i think "girl" has become a colloquial, playful term for women, not meant with disrespect...but i realize a lot of women don't like it
I bet you Betty White did not mind being called a girl lol
Do You Like Smart Girls?
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I bet you Betty White did not mind being called a girl lol
to bad you cannot choose 'all of the above', because i just like girls...I mean, women (but my preference is for smart girls too)
Intelligence is just the servant of the body. Intelligent people often proudly forget this. In the end, we're just uppity domesticated primates following a program to seek more assured survival resources (nourishment, safety, sexual expression). For some, this includes making one's fabricated self seem important and rich with resources, to others it is the display and maintenance of a hip to waist ratio and symmetrical features. Intelligence that doesn't serve any of this is called a waste of time or boring or a pointless hobby or we tie it to stories about alluring refinement, the exotic, or something that contributes to a fabricated self. Almost no one's intelligence is their own. It is only borrowed and requires approval.
All that is good....but just answer the question.
BTW intelligence wouldn`t exist without others observing your intelligence.
Plant or animal intelligence is the ability to better handle your environment to help that being to survive .
Yes I love intelligent people ....... they help open new dimensions in my mind.
Yes, intelligent people can help serve us find new distractions and new skills to compete with each other while we get old and fade away. Mostly people are interested in intelligence that mirrors, compliments, or confounds their own. It's always a synthetic relationship. But what's really rare is when we can understand and present ourselves spontaneously, all at once, whether we are chock full of nifty info, succulent, young, and fertile, farting in bed with a back spasm, or my grandmother in the later stages of Alzheimers. Life is terrifying and overwhelmingly vast. We're all competing and vying for power, trying to get the right answers, seeking more and more pleasure. Warm company, quick wit, kindness, and attention are fine and expensive. But this is literally nothing compared to when a beautiful woman is fully present and I am fully present and all the terror is tossed aside as much as any pretensions towards being anything but a simple and utterly unique and vulnerable human. There's nothing more beautiful than that. But I don't think anyone is going to sell this to me and perhaps it's a terrible and stupid thing to seek it. Anyway, to answer the question, compared to this, intelligence is not that important to me.
The smartest escort I ever had was also one of the most memorable experiences. About 20 years ago, I got into Montreal late, and little was available. I took a young student whose name I can't recall from an agency no longer in business. She was slim, small breasted and hard bodied. She introduced herself as a scholarship student at McGill studying neurology. Her specific interest was the nexus of the mind and body as regards sex. Since I was an older subject, (I could have been her father...maybe grandfather) she could draw on a range of questions.
Why not? I agreed and she actually got out a notebook and pen. The queries went on and on. I found it pleasurable to reveal intimate incidents and found them sexually arousing. a few examples:
Q) Your first arousal? A) My mother bathing me in a little tub.
Q) Your first sexual reprimand? A) From my kindergarten teacher who caught me peeking at the class cutie changing clothes.
Q) After reaching puberty, the most lingering sexual scene? A) In 6th grade, some older girls (7th and 8th graders), used to sit in the back of the school bus and yank up their friend's skirts. The boys would watch and keep track of the flashes of underwear. Even now, those short plaid skirts and white panties are erotic.
Many questions about masturbation, girlfriends, initial sex, marriage and more. I could go on for pages. When the hour was up, I agreed to another. Many hard to answer questions about my ex-wife and divorce.
Q) What was my wife's best physical characteristics?
A) The perfect taper of her thighs and her thick, fluffy pubic hair.
With that, she made her first overt move. Dropped her pants to show me her own thick bush. (She was part Asian.) I checked my watch. We had been talking an hour and 50 minutes. I said, "As much as I have enjoyed talking to you, I may enjoy fucking you even more." I undressed revealing a raging hard on. I helped her get naked and pushed her legs up. (No time for preliminaries.) Her pussy was very tight but was sopping wet. With less than 10 minutes to go, I hammered away until she made those little gasping noises that just made my jizz explode.
So that's my smart girl story. She disappeared from the escort list shortly afterward. Sometimes I wonder what she did with her interests. Does anybody remember her?
Why not? I agreed and she actually got out a notebook and pen. The queries went on and on. I found it pleasurable to reveal intimate incidents and found them sexually arousing. a few examples:
Q) Your first arousal? A) My mother bathing me in a little tub.
Q) Your first sexual reprimand? A) From my kindergarten teacher who caught me peeking at the class cutie changing clothes.
Q) After reaching puberty, the most lingering sexual scene? A) In 6th grade, some older girls (7th and 8th graders), used to sit in the back of the school bus and yank up their friend's skirts. The boys would watch and keep track of the flashes of underwear. Even now, those short plaid skirts and white panties are erotic.
Many questions about masturbation, girlfriends, initial sex, marriage and more. I could go on for pages. When the hour was up, I agreed to another. Many hard to answer questions about my ex-wife and divorce.
Q) What was my wife's best physical characteristics?
A) The perfect taper of her thighs and her thick, fluffy pubic hair.
With that, she made her first overt move. Dropped her pants to show me her own thick bush. (She was part Asian.) I checked my watch. We had been talking an hour and 50 minutes. I said, "As much as I have enjoyed talking to you, I may enjoy fucking you even more." I undressed revealing a raging hard on. I helped her get naked and pushed her legs up. (No time for preliminaries.) Her pussy was very tight but was sopping wet. With less than 10 minutes to go, I hammered away until she made those little gasping noises that just made my jizz explode.
So that's my smart girl story. She disappeared from the escort list shortly afterward. Sometimes I wonder what she did with her interests. Does anybody remember her?
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