Hot but boring

I find older men far more interesting in general. And they are far better in bed

Not every hot guy is bad in bed, but enough of 'em are that the stereotype remains. I've had a few super-hot, young guys that gave amazing head, but mostly that's something you get from older guys who have more real-life experience, and weren't raised on bad porn... Sex is definitely an area where knowing what you're doing matters a lot.

In the late 90s I met a really handsome guy in a club. It was too loud to hear each other, so we exchanged numbers and agreed to meet for dinner a few days later. We met as arranged, and he was absolutely beautiful. However. All through dinner all he could talk about was Gloria Estefan’s new album. I made my excuses and left.

Average to slightly above are the most fun in bed. They don't care about your six pack or pedicure. They love a man's body for the sake of it, not for how primped and and preened likr Chesley or Lorrin or Laine's is...

Liberal arts men are most intellectually stimulating. They can talk about a balance of things from culture to business to travel to tech. They can be a mixed bag.

All the Instaho types only care about vapid topics (lived in WeHo for 15 years) and can only get down and dirty in bed when their friend G, K, M, T is with them.

R3 But to his credit it was a really good album.

R5 right!

I've known some talented/brilliant guys who were also stunners, OP. What if....what if [italic]you're[/italic] the boring one?

I dated two guys at the same time. One was exceptionally jock type handsome and the other was more nebbish and nerdy. The jock couldn’t fuck his way out of a wet paper bad and couldn’t hold a conversation with that wet paper bag. The nerd was inexperienced but willing to try anything. He was fun and funny in a nerdy way. I picked the nerd. After 30 years together, we will be celebrating our 25th Anniversary.

I can’t even tell you the amount of times we bread each other or the other disgusting things we did, but 25 years together and still having good sex is a life well lived.

I picked up a cute little shopbottom one night while in Dallas on a business trip, and brought him back to my hotel. Turned out he was a shopTOP with an amazingly large, cut dick. Once I got comfortable with that thing inside me, we had mind-blowing sex, one of the best ever, This was 30+ years ago and I still remember it. I drove him home (he was living with his parents) and we made plans for a proper date the next night.

All during work my ass was twitching at the anticipation of seeing him again. He was 20, I was a worldly 28 and was fantasizing about how I was going to keep both my boyfriend back home and my little boy toy in Dallas. After work I begged off the usual cocktails with co-workers and picked him up from work.

Dinner was....deadly. Even though he was in college, he was the stupidest person I'd ever met. He knew nothing about anything, thought Reagan was just fine, had no real plans for his life, nothing, I wanted to take a steak knife to an artery (mine or his, it didn't matter) just to put myself out of my misery.

The poor kid had packed an overnight bag and told his parents he was staying with a friend so I felt obligated to bring him back to the hotel. The sex was still good, but not as good as before (kind of a one-trick pony, so to speak), and while he was in the shower the next morning I called downstairs and had the front desk ring my room, and then lied and told him I got a call from my boss and I had to leave for Atlanta that day. I even checked into a different hotel so he couldn't find me (no cell phones in 1987, thank god)