Understanding music is difficult, and someone who knows how to play an instrument usually is also mentally capable of forming complete sentences.
Which I am not.
Though, to be fair, I play bass guitar and that tends to rattle the brain. I'm pretty sure actual ideas fall out of my nose in the shower.
So, generally speaking, holding that guitar case seems to work quite nicely. But this female attraction to male musicians shouldn't be seen as baseless or shallow or ditsy.
Quite the opposite. It's a good thing to appreciate a man with intellectual interests beyond dominating his fantasy football league.
And it works both ways. Women with musical instruments also get major sexy points.
(Susan Tedeschi, do you like greyhound racing?)
Of course, one shouldn't just play music for the sole purpose of appearing more attractive. For that, God invented whiskey.
Instead, the ultimate goal is to play music for the joy of playing music. But usually that's just an evolution over time. Dreams of stardom often come first.
And it starts early. Hell, I've wanted to be a rock star since I was a kid.
Sure, there was a short phase where, as a young man, I yearned to be veterinarian. However, that quickly went away when, one afternoon, I was allowed to hang out at a local clinic and promptly saw a dog get his testicles cut off.
That changed things.
"Welp, thanks for letting me come by, Doc. I'm gonna go home now and rethink my life."
So, aside from that momentary lapse of reason, my heart has pretty much always been set on rock stardom.
But you see how well that's going.
Anyway, screw it. I'm opening a bagel shop.