If He Only Had a Brain...

Picture it...Thursday night at the W Hotel. My friend and I are at a party for a guy launching his campaign for Congress. It's Buppie central. Suits and cocktail dresses are on and business cards are out. The dj is spinning old-school Michael Jackson slow jams and I'm feeling real good with my glass of Chardonnay. Don't worry I'm not driving. A few guys walk over to our sofa and chat with us. Minutes later, their friend who's been looking for them comes over. Oh, the friend. He was 5'9, muscular, bald with bright ivory teeth and dark-chocolate skin. Godiva couldn't make candy taste look that good. He shook my hand and gave me an enchanting smile. Don't break the spell. I smiled back and we started chatting. The energy between us was crazy. CRAZY. In the midst of our conversation we locked eyes and stopped talking. "Down Girl," I told myself. Once I snapped out of my lustful trance we continued to talk. I liked what I heard--single, no kids, working, in the military. He seemed like a nice guy. Then the topic of college came up. Chocolate Drop graduated from a Cal State with a pre-med degree. I told him I'm an UC and USC alum. My Cocoa Dream instantly replied I was smart and pretty. Okay, he's saying the right things. He mentioned the prestige of my alma maters then told me he wasn't smart. If I were on a TV show you would hear the record scratch and come to a halt. Huh? Maybe he's joking. We talked about politics, geography and life. Then he said it again, "I'm not smart." What the heck? He also added he doesn't make good decisions, is a follower and not a leader. We went from Michael Jackson's "Rock With You" to "Scream." I dried up like the Mojave after hearing that. Well, not quite like the Mojave because the physical attraction was so strong I gave him my number anyway. Can't see the wording? I wrote "Igavehimmynmuberanyway." He looked so yummy. I know that's not a good reason but, ahhh, I did. My Dark Knight went to the restroom and my friend recognized someone she knew. This guy was decked out like Fonzworth Bentley: v-neck sweater, tie, peter pan collar shirt and slacks. My Muscular Milk Dud, sporting a button-up shirt and jeans saw us chatting and later on asked me about "the nerd" I was speaking with. Oh no. Someone has insecurities with their intelligence. When Chocolate Drop called me the next day, I didn't pick up.

Confidence and intelligence are HUGE turn-ons for me. Chocolate Drop turned me off when he appeared intimidated by my credentials. He seemed like a nice guy but I felt he was trying to lower my expectations of him. Why would a man tell a woman he's not a leader, not smart and makes bad decisions? That's sad and UN-sexy. I definitely don't want a man who feels inferior to me because of my credentials. Some men have told me I'm single because guys find my educational background intimidating. Well, I don't want those guys. I'm proud of my education and if a guy can't appreciate my success, he's not the one for me. Even if his body is chiseled from a Hershey's bar. Yep, life is like a box of chocolates....