For the past two days I've taken to playing on-line games with my favorite mistake. First we played Chess. I had him in check in eight moves. I thought, "piece of cake", but 2 hours later I was the loser and I found myself amazed by his strategy. Then we played Literati (think Scrabble). Once again my ego made me think I was a shoe in to win and once again I was proven embarrassingly wrong. He beat me by over 125 points--and I even used the 'Z'!
To save face just a bit, I was unfairly distracted during the game. Three times he sent me messages containing explicit details of some previous, and some hoped for, sexual encounters. Knowing me as well as he does, he knew exactly what to say to make my jaw drop. Amazing that after all these years he's still completely in touch with how to turn me on.
Aside from the blatant sex talk, I've found these games to be arousing in a totally different way. Last night I described it as dusting off my brain. Mind sex, if you will. I'm so impressed by his intelligence. In the past he has described me as the brains of our relationship and I would describe him as the brawn. I mean, I never saw him as a complete dumbass but I definitely saw myself on a whole other level intelligence-wise. I'm happy to find that I've underestimated him.
For me personally, intelligence goes a lot farther than looks or sexual prowess.
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Ha- I used to have a shirt that said, "You're much cuter with your mouth closed." It was in honor of an ex that was just too pretty but didn't have the brains to back it up.
Without a lightning wit, I don't care how hot they are. Y-A-W-N. If anything, my husband is so freakishly smart he makes me feel like a dumbass just by opening his mouth sometimes. Whew! My ego aside, it's totally hot. That's the good stuff.
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