Stranger danger

They say women nearing premenopausal age turn into crazy Viking Norsemen. And while that may be true, I've always loved a good bloodsport but only if I feel involved. I can't watch boxing or MMA matches, but I love a good hockey fight. It's completely street. Two dudes who would be punching the crap out of each other in a bar. Boxing and MMA is just too commercialized. You see fists flying in hockey or baseball game, they mean it. But who wants to sit around possibly 9 innings to see if a fight breaks out during a baseball game? Thus hockey. And since the NHL teams I was rooting for have all been eliminated from the final game, I can only hope it's the Islanders vs Capitals (badass bruisers on both teams!) and they just beat the crap out of each other for 2 solid hours!

I'm not at menopausal age just yet (though I'm seriously looking forward to it!) but I have noticed some "changes". I see two guys in aggressive shoving matches and it gets me hot. Which I'm sure is why women like watching boxing or MMA matches. --I just can't get into either of those sports, I'm mentally cockblocked.

As per my last blog, I've showed friends and coworkers the photo of the guy I once knew, and they were kind of surprised yet supportive over my continued attraction to him, and it made me wonder why I was still attracted to him. It's totally psychological. Of course it is. It has to be. Wanting, is powerful. Not him directly but that feeling I had being with him. Cerebral.

People who have a thing for hot nerds (myself included!) it's a thoroughly cerebral thing. Which I think is also the most commanding if all other attraction. I can remember the first and last name of the first boy to kiss me, but I can't recall the last name of the first guy I had sex with. But I can remember the names of all my elementary school teachers. Cerebral.

Back to fist fights...

It's like angry and/or emotional sex. It's a sudden burst. Instant gratification. It happens and then you're done. Which I've never been a fan of. But lately I've been looking at men sexually who look like they could make you disappear from the face of the earth. So not me. So NOT me. Pretty little Nick Hawk, types, no.

Does he look like he could make you bleed 5 pints of blood? I'm in. I guess it's just my version of stranger-danger. Or as a girl friend once said, "I want to fuck Flea, from RHCP. He looks like a total mental case. I bet he's amazing in bed."