Cue Ball. Chrome Dome. Mr. Clean. Whatever you call him, if he's bald then he's sexy.
I am ready to declare publicly my affinity for bald men.
I have found bald men sexy ever since high school. Today I tried to figure out why. I analyzed it and found out some surprising things about myself.
I reject the idea that I like bald men because my dad is bald. Trust me, I have daddy issues but this isn't one of them. Sorry, Freud, no Oedipal complex here.
I do like older men. Even in high school I was attracted to older men. Not a few years older, 15-20 years older. I liked the idea of someone wise. Someone above the need to impress. And, yes, someone who could protect me (the feminist part of me gives way to the injured little girl part in this instance). So maybe this is part of it. Bald usually means older.
But there's more to it. Especially now that shaving their heads is more common among men of every age. It's a hairstyle choice. Now I see thirty-year olds with bald heads. That's younger than me. Do I find them sexy? Why, yes I do.
So it's more than age.
It's confidence. Men who are going bald naturally and embrace it rather than fight it with the dreaded comb-over, hairpiece, or plugs. Men who know that they are not defined by their hair, something so arbitrary. Men who roll with what life hands them. That is sexy.
There's also an element of honesty. This is who I am. Honesty is sexy.
And then there's the elusive element. Why do we like anything? Just because we do. Sometimes there's not a logical reason behind it. A certain smell or taste pleases me just because it does. I find bald men sexy just because I do.
You can keep your Hugh Jackman and Brad Pitt types. I'll take Sean Connery, Patrick Stewart, and Anthony Edwards. Men who are confident in who they are and wear it well. I love bald men.
Now, Johnny Depp is a rare exception; him I'll take. Sometimes attraction just doesn't fit the rules.