or girl that has no regard for the love game. They don't care about anyone but themselves and who they are going to get to sleep with them in that moment. A player is a bit of an asshole and will probably give you some sort of sexually transmitted gift that keeps on giving. Beware.
Someone that appreciates men or women is someone who finds the gender to be beautiful. Doesn't matter if they are tall, short, blond, redhead, plump, skinny, race, background etc, they just really, really appreciate them because they see the special in each person. Sometimes this can be confused for a player because every person they meet can be beautiful and can grab their attention. But all in all, they love deeply and want to take care of someone. They are not looking to hurt someone's feelings or make someone feel used. Most people feel at ease around them.
The first time I saw Beefcake I was sitting at Johnny B's bar at Ventuno. He walked in the bar area behind three blondes. I spotted him right away, he wasn't hard to miss; tall, J Crew model face and athletic build. He went to the bar and ordered each woman a drink. It didn't take long for him to be the center of attention among these women. I would glance over from time to time, as I sat in the corner drinking my bubbles and see him making each girl laugh uncontrollably. It was entertaining. As the night progressed, my friend showed up and I soon forgot about Beefcake. By closing time, my friend and I moved our position at the bar. It was last call when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned and there was Beefcake. He introduced himself and I followed suit. Just as I said my name he asked me if I wanted to go to dinner at the Summer House the following evening. Shocked and taken aback, I said "yes." I didn't know what I was getting into but I didn't think, I just did. He put my name and number in his phone, said he was really excited and that he'd been watching me all night. Then he left the bar with the group of women he came in with.
"What just happened?" I turned to my friend, who was confused as was I. I wasn't sure what to think of this man. Surrounded by women and then right in front of them, asking me out on a date. A bit of a "Player" move in my book. I didn't mind though, I knew how to handle myself and I am always up for a free dinner at an amazing restaurant...A girl's gotta eat.
The following night, I got myself all dolled up and off I went on one of the best dates of my life. We went together like peas and carrots! There was never a break in the conversation, we had similar values and humor. Plus, I never felt more beautiful in my life. He made me feel what I have always wanted to feel in the presence of a man. After dinner, we sang at the piano for the rest of the night. It felt as though we had known each other for years. It was so easy between us. At one point, I thought "He's just like me!"
Throughout the fun, he was very social and he spoke with other women. Of course, there were many women interested in him. He is charismatic, handsome, smart and he has a natural ease to him that is magnetic. As the night progressed, my opinion of him changed. I began believing that he was a "player" but as I watch him interact with other women I realized he just appreciates women. Here is a man that really and truly believes that all women are beautiful.
As the relationship progressed, it was easy between us. I never felt more beautiful than in his arms. His hands were like magic erasers to what I believed were my flaws. To him, my skin felt like silk, my hair was perfection and it didn't matter what I was wearing: his eyes would light up, his jaw would drop and he would just say "wow!" And I believed him because I knew he believed it. The man doesn't lie and I knew this. He was brutally honest on every level, so when he gave a compliment I knew he meant it. Which I appreciate honestly. When I know someone is going to be brutally honest with me, I know when they tell me something nice, they mean it. Nothing fake at any time.
It's not all fun and games being with a man that appreciates women. After all, he loves women. Each female is beautiful in their own right. He has to look. And since women can sense that, he is quite something, they pour all over him. We can't go out without women throwing themselves at him. "Does it get boring?" I asked him. "Never!" He replied.
I want to know what you're thinking:
Could you be with a man that appreciates women? Would you feel threatened? or are you comfortable enough with yourself and with them to know they will always come back?