That I am this attracted to you is an intoxication, yet I will ever be your best friend and fierce protector too. Love should always be a bundle-package, and our chemistry tells me you're the one.
Our attraction has become my safety ropes, as if I am the trapeze artist and you are all that keeps me from tumbling down.
Everyone is attractive when they are in shape and most of your beauty comes from within, from your emotional warmth and passions. So, ignore the beauty industry stereotypes. There is someone out there for everyone, and, well, you can go a very long way with one good friend.
You are the sweetest melody on these eyes and ears. I could wrap myself up in your words and sleep more soundly than a baby. I guess that's attraction but it feels so deep, as if this were the start of a song that plays on and on, something so soothing to my soul.
Our attraction was instant. There is something about you that excites and calms me all at once, as if we were best friends at a funfair enjoying one another's company.
The attraction between us becomes a tangible thread in the air before we speak a word.
This attraction is everything I ever needed and wanted, and yet in moments I panic all the same. I have almost finished conquering these ghosts, the ones that feel that it is safer to run from you than to you. Yet, in truth, I can't run. I tried. Each time I start to spiral. My steady composure evaporates as if I am a spinning top that needs your hand to stop. I never was emotionally independent, yet in that there is a blessing. I form strong bonds of love. I can be trusted. I will always stay with you. I can only break this kind of attraction to save myself or those I love because doing so almost kills me anyway. So, I'm glad your are so attracted to me too. This has the makings of one of the greatest love stories.
Our attraction is the sanest kind of madness.
Attraction swirls between us as invisible ropes, as if these chords are made of future love and laughter, of what we will come to signify to one another.
Bigorexia - the wave of young men damaging their bodies with steriods to gain big muscles - is founded on a misconception. If they are a guy who wants to attract gals, here's the thing. I say this as a straight biological female. Women, beyond a sense of averageness, don't care what their man looks like. They don't. Once a guy is somewhat average other factors take over. They are looking for a great partner who would make a great father. It's biologically hardwired. Women don't chose mates based on looks. By all means, be healthy, do a sport or whatever makes you feel good... but a lot of women actually don't like big muscles in real life. That's what's real.