Why am I babbling? Perhaps because I’ve spent the last week in computer hell, battling mysterious symptoms that come and go on my MAC while I watch helplessly as my PC is repeatedly crippled by the dreaded Blue Screen of Death.

What does all of this have to do with what’s sexy? Only this… I’m an Alpha male kinda girl. I usually write the typical uber-tough heroes.  Manly men who are not just tough guys for their professions of soldiers and firemen and cowboys, but also for their personalities. However today, after my journey to computer hell, the computer geek is my fantasy man. I dream of him charging into my life and saving the day by wrestling the evils affecting my precious laptops.

Call me fickle, or practical or maybe just a damsel in distress. Either way, as independent as I am, I’m not so much so that I don’t love a man to ride in and save me once in a while, no matter what I’m being saved from.

Until next time I bid you adieu from computer hell.

Cat

I suppose I’ve always known this to some limited extent. I’ve actually watered down some true life stories for my books because the truth was too hard to believe. Just the other night I took one look at the name of a new bull rider on the pro circuit, Stormy Wing, and said to my husband, “If I named a character that I’d get killed with criticism, but it’s this kid’s real name”.

You see the dilemma when life is so strange no one would believe it if I were to write it in a book. However, I can write it here and perhaps have someone believe me that it is the absolute, God’s honest truth.

So what was the strangeness that assaulted me last night? It was the current state of the online dating scene. My friend has decided to make online dating a second job, or at least that’s what it seems like because it takes as much time and effort as a job, and some of the men she’s encountered are real pieces of work. For instance the one with the foot fetish. To his credit he did ask her during live date one (the one and only date) if a man with a foot fetish would disturb her. She asked the same question I did when she told me… what exactly does having a foot fetish entail? I was picturing toe sucking and cringing at the fact that it’s been far too long since I’ve had a pedicure, but apparently this man enjoys his (time for some purple prose here to keep the censors at bay) ‘nether region pleasured’ by feet. I kid you not.

In another area of the net, for people who don’t want to shell out the cash for the more well known and well advertised dating sites like the foot man above did, there is Craig’s List. Apparently you can find not only used furnishings on there but also men, women, and transvestites in the Personals section. I learned some new terminology. Apparently on Craig’s List in the Casual Encounters section, “car dates” are a perfectly common thing. (I believe they are using the term ‘date’ quite loosely there.) Fair warning, keep the kids far away from that site, my eyes are still burning from some of the images I saw.

Truth truly is stranger than fiction and in the internet age, dating is, sadly, stranger still.

Cat

Actions do speak so much louder than words and apparently I am most affected by them because this post has been brewing in me for a week. I let it settle down a bit because I was surprisingly volatile about it for a few days.

Here is what I’m talking about. I had the pleasure of attending the final regular season competition of the PBR (Professional Bull Riders) at the Mohegan Sun Arena in Connecticut a week ago. The arena is located in the middle of the Casino there so you get quite a mix of people as you can imagine. Throw in the top 40 professional bull riders in the country, their fans, the stock contractors, bull fighters, announcers and road crew, in addition to the usual casino goers and you get the picture of what the diverse personalities inside Mohegan Sun was like that day.

Anyway, after a great competition my husband and I went to a seafood restaurant to grab a quick dinner before we drove home. We sat at the bar since it was crowded in the restaurant part, and I was enjoying my lobster bisque and salad when a man and his wife entered.

(Here is where I get to my point so bear with me.) There was one decent seat left at the bar, and next to that, located behind a column with about a six inch wide space of countertop, was another barstool. The man took the good seat and put his wife on the other one behind the column. When I realized that, I immediately lost respect for the man. He ordered them both a meal, though how she was supposed to eat hers without adequate counter space, I don’t know. His appetizer was an entire platter of raw seafood but although I know from the Eat Something Sexy website that everything on that plate was an aphrodesiac, nothing was going to make this man sexy in my book. A sexy man would have given his wife the best seat, even if it meant standing next to her to eat.

Perhaps his lack of gentlemanly behavior wouldn’t have made me so angry if I hadn’t just been exposed to men who I consider the quintessential gentlemen, the cowboy. I watched a bullrider get trampled by a one-ton bull and still manage a wave to the crowd while being carried out of the arena on a stretcher in incredible pain. These are the men who call you ma’am, give up their seat for you, stop to sign autographs no matter how tired, rushed or hurt they are. These are the traits of a real man, a gentleman, a sexy man.

How did my encounter with the anti-gentleman end? Well I managed to keep myself under control until he told the waitress how his room had come with 2 comp tickets to the bullrides but there was no way he wanted those tickets. I had wondered why there were so many good empty seats when I could only purchase tickets up in the nose-bleed section. It was then that I asked for the check, paid the bill and we left. Though the fact he hadn’t used the tickets was pretty symbolic to my writer’s mind, because such a man didn’t belong in the same arena as those cowboys.

So there it is. What’s sexy in a man to me? It’s not how they look, or even what they eat. It’s how they act that means so much more than all the rest.