X-Factor

as in

"She has the X-factor."

Variations: "She doesn’t have the X-factor ... All women have the X-factor ... I can’t find anyone with the X-factor." (Never: "I don’t have the X-factor."

First clue: If he had any idea what he was looking for, he wouldn’t call it "the X-factor". When he’s thirsty, does he go into a bar and ask, "Do you have something with the X-factor"? No, he says, "Give me a beer". When he’s tired, does he sigh, "I need a night with the X-factor"? No, he falls asleep on the
sofa with his mouth open. And when he wants sex, does he whisper sweet nothings about "the X- factor"? No, he grabs you and does his best.

For him the "X-factor" is something - anything?? - indefinable about a girl - or girls - that allows him to get over his instinctive sense that they are second rate creatures and to consider them as potential partners.

The seX-factor is the most common element. To find other attractions requires a leap of the imagination of which he is not always capable but the seX-factor is right there in his face - at least he hopes it will be.

It’s some combination of physical attributes - the sweep of your hair, a sparkle in the eyes, a smirk to the lips, a swell to the breasts, a swing to the hips - which is impossible to specify but, added up, brings him to his knees, which he likes.

This aspect of "the X-factor" alleviates the need for him to make a conscious decision which he invariably senses is beyond him. It saves him the need to make choices and galvanises him, the same way the threat of legal action from the bank does.

As for what might contribute to "the X-factor" beyond physical beauty, don’t even begin to wonder. If he could describe it, he would immediately begin to find fault with it, because it wouldn’t be "the X-factor" anymore.

In the simplest terms, "the X-factor" is something that keeps him guessing, which shouldn’t be very difficult for any girl, if she can be bothered with such a game.