Describe it you will...
your Kryptonite, if you will excuse the superman reference.
Let me explain, in this instance I'm refering to the opposit (or same) sex. The man/woman that despite your best efforts is the only thing you have no defense against.
I was listening to a song today and this verse caught my attention.
Everytime I look up I see it in your face
you want to hook up with me
Instead of acting like your supposed to
your coping attitude like your to good for me
And you know good and damn well that
If I wanted I could take you from your man
I could have you eating out of the palm of my hand
and all your little girlfriends too
And it got me thinking. What would it take? What kind of man/woman could do this to you? There is a big difference between the ideal man, the one you would want to spend forever with, and the man who make your head spin, your knees go out, and like him or not fall on your face to have him. So, what is it for you?
My answer behind cut.
My Kryptonite man is mostly an attitude thing, I've had them come in both toweringly tall, and at least 4 inches shorter then me. Weight isn't an issue, age, glasses, eyes, none of it. It's all in the behaviour and the attitude.
It amazes me how often he's an Aries. He's the opposit of the type of guy I could actually want to want. He's arrogant, he knows damned well he can have me if he wants me. Not that I'll let him know that. He enjoys the fact he can turn me on with a look, and he exploits that fact often. He tends to stand or sit a little to close but not close enough I can actually object with out looking like an idiot. He likes to talk low near my ear. He has a tendency of coming up behind me and touching my hips. He smirks. He flirts. He likes to press my buttons and get my riled up. He likes to argue with me. He's got a very....alpha wolf mentality I suppose would be the best way to put it. The type you just know would be a top.
Practically everything he says is dripping with inuendo. He likes to come really close to kissing me but doesn't actually do it. Frustration is his name. He drives me crazy with wanting almost without touching me at all. He refuses to actually initiate anything in a way that I can blame him for it. He stirs me up with taunting and flirting until the only choice I have is to jump him.
And he's good. I hope he won't be, I hope it will be awkward and bad but is it? No he knows what he's doing. He seems to have a direct tap into my brain. He knows when to pin my wrists, when and how to move to make me beg. Which I try very hard not to do. And I might even succeed in that. The first time.
And once we've been to bed does he stop? No. He knows I want it to be a one time thing get him out of my system, and he will have none of that. He knows that if he keeps antagonizing me he'll have me again. And he will eventually succeed in making me beg. And worse, now that we've been together he has every excuse to be able to actually touch me. And he does.
The last one had a tendency of coming up behind me when I was doing something in the kitchen and pressing against me, talking low in my ear about absolutely nothing of consequence. Knowing damn well what he was doing to me because I could see him smirking in the window reflection.
He's the type of guy for which "Bastard" is an affectionate nickname. It usually only lasts a few months at the most, but those are the hottest most intense months between the button pushing on both sides because that level of dominant behaviour tends to make me prickly and defensive, and the growing frequency of tumbles into bed, showers, counters, cars, and tree's. And when it's over and the dust clears, I actually miss the conflict.
It's been years since I've encountered my Kryptonite....my masochistic side actually rather misses the frustration, annoyance, hot sex, wanting to break something or scream or pull out all my hair.
Most of the time I want the nice guy, the one you can talk to, cuddle with, have sex/make love with, bond with. But sometimes...sometimes you just crave something bad for you. Or is it just me?