What turns me on about the girl/s that I like is… that it’s her doing it, showing it, being it.
This is hard to say, really. The girl that I like is “it” for me. I like everything that she does, basically, even some of the bitchy things sometimes, because I’m just that whipped.
But if you were asking me instead, why do I like her, then it might be easier to respond. Because she’s not trying to make me like her, for one thing. That is pretty much the quickest turn-off there is. She’s just being herself, and I like who “she” happens to be. But (here I’m describing a particular person, who may not be the same as the next one, if there ever is one) she has a way of looking at me that lets me know I have her total attention. She has a way of touching me that lets me know that it was not accidental, that she knew I wanted or needed that touch, and she meant it to have the exact effect that it had… or she withholds that touch, which makes me want it and need it even more. She has a way of responding to my touch that lets me know that it was needed and wanted, too… or moving just out of reach, to make me want to touch her even more.
She gets my jokes and likes them, or she doesn’t, and says so. She doesn’t pretend to enjoy things that she doesn’t understand or like, but she doesn’t condemn me for liking things that she doesn’t understand or like.
She lets me know, gently, even if it’s abrupt sometimes, when something or someone more important has commanded her attention, such as her kids. She doesn’t pretend to pay attention when she can’t.
She doesn’t tell me every detail of her life, and she doesn’t even welcome my asking. But from time to time she will tell me the most intimate secrets of her own life, and expect me to guard them.
So, to sum up these attributes: She is by turns mysterious and open, captivating and aloof, intelligent and curious, funny and serious, honest and diplomatic, tactful and direct, loving and cool… she’s a lot of opposites, really. She is just herself. And I was lying about the ‘bitchy’ parts. She’s never that.