The hottest compliment a man ever gave me

A man once said something that literally made my toes curl. I’m not exaggerating. I clenched my fingers into my palms and my toes curled inside my shoes. It’s something I do anyway when I’m aroused, but it is very rare for this to happen with mere words.

The effect was really powerful. I glanced up at him and if we were not surrounded by people, I would have pressed his body up against a wall and ran his hands under my dress.

Before I tell you what it is, I need to add a few caveats. This only works on a specific kind of woman, and only if you mean it.

Most men focus their compliments on things a woman was born with. Something she can take no credit for. Let’s take what my mama gave me, for instance. For some reason, men comment on my eyes and cheekbones a lot. Apparently, (as a drunk guy at a bar once told me), almond-shaped eyes like mine are “bedroom eyes”. He does not like girls with really round blue eyes as they are “bad in bed and overeager” Like puppies. My eye shape made him think of a cat, sensual and sexy.

I rolled my almond-shaped eyes back into my head as far as they could go, paid for my own drink and got out of there. However, this compliment would have worked with some women- those who believe their package and sexuality is all that they have to offer.

If that’s what you’re after — use the above phrase. Until either of you gets bored of the superficial foundation you built the relationship on and cheats or leaves.

If you are looking for a woman with a bit more substance, that will still fascinate and keep you (slightly) on your toes for the long run, that won’t cut it.

Don’t get me wrong. In the throes of passion, when we are intertwined and you are suckling my breasts and lifting me onto your lap, I want to hear all about my body, my skin, my taste. Keep ’em coming.

But getting me there? You need to see ME.

So lets put you out of your misery. What was this magical phrase?

If you are reading this and planning on using it for evil to get inside a girl’s knickers, shame on you. May the gods of pseudo-intellectual intentions strike you down. At the very least, make sure that you go down on her with intent and leave her with a good aftertaste of your dishonesty.

This guy? He was a listener. Our eyes met across the room at a social function and he cocked his head to the side in a “who are you then?” gesture. I raised my eyebrows in return and he smiled, walked on over. It was pretty clear after a minute or two that he was on his way back to Canada, very far from my native Ireland. Yet we fell into a conversational waltz, one step sideways and three forward.

He never made any sexual advances, he was dry and almost acerbic. I was merciless and playful. After about an hour, his taxi arrived and he put his glass down, not taking my hand or attempting to ingratiate himself. His life was 4000 miles away and we both knew it.

When he put his jacket on, he stopped. Looked at me sideways and said:

“My God, you have a fucking sexy mind.”

I think my mouth actually dropped open. He had a flight to catch, but if that hadn’t been the case, I would have introduced him to my body to get a second opinion.

I never looked him up on social media or attempted contact. I have a habit of not giving men my full name, so he could not find me.

But let me assure you- if a man compliments you on that one bit that is 100% YOU, the mind you created over many years of hardship, feeding it with books and introspection…?

The guy making love to a woman’s mind?

He’d better be ready to have his own blown.