Cycleguy007 said:
Besides a great looking woman that isn't so great in bed can be taught!
Not in my experience.
Sexuality is something that you are born with and is honed at a very early age. Women in their 30's who are still hung up about sex and lousy in the sack will never change (in my experience). You might think you can teach them, but odds are against it.
As to the original question, I'd take good in bed over looks any day. Good looks fade with age, hell, after 2 or 3 weeks, looks become secondary.
Now, that's not saying that I'd want to be with some monstor who was amazing in the sack, but average looking is fine by me. I'm not exactly a GQ model myself. I can handle a bit of a big ass. I'm generally most attracted to a woman's face anyway.
A little humourous story about trying to "teach" a woman.
A few years ago, I met a woman. My age, very intelligent (was a lawyer), nice looking, but had NEVER had an orgasm. In fact, she was very sexually inexperienced. (Later it became clear that her parents had beat it into her skull that good girls keep a dime between their knees at all times.) She knew she had issues and had been seeing a shrink and a med about it.
Then she met me.
Her med doctor was encouraging her to have sex with men.
When she met me, she told me that she had never cum. I thought, "I'll be the one to show her the way"
Ba ha ha.
I tried EVERY trick in the book over a period of a few months. You name it, I did it, including all the phscho babble, love and understanding. I encouraged her to masturbate (she wouldn't think of it). I bought her sex toys (She wouldn't use them - couldn't bring herself to do it.) I used sex toys on her, I went down on her in all fashions till my jaw locked up and my tongue was ready to fall off (the next day I couldn't even speak.) I fucked her in every position. I went down on her using a vibe at the same time. I tried relaying fantasies of all shapes and sizes whilst fucking her thinking that secretly she harboured a desire to be with a woman, a hockey team, a horse. You name it.
She never came.
The last time we were together, I was going mental on her box. She was responding (in as much as she ever did). Right in the middle of my dissertation, she stops me and calls her voicemail at work to check her messages and change her outgoing voicemail message letting others know her time frame (She was OBSESSED with Outgoing voicemail messages - you know the ones that tell you what day it is and what time they'll be in the office.)
She does all this and then says, "where were we"
I just got up, got dressed and never saw her again.
Her problem is not my problem.
