Last week I was approached by a "trumper." Men are “trumpers” when some aspect about them is so irrefutably sexy that they “trump” any and all “types” a woman believes she has. Often times these pinnacles of manliness look good in anything—like they just stepped from the pages of a catalogue of men wearing stylish clothes while engaging in rugged activities. The mere sight of these men overrides any logical objection we may have and floods our body with the message, "make babies with this man now."
This particular trumper was coming on strong, to the extent that I was baffled. I kept wanting to ask if this was a joke, if a man who looked like him was really as into me as he appeared to be. To top off the fact that he looked like an Arrow Shirt model, he was not afraid to joke around with me. When I explained what I do as a sex educator, he asked if I promoted abstinence as the only method. We shared a smile and laughed. When the conversation concluded, he passed me his card and said he would love to take me out.
This article appears in May 3-9, 2012.