Archive for October, 2005

What Makes a Man Sexy

Friday, October 21st, 2005


 
 
What makes a man appealling? Is it his dashing good looks? Is it his rock-hard pecs and abs of steel? Or is it his smile and his personality that takes the top plum? In a society where everyone seems aesthetically astute, it’s difficult to validate this question for sure. Sexiness is a very subjective matter and is very relative at that. It holds inconsonant views from each individual just as everyone squabbles over tastes in clothes and food. Hence, a universal answer to this blown-up question is an illusion. Nonetheless, being in a magnificent relationship with someone so downright sexy replete with all the sensual and sensible traits any woman would kill for, I think I can provide authentic down-to-earth revelations regarding this subject.

So what makes a man sexy? Take your whiffs off the following:

1. Masculinity

There is more to a man than his firm butt and washboard abs. True, what a woman first notices is his anatomical assets but what lingers in her mind is not all that. It’s his inherent masculinity. It’s in the way he languidly struts across the room with a show of adequacy and grace and the way he flashes the glint in his eyes that ultimately creates the spark. It’s also in the manner that he moves and talks that keeps women’s eyes riveted at him. Being masculine does not merely suggest flaunting a large build or a protective quality but having this natural instinctive masculine self to trigger women’s instinctive feelings of attraction.

2. Smile

A natural sweet smile is one of the greatest attraction of a man. It exudes an aura of congeniality and establishes charisma presence. It also breaks a woman’s resistance and communicates hidden messages without any verbal language. This is why a man who is generous with his smile is guaranteed to maintain a women-magnet profile!

3. Eye contact

A man who knows how to have eye contact is a man who knows how to communicate. Women just like men are absolute attention seekers. They want men to listen and to take heed of the things they say. Thereupon, they demand affirmation. Eye contact is a way of ratifying. It makes a woman feel sufficiently attended to and cared for. Eye contact makes women feel so extremely special that they tend to sometimes melt right on the spot.

4. Confidence

Confidence makes a man. There’s just something about the appeal of wealth and power that women can’t resist. Antithetical to how most people view it, giving off that commanding vibe isn’t always dependent on one’s bank account. Men can actually take on that aura of authority just by moving through life with an air of self-assurance and a boost of self-esteem.

5. Aromatic sense

If a man is a making of a heartthrob onscreen and is a hunk on a ramp but stinks, he definitely goes down the cutthroat world. No woman likes a man who smells a bit too ripe like he just spent 24 hours locked in the bathroom. If a man looks good and smells even better, women are bound to swarm around him.

6. Sense of Style

Some men just don’t seem the type to go with the fashion trend. But it does not mean that they are passe. Some just have their own personal preferences and resist the lure of punked-up garments. Actually, it’s not the clothes that make a man sexy. It’s how he carries his apparel with confidence and ease that does. Clothes don’t entice women, it’s the man that makes those clothes look good in him that wiles them.

7. Communication skills

Intellect is a factor in today’s attraction equation. We are in such a competitive world that anyone without it is immediately slighted. But intellect without communication skills is not an attractive product. Conversational skills are necessary for any man to win the tilt. He must know when and how to start up a conversation and carry it on ’til it tapers off. He should not patronize women and is not so full of himself. It is believed that if a man is able to stimulate a woman’s brain juices in a conversation, it is likely that he can stimulate her other juices as well.

8. Sensitivity

Sensitivity is sexy but too much sensitivity is feminity. So where do we draw the line? When we talk about sensitivity on the right scale, it means having a sense of empathy, confidentiality and trust rolled into one. When a woman confides something, a man’s initial reaction is to help her find a solution or fix it himself. This is not sensitivity. When a woman expresses her feelings, she just needs an ear to insorb the steam out of her being. A sexy man sees this through and gets women everytime.

9. Sense of Humor

Laughter releases chemicals that create a sense of well-being, which is a wonderful turn-on. A man equipped with a good sense of humor automatically wins his points on the sexy scale with women. With the mighty use of his expression and wits combined, he becomes an addiction that women just can’t get enough of. Women think that if he can evoke them with laughter in public, chances are he can also make them giggle in bed.

10. Oddity

Extrinsic and intrinsic personal abilities and traits that are considered unique and superior by a woman’s biology and also by the society to which she identifies with are, to varying extents, very charming to the female species. If a man has the gift of music or have potential fancy footwork or simply has art at his fingertips, he can charm his way anywhere. A mysterious facade that keeps her intrigued and guessing is also deemed bewitching. But a man’s resistance to a woman’s seduction is considered the prime. It’s effects are naturally ingrained into the “sex” part of a woman’s brain that it drives her motors purring all the time.

