For me, gender matters

Can you tell me what a man should be for you, summing it up to 3 qualities?

-Of course not.  Ok, women are complicated and men are simple, but obviously I can't boil it down to 3 qualities, they are people though, not chairs!  I can instead tell you the first 3 qualities…

- Ok, sum it up to as many as you want...

- Be smart.  To know what that honor is, that is, to do what he says he does, to be what he says he is. To appreciate a black lace, to know how to take it off, not to look like the calf at the new gate.  These would be the first 3...

-Don't be superficial, leave the sexual aspects aside... I want things with essence.  Plus I don't think it's that important to you...

-Am I shallow because I don't like clumsy men, because I don't want a man who looks for the G-spot with a magnifying glass?  And fuck the G-spot, it doesn't even matter, that's in theory, it's important to know with practice.  Women who say that gender doesn't matter to them are superficial.  It matters a lot, whoever says no, means they haven't figured it out yet or resigned.  A woman who is comfortable with confidence, who is sure of herself, will always tell you: yes, sex matters.  Yes, it matters to us, whole women, who don't care about our fingers.  The fingers are ok too, but they are ok for the show.

 As long as sex is a superficial thing, there will only be superficial relationships.  I don't know what women you've met, but if they weren't blatantly lying, I'd advise them to consider that sex is more than 50% of a relationship.  Between a man who understands me but doesn't understand me in bed and one who keeps me hooked but doesn't know what my favorite color is or what I like to eat, I'd choose the latter.  There are friend zones for men who understand me and to whom I can tell enshpe thousands of problems and prove me right.  You know why?  Because the second is usually the man who takes action, not the soft man who pats you on the head endlessly.  Because when we fight, I don't want a man to come and try to reconcile us, but a man to reconcile me there in bed.  Because no matter how many qualities a man has, if you fight in bed, they all watch.  The day comforts you in vain, if anger gathers in you, because the night did not touch you as you wished.  In vain he holds you in his arms and understands you, in vain you are friends if you are not loved.  You are also business partners in that relationship for nothing, if you don't know the win-win principle in bedding.  It's for nothing harmony and peace, when you need spontaneity, and a "I want to fuck you" on the phone in the middle of the day reminds you that you are wanted, puts the desire in you to be arranged, to be waxed, to buy another  new underwear, eat less, be beautiful.

It is very important for us.  When the sex is bad, the woman forgets to be a woman.  He doesn't settle down, gets fat, then gets depressed and cheats on you.  It's very simple and normal, because frustrations accumulate.  Life is too short for untouched orgasms or, worse, not knowing what one is.  Me and it's very ok after a while, when you see that this thing is creaking, to shake hands with him, it was a pleasure, but we don't fit.  Better one more on the list than wasted time and attempts at relationships and gray hairs.  It's ok, not all people are sexually compatible.  And he too, he must know from the start that the unsatisfied woman is going to give him a hard time.  We shake hands and greet each other on the street when we see each other.

I don't know about others, but I'm a womanizer for whom sex matters, and I want a man who doesn't get emotional when he sees me in high heels and dresses.  I want a man who doesn't scold me for sending him lewd pictures when he's not at home, but appreciates me.  A man who won't give me shit when I talk dirty to him.  A man who can.