I fooled around with or was absurdly attracted to some gorgeous, stacked, testosterone laden guys in my college and immediate post-college years. They were amazing. I was clueless. It was fun and also hurtful.
I grew up during my 20's. In my thirties I dated completely diffferent types and I married a funny, smart, honest, brainy, computer game loving, programmer. I also think he's quite handsome but he's sure not the testosterone hunk of my youth. He is however, someone I fully trust and can be myself with, a loving, caring father and husband, and someone who takes joy in making me happy. When you grow up you realize that beats the washboard abs you're hanging onto on the back of the Harley. (Although I do miss a bit of that sometimes now that I'm dwelling on it!)
