If I could hold a bullhorn and address America’s women, I’d like to introduce them to a word: mystery. Some sights are only for you, your husband, your doctor and your God. Mystery is so much better than blatant sexuality. Mystery is a beautiful gift that a husband is honored to receive and to unwrap. Blatant sexuality, by contrast, is a stack of dirty magazines that is thrown indiscriminately at anyone walking down the street.
While I’m at it, let me introduce the ladies to another word: femininity. I can’t define it well but I know it when I see it walk through the door. It is all that I, a knuckle-dragging male, am not. It makes me want to sit up in my chair, straighten my shirt and make sure my hair is combed. It makes me begin to dig in my pocket for a breath mint to pop in my mouth. It’s wonderful. To get biblical about it:
Three things are too wonderful for me; four I do not understand: the way of an eagle in the sky, the way of a serpent on a rock, the way of a ship on the high seas, and the way of a man with a virgin. (Proverbs 30:18-19 ESV)I love these verses; if you’ll allow me some creative license, the proverb-teacher here says, “Some thing escape my comprehension. One of them is the mysterious tête-à-tête of a couple, the place where masculinity is completely floored by femininity.”
I’ve been floored by femininity. Yes, I’ve become weak-kneed…and not as a teenager, either. I knew a woman who was one of the most beautiful ladies I’d ever seen. Not because she was a model though she was pretty. However, it was her smile. Yes, her smile. (Pay attention, ladies!) It wasn’t sexual; it was warm. Her smile was so powerful that it could chip the paint of the wall!
A female can do that to a male. I’m not talking skanky—I’m talking mysterious and feminine. There’s a difference and I’ll choose the latter any day of the week.
No, a modest woman doesn’t have to wear the living room drapes. She doesn’t have to buy from the “Frumpish Aisle” in a store to be mysterious, feminine, discrete and attractive. To make me weak at the knees.
To keep me digging in my pocket for that breath mint.