What makes a man sexy is but everything about him and even more. Whether it be on the surface or skin deep, it’s just a matter of projection. Every man is sexy in their own ways. They just have to feel that in themselves so the seething sexiness comes out of them naturally.

The Confession

Tuesday, October 11th, 2005

by Rachelle Arlin Credo

I can feel something eerie deep within
Creeping gently with sudden sickening
It smites my soul with disheartening misery
And vibrates into my heaped-up heart all day

It binds my being with a wreath of rue
And hammers my heart the long night through
It shrouds my senses in such an unusual way
And never stops cumbering me with agony

Ah! All day within my heart it cries
And its vexation just never dies
As the demand gets earnest and the craving real
It leaps within my heart to shout and reveal
that…i love you !!!

Unrequited Love

Monday, October 10th, 2005

Unrequited Love
by Rachelle Arlin Credo

So, there you were…
a figure of resonant vibrations,
whispering hymns replete with passion,
like a phoenix heralded by the tides,
relentlessly flying through the skies.

And there I was…
a searching shadow at sundown,
a sojourner on a forlorn mound,
streamlined with fallible innocence,
yielding with resisting acquiescence.

Then Cupid struck my heart…
Oh! My heart liquified with fervor,
oblivious to other people’s rancor,
forbearing the torments of reality,
i was swept with a love fantasy.

A realization suddenly rocked my core,
staggering my brains out and shaking my soul,
as pang vanquishes all that’s left in me,
captivating my dreams into a vain reality.

Then my spirit languished
and my body, lifeless of a broken heart;
I realized your love was never mine
right from the very start.

In the Eyes of a Child

Sunday, October 9th, 2005

Here’s a story I wrote many months ago…

In the Eyes of a Child
by Rachelle Arlin Credo

It was way past 10:00 pm when I came home from a grueling day of schoolwork and extracurricular activities. The wind was rustling about overhead as I paced through the door of our humble abode. I moved towards the nearest couch and plumped myself to rest. Defeat and exhaustion filled my frame as I laid back against the soft cushions. But then I remembered our Hematology project which was due the next day. Galvanized, I scrambled off my feet and immediately headed towards the personal computer situated on the other side of the room. Just then, my little brother Michael dashed out of his room and came straight at me. He was holding a pen on his right hand and a piece of paper on the other.

“Ate, can you help me with my assignment? It’s about the seven wonders of the world,” he blurted out while staring at the paper in his grasp.

My brother’s words didn’t seem to filter through my mind at first. My attention was so riveted at the computer screen that my brother had to nudge me and pull the tip of my blouse just to get my attention.

“Look, not right now! I’m very busy,” I yelled while ticking on the keyboard.

“You’re always busy! You’re always like that!” he wailed back as he turned on his heels and stomped back to his room.

For a moment, Michael’s words fiddled in my mind. I felt a twinge of guilt as his words lingered in my thoughts. But the urgency of my work seemed more important to me than my brother’s. I sighed a few times and continued to polish my school work.

The next day, I went home late again. I went straight to my room and quickly changed my clothes. When I was about to turn off the lights, I heard a pounding noise on the door. I went to see who it was. It was Michael.

“I know you are busy but there’s something I wanna show you,” he began. “I was just wondering if my classmate was right when he said that my assignment was wrong.”

Without saying a word, I snatched the paper from him and pored over his written assignment. I really didn’t care what he was saying. All I wanted was to get rid of him and finally get to rest. Suddenly, my eyes widened in surprise as soon as I saw what he’d written. There, he wrote in gothic letters:

The Seven Wonders of the World

1. Love
2. Friendship
3. Peace
4. Joy
5. Wisdom
6. Fun
7. Family

I froze dead on my tracks as the words registered in my brain. I could not believe what my brother just scribbled on paper. I was completely transfixed. How could such an innocent little child fathom such things in life, I thought to myself. As I was trying hard to push back my emotions to the farthest recesses of my mind, I didn’t notice that tears were already swelling up in my eyes and started flowing down my cheeks.

“Ate why are you crying? Is it really wrong?”

“No, baby brother, it’s not. This is the other set of answers most people don’t know,” I said as I whisked the trickling droplets from my cheeks. I hugged him tight then gestured him towards his room. He didn’t say a word and did as he was told. I paused for a while and thought for a moment. Then I closed the door and went to sleep.

Previously published in Fresh Literary Magazine and Women’s Journal.