Quote from nitro:
In my mid twenties I worked for a company as a programmer on a really interesting project. At this company there were many subcompanies, and they were all housed under one large building, so people with very diverse backgrounds got to mingle.
Month two into my job, this blond begins to be really nice to me. As is usual for me in those days, when I get interested in a project, I get obsessed to the point where I think about nothing else and I work nearly around the clock. She also would work late often. Anyway, one evening she suggests we have dinner at a local pizza place before we burn some more midnight oil. We had a good time, and soon thereafter, we were more than friends. Honestly, I don't know what she saw in me, other than she said I was "dreamy." Take my word for it, it was not a likely situation in most universes.
Now, in those days, I had never dated a blond and did not find them particularly attractive. What was really strange was that we had very little in common. Her typical dates were musicians with long blond hair. But hey, I am not going to back down from a woman throwing herself at me.
In terms of looks, I would say she was a six. But dude, this woman was unreal. It was not just the sex, it was her attitude in the bedroom. I was also lucky enough to date a woman in her very late twenties to early thirties [in case you don't know, men peak sexually in their late teens early twenties, and women in their early thirties.] I was a sex slave and mostly a prune, including the darkroom at work. To make a long story short, I almost married a woman I had nothing in common with outside of the bedroom, and was completely happy.
Yep, I am a typical man. It is not even close, "if it works in the bedroom, it works everywhere" - Freud