“I, with a deeper instinct, choose a man who compels my strength, who makes enormous demands on me, who does not doubt my courage or my toughness, who does not believe me naïve or innocent, who has the courage to treat me like a woman.” ~ Anais Nin

I’ve been blessed with a man who embraces both his masculine and feminine side. He’s sensitive, evolved and sexy.

I’m asked now and again what it’s like to live with such a force of nature. I’m very aware of the gift that he is to my life.

He’s the manifestation of all his years of reading, meditating and discussing everything that touches his soul.

I won’t lie and say that I wasn’t attracted initially to his athletic body and sexy grin.

His magnetic charm was altogether too much for me. His masculinity drew me in with the force of a tsunami. But it was his ability to tap into the feminine that made me stay.

I’m vain. There, I’ve said it. It feeds my ego that he attracts women like bees to a succulent flower. I truly do enjoy the stares in his direction, always have. He can’t help it anyway, it’s just the way it is.

We went away together once. This doesn’t happen too often, I prefer to travel separately. We went to the Findhorn Community in Scotland for a spiritual workshop. It was a long trip, and during it I realized that my sensitive man was more interested in striking up conversations with perfect strangers (part of his natural curiosity) than making sure we were on time for the train.

He experienced the journey with childlike joy while I fretted and bitched about schedules and tried to count on two hands how many women turned to look at him. My man just smiled and shrugged his shoulders, and completely threw me off my game just like he did all the others.

Once at the seminar, he held private discussions with the other women in our group, listening intently to their life stories, and offering sage advice such as they’ve never heard from a man who they insisted should be conceited and shallow due to his looks.

I’ve never understood this reasoning that one had to be vapid if blessed with a pleasing countenance.

I know that initially, like me, they were drawn to his appearance, but it was his openness, his vulnerability, his willingness to be raw that made all the difference for them.

I was told that he heals women just by being. He need not say anything. His energy is entirely encompassing of whatever ails the human condition. I love this about him and have embraced the fact that he is available emotionally for more than just this woman.

On the flip side, I can’t offer him the opportunity for such intense discussion all the time, as I love silence. And I see him when he’s given it all and there is nothing left even for himself.

A sensitive, evolved man often doesn’t observe balance while he pursues his passion for helping others. He’s still learning just like the rest of us.

He’s a fighter. Not physically, although he did that on the ice playing hockey and has the scars on his face to prove it. What I mean is, he fights for me in innumerable ways.

Please read on here…http://www.elephantjournal.com/2015/09/whats-it-like-to-love-an-evolved-sexy-man/