Sapiosexual

"At some point we need to discuss. How in the world did you become infatuated with me to begin with?"

Before I'd ever heard the word sapiosexual, I was always turned on by women in positions of power - having falsely equated the two; the Marine Corps Staff Sergeant in Tech S

"At some point we need to discuss. How in the world did you become infatuated with me to begin with?"

Before I'd ever heard the word sapiosexual, I was always turned on by women in positions of power - having falsely equated the two; the Marine Corps Staff Sergeant in Tech School, the Captain in charge of our flight in Germany, and a string of VPs in corporate. These positions of power were almost always attained via the construct of linear time which meant these women were older than I - another false equivalence I didn't understand at the time. Once I became aware of my sapiosexuality however, and gained a better comprehension about who I was, I understood my attraction to brilliance no matter the age or position and was able to retire the outmoded assumptions.

As far as wanting to add you completely and entirely into every aspect of my life, it would also be unfair to suggest my wife was complicit in foisting the idea upon me over the course of several years because given my background and experiences, empirically it was the most logical conclusion. That is to say, I am aware it plays a large part in my worldview, which others, less attuned, usually overlook completely as it is wholly absent from their own wheelhouse and therefore unavailable for consideration. Though it is possible her permission allowed me to expand upon these ideals as we often discuss our own hopes and dreams and fears and scenarios with wild abandon and I have been hearing tales of you and your friendship since January 2015 - the first time you were mentioned to me. I met you in person five months later with entirely normal interaction.

It wasn't until our wedding that I got to better know you - admittedly through observation mostly, but of course that is how it sometimes starts. Dorian and I are all too familiar with people being drawn to us because of our radiated joy; it happened to us as individuals, and it happens to us moreso when we're together - people want that same joy in their own life and we're somehow a beacon to them. While it's true some of these people recognize that joy because they have it as well, other's don't and are seeking it for themselves. Those in the latter category do not make good companions. Those in the former category often do. Its much this way I was drawn to your intrinsic joy as manifested through your actions, attitude, and behavior and for the first time saw you for myself as my wife sees you.

Which brings us to our trip to New Mexico, where I irrationally fell absolutely head-over-heels in love with you. I credit it to experiencing firsthand how and what you think, and communicate, and how goddamn smart you are - I was in awe! Add in my sapiosexuality and our combined joy and can think of nothing else except adding your uniqueness to our existing life in hopes we can share innumerous experiences together, the three of us, in a perfect, self-sustaining bubble of love, support, and real, true happiness.

And then I learned of the word, "noetisexual" which supplants sapiosexual and defines me much more accurately

"... It’s loving the shape of their mental landscape and wanting to explore it. It’s falling in love with the way they think, and their unique mental makeup. It’s loving their creativity, their ingenuity, their silliness, their humor, their emotional intelligence, the way they use words, the way they make mental space for you in their minds, and more.

It’s being attracted to the way their minds work rather than simply one ill-defined facet of it."

chool, the Captain in charge of our flight in Germany, and a string of VPs in corporate. These positions of power were almost always attained via the construct of linear time which meant these women were older than I - another false equivalence I didn't understand at the time. Once I became aware of my sapiosexuality however, and gained a better comprehension about who I was, I understood my attraction to brilliance no matter the age or position and was able to retire the outmoded assumptions.

As far as wanting to add you completely and entirely into every aspect of my life, it would also be unfair to suggest my wife was complicit in foisting the idea upon me over the course of several years because given my background and experiences, empirically it was the most logical conclusion. That is to say, I am aware it plays a large part in my worldview, which others, less attuned, usually overlook completely as it is wholly absent from their own wheelhouse and therefore unavailable for consideration. Though it is possible her permission allowed me to expand upon these ideals as we often discuss our own hopes and dreams and fears and scenarios with wild abandon and I have been hearing tales of you and your friendship since January 2015 - the first time you were mentioned to me. I met you in person five months later with entirely normal interaction.

It wasn't until our wedding that I got to better know you - admittedly through observation mostly, but of course that is how it sometimes starts. Dorian and I are all too familiar with people being drawn to us because of our radiated joy; it happened to us as individuals, and it happens to us moreso when we're together - people want that same joy in their own life and we're somehow a beacon to them. While it's true some of these people recognize that joy because they have it as well, other's don't and are seeking it for themselves. Those in the latter category do not make good companions. Those in the former category often do. Its much this way I was drawn to your intrinsic joy as manifested through your actions, attitude, and behavior and for the first time saw you for myself as my wife sees you.

Which brings us to our trip to New Mexico, where I irrationally fell absolutely head-over-heels in love with you. I credit it to experiencing firsthand how and what you think, and communicate, and how goddamn smart you are - I was in awe! Add in my sapiosexuality and our combined joy and can think of nothing else except adding your uniqueness to our existing life in hopes we can share innumerous experiences together, the three of us, in a perfect, self-sustaining bubble of love, support, and real, true happiness.

And then I learned of the word, "noetisexual" which supplants sapiosexual and defines myself much more accurately:"

"... It’s loving the shape of their mental landscape and wanting to explore it. It’s falling in love with the way they think, and their unique mental makeup. It’s loving their creativity, their ingenuity, their silliness, their humor, their emotional intelligence, the way they use words, the way they make mental space for you in their minds, and more.

It’s being attracted to the way their minds work rather than simply one ill-defined facet of it."

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My (then) father-in-law believed no man should ever own more than he could carry in his pickup truck. When I asked why, instead of explaining, he told me it was something his grandfather had told him. I then wondered how different this man's life might have been if his grandfather instead told him no man should ever own more than a single military cargo plane could carry across two continents.

Which got me wondering about the storage capacity of his grandfather's understanding of a military cargo plane, the C-47 for example, versus the sheer magnitude of say, a C-5. Would that advise scale, generationally? Or was the grandfather intent on no matter how much things changed in the future with science and technology and understanding of psychology, be constrained to only the amount of household good which could fit in a C-47, even if you had a C-5 at your disposal? Did you fly with the empty space, or could you include other household goods that weren't your own?

If say, the grandfather was married and had kids, was that a cargo-plane's worth of household goods for the entire household, or did each individual get a single C-47's worth of goods to own? If the latter, that would be multiple C-47's but only a single C-5, so does the "single military cargo plane" analogy once again become relevant? If so, how would we know? How would we ascertain the intent when in all probability it was something he'd heard from his grandfather growing up?

If we go far enough back - before there were pickup trucks - was it two mules? And if it was two mules, we should be able to extrapolate that new technology is fair game in replacing outmoded conveyances. But until we know the why behind the two mule limitation, wouldn't adhering to the advice as an absolute seem sketchy? Probably.