I'm sorry if this post sounds irreverent but..............I've been laughing since I started really getting into the posts. I am laughing not at all of you but at my own situation. I cannot remember the times I have had guys tell me that I am just too intelligent for them. But then, there always seems to be an excuse. I'm at a stage in my life now where I've stopped looking. My dog appreciates my intelligence and I appreciate his mind and his wit. He really is very funny. He reminds me not to take myself too seriously.

I've had two offers of marriage from women who wanted to boost their chances of having an intelligent child. <eyeroll> The irony here being that I am attracted to men, and the idea of bringing yet another child into this world makes absolutely NO sense to me. Yet, it has only been women who have past and present appreciated my wit and intelligence. At one time, in my loneliness and confusion, I honestly thought that maybe if I got a sex change, I could find a man. Strange what growing poor self esteem in an intlligent person can lead to. I didn't get the sex change obviously but that I felt so unloveable because of my brain really threw me. You may not find it funny at all but over the years I have come to fully appreciate the ironies of all of it.

Now, to answer Khryssos initial question, over the years I have found that a certain sense of humor, inquisitiveness, compassion for others, for nature, the world, balanced by a strong sense of justice and a romantic nature is a personal turn on for me. It doesn't give me a physical hard on, but my brain and my heart and soul expand. I think it is called the essence of joy. I have found it once in my best friend in High School. His name was Tim. He had all those qualities plus a real streak of mischievousness. He was also crippled severely. He could walk and drive and function but it was difficult for him. We made love once when we were in our twenties. We kept in touch over the years but our paths took us in seperate directions. A few years later, he married a woman. He called me not long after that and told me that he wished he had married me. So, more irony. The greatest is that he died of a stroke at age 33. I still have dreams about him. I never really saw his disability. Being with him as a friend gave my mind, heart and soul a hardon. Sometimes I wonder if that wasn't the great love of my life and now all my chances are gone. But hey, I'm still laughing.

the above post is way too long. sorry.