I’ve always equated wearing eye glasses with intelligence. I think it started with Collette Heaney in grade 6. Her hand was always raised in triumph the instant a question was posed by Mr. Murphy. Her face, framed by wire rimmed eye glasses, pleading for the teachers attention. I was devoted to her single minded quest for intellectual respect. I tried to approach her a number of times, to bathe in her aura of intelligence, but her head was invariably stuck in a book and she never acknowledged my presence.
In high school it was Miss Kelly, my English studies teacher that captured my soul. Her face adorned with those sensible, oversized eye glasses sent a thrill through my body, which electrified my very being. When she quoted Shakespeare, especially Portia from the Merchant of Venice, my heart resounded with joy and I entered into Rapture.
The quality of mercy is not strained.
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the place beneath. It is twice blest:
It blesseth him that gives and him that takes.
In university it was Ophelia from my psychology 101 class. She came to classes twice a week, each time wearing a different style of eye glasses. One day it would be pink, full rimmed, cat eye glasses and another it would be blue, semi-rimless oval eye glasses. She never spoke much, but would concentrate on the professors words with great intensity, tapping away on her laptop. I eventually mustered the courage to speak to her and asked her out for a cup of coffee. She accepted and we spent a pleasant hour in the coffee shop discussing the pros and cons of our psychology course. We made a habit of this for the rest of the semester, and at the courses conclusion she casually asked me up to her apartment. As we entered the elevator I could feel my heart pounding louder and louder, the surface of my skin alive with an electrical current waiting to find an outlet.
Upon entering her apartment she went to the kitchen cupboard, removed her eye glasses and placed them in a floral container. She then turned to me and asked if I wanted a drink. Who is this person, I no longer recognized her. Her face had changed in an instant from a vision of intellectual beauty to a rather plain, nondescript shade of her former self. My heart sank and I sat in misery for the next hour while she droned on about her family background. At the first opportunity I made my excuses and made for the exit, noting the disappointed look she gave me.
After graduation from university I was hired as a contributing columnist for an online start-up. Over time I noticed a marked deterioration in my eye sight and made an appointment with the local optometrist. She gave me a prescription for eye glasses and I headed off to the eye glass store. I entered intellectual Nirvana. There were about four women standing in front of a glass wall trying on various styles of eye glasses and my body shuddered with ecstasy. The sales lady came over, in her stunning fashionable eye glasses, gave a charming smile and asked if she could help. We were married a year later.
Sapio-Sexual is one who finds intelligence the most sexually attractive feature. Sapiosexual is a recently constructed word that has come into common usage, especially on social networking sites where some people are self-identifying as sapiosexual.