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I agree that the initial attraction, is usually visual/physical. But there can be exceptions of course. Sometimes you meet someone and there is nothing physical and then you get to know them a little and suddenly they become very attractive because their mindset is that interesting to you. Sometimes you meet someone who turns out to have an interesting personality but then still you don't feel attracted romantically. It can vary a lot for me.
But if we're talking about the more common visual attraction, well then I can describe what it is that makes me click. There's all that basic stuff like nice body (slim but toned), I like my men clean shaven generally, short hair I prefer over long, but not too short, wispy is nice, I also like men that have a softness about the face, where their expression isn't too deep set but they look like they are pensive, and have a twinkle in their eyes. I also look at hands like JustJess, but I like men with manly but delicate hands (and definitely clean nails!!), and I also look at the backs of necks for some reason. The right nape of the neck will give me shivers. Weird I know.
I don't immediately think about having sex, I usually think along the lines of, I wonder if I asked him for his phone number if he'd give it to me and, I wonder what he's like and what he does every day. Sometimes I try to picture myself with that person.
Usually if I see someone who I find attractive I'm your typical painfully shy girl, I will look away and feel really embarrassed then try and sneak a peek every once in a while. Boring and gets me nowhere but it's not something I can help, it's a hormonal response and I can feel a little surge of adrenaline going through me and making me feel anxious. Turns me into a total idiot! lol
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Whether we write or speak or do but look
We are ever unapparent. What we are
Cannot be transfused into word or book.
Our soul from us is infinitely far.
However much we give our thoughts the will
To be our soul and gesture it abroad,
Our hearts are incommunicable still.
In what we show ourselves we are ignored.
The abyss from soul to soul cannot be bridged
By any skill of thought or trick of seeming.
Unto our very selves we are abridged
When we would utter to our thought our being.
We are our dreams of ourselves, souls by gleams,
And each to each other dreams of others' dreams.
Fernando Pessoa, 1918
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