I have had an epiphany. Call me superficial, biased, bitchy, veering off into problematic territory, but..
Holy shit, Batman. I thought I was just attracted to intelligent, outgoing men. No, that's not the situation. I've liked dumbasses. But what I've noticed is that all of these intelligent, outgoing men are my conception of a MAN, something I've toiled around with too often growing up as a child of the US & the black southern communities.
Like, a MAN, man: career-oriented or in his career, older than me, dresses in nice collared shirts (not necessarily tailored!), tennis shoes only on lazy days, having assets, family oriented and being really motivated. Woah. That blasts my gender-oriented skirt out of the water. It's like I'm performing Marilyn Monroe, but am keeping my dress down for sake of not allowing my horniness to bust from the seams. Tall. Physically fit. Gorgeous smile. Puts me in my place (not as a woman, but as an intellectual equal!). Somehow knows every time to grip me. I really love men. Assertive, dominant (but not creepily so) men. A person with their shit together, friend or lover, is the best thing...