It’s confusing out there for a young man. There are a lot of toxic loser “influencers” putting out the wrong message about what a healthy relationship looks like. So as a married man with kids, I want to give young men a realistic picture of what women want:
Women want a man that
turns his head back to look at her
The pupil pushing to the edge, the eye crazy white
He cracks a smile:
Long canines. Avril Lavigne.
Two. Three. Four of them.
Why are your gums so dark?
Is it all the coffee you drink? Port wine at night to unwind?
Your breath smells like freshly killed rabbit
Are you on that keto shit again?
Hairy masculine arms
She runs her hands over them,
hair bunches up between her fingers
Muscles moving under skin
Those alpha-male eyes
Tapetum lucidum glints
when the headlights bounce off them
What women want is a sensitive man.
Sensitive to smells
Acqua di Gio on the torn shirt bit she holds up to his nose
Find a path
Sensitive to sounds
The snap of a twig in the nighttime forest
Quarry
Sensitive to the little details
Careful: that man by the bar hides a gun in his jacket.
And the waitress is with him
You're getting up there into middle age
A bit of a pouch around your midsection, no?
But you've also been accumulating
Scars
Scars are like medals on a man's body
She's lightly tracing her finger on your skin
Starting from the belly button, up to the chest
Burns slashes old gashes
Her mouth turns up in a gentle smile
Do you remember when you got this big one?
Three AM in Busan. We were running through back alleys
I don't
The moon was full
All you remember is a harsh white circle in the sky. And pain.
Pain breaks the rhythm she winks
Women want a man who forgets the bad times
Her finger is still travelling up your chest
Down her pale arm is a constellation of lines, tattooed
Once, you asked about them
Ley-lines on my skin
To direct my Body Energy
Sometimes she sticks in acupuncture needles. To send it all to one finger.
You can't make energy from thin air
You have to snatch it away from somewhere
You don't need to be rich
You just need to know that every desire has a price
Women want a man who's willing to pay the price.
You don't need to be strong
You don't need to be smart
You don't need to be handsome
What women want
is a man who is utterly focused
When she opens her mouth
and whispers
When she parts her blood-red lacquered lips
And you see the tips of her little teeth
And you are willing to do anything
She whispers
When she parts her shiny red lips
A man who is completely obedient
Teeth like little porcelain pebbles
They gently click against each other
when she whispers
When she opens her red lips
A man obsessed
All you see is the reflection of the moon
blitting across hard small teeth
And she whispers:
KILL KILL KILL
