Most men I know prefer blondes over brunettes, and especially, over red heads. None of these guys I talked to, twenty of them or so, have been able to fully explain why this is so. It seems to be based on a natural (as in their DNA) ) preference, as opposed to something they have learned over time. Some say that blonde-haired women exude youth and vivaciousness, others think that blondes are rarer in the general pool, and, therefore, represent a larger prize when reeled in. The “conquest seems greater because they are fussier about who they let into their world”, a few of them told me. Science tells us that blondes have more estrogen than other women, and often appear to be fitter.
Contrary to popular perception natural blondes actually have a higher IQ than brunettes and redheads. Blondes had an average IQ of 103.2, compared to 102.7 for those with brown hair, 101.2 for those with red hair and 100.5 for those with black hair, according to some scientific studies.
For me, I always wanted to have a blonde for a lover. They are like the most exotic of God’s creatures; they stand out like the white panther slinking through the jungle, or the wild and free mare on a Montana plain, hard to tame, difficult to approach. They know their beauty and wreak of confidence. They know they are desired and keep their pursuers at bay until summoned with a twist of the body and a smile of sultry pleasure. They are the golden fleece that men want and chase, but are often frozen in fear and quickly lose confidence– they let them slip through their inexperienced hands: Blondes sense fear and insecurity and don’t like it. I have chased, dated and married blondes and never lost interest; a blonde is comparable to the lion who is king of the jungle– their only natural competitor is another blonde. I can say that blondes truly do have more fun.