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Blogs > daverlindy > From an Alpha Male Perspective

I take my women with a dash of attitude ...  

daverlindy 65M/65F
8 posts
6/22/2015 6:59 am
I take my women with a dash of attitude ...
Linda and I have long experimented with different types of women. She frankly likes them soft, and warm, and feminine.

She laughs when I say they are the ultimate in comfort food - bland as mashed potatoes, predictable as a steak and safe like canned peas (at least you know what you're getting).

If I drink beer, it better be a clear, crisp and bitter experience - a good IPA, craft, served off a tap. I like my scotch sweet and subtle. I only drink good Russian or Polish Vodka - made from potatoes or red wheat. And if I'm in a sipping mood, a good bourbon always lightens my mood. And hell, for shits and giggles I've been known to shot (many times) Fireball.

Same for my food; my mood varies. Whether I'm dining out or cooking for us or friends, I need a punch, but one that doesn't overpower or smother the complexity of the other ingredients.

So yes, I like my women spicy.

I have the good fortune of working and living downtown. Depending on my mood I have a united nations of tastes to sample. But inevitably I am drawn to two or three archetypes. And they're certainly not Barbie.

When a women is giving me those sidelong glances (fess up guys, everyone likes to be checked out), I like to see where it goes. If she starts with a bit of attitude in my face, sprinkles conversation with a dash of cynicism or sarcasm, and tops it with a little coarseness, you've got me.

It's that spice I look for - and bask in all of the rest of the complexity that reveals itself. Nothing like having a cat with fangs and claws curled up around you and slowly purring herself to sleep.

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