He's a Picasso

It's been raining the past few days here, with snow dusting the tops of the mountains and the clouds sitting low and looking like ballet tutus, and the wind blowing just enough to make you regret wearing your light jacket instead of the wool pea coat. In other words, it's Man Weather. The type of weather where you need a man to offer his sweatshirt and ever so slyly place his arm around your shoulders to "keep you warm". Teeheehee.

The problem, however, is finding a man that you actually want touching you. It's fairly easy to weed out the Absolutely-Under-No-Circumstances-Ever-Will-That-Weirdo-Ever-Come-Near-Me types. The second step is far more fun: sorting out the Potentials and the Picassos.

It recently came to my attention that, although girls understand the concept, they've never had a name for the Picassos. The purpose of today's post is to elaborate-mostly because I'm bored and couldn't think of anything better to do.

When the rest of the world thinks of "A Picasso" they think of something like this:

"A Picasso" for the purposes of this blog looks something more like this:

When I look at an actual Picasso painting, I can enjoy the aesthetic beauty of the art, but never would I actually want it hanging in my house. Too much drama, too much maintenance, too much risk.

Same with men. Some are fun to look at. You can enjoy the aesthetic beauty of a work of art, but you don't want it in your life. Too much drama, too much maintenance, too much risk.

I find this concept comes in quite handy when I happen to mention in the presence of other women that a particular person is "good looking". They invariably assume I mean "I'm in love". But if I can say he's "an enjoyable Picasso", they will nod in agreement....and the best part is men will all be wondering what the heck we're talking about.