The Mimbo: When the Chemistry’s There but the Depth Isn’t

Over the years, I’ve met plenty of men who carry the charming qualities of what some might call a “bimbo”—except in this case, the male version. Let’s call him what he is: a mimbo.

I recently encountered yet another one. Gorgeous smile, sculpted physique, and enough confidence to make anyone swoon. The attraction? Undeniable.

But then we had our first sober, non-belligerent conversation... and it hit me.

This man was not the brightest crayon in the box.

I tend to be sarcastic and quick-witted. It’s part of my personality—and frankly, part of my charm. So I find it oddly entertaining when a guy tries to keep up, misses the point, and still attempts to one-up me with lines that don’t land.

The moment I knew we were on different levels—intellectually and emotionally—was either:

1. When I told him we weren’t aligned, and he asked me to explain what “procrastination” meant.

2. Or... when he tried to introduce me to his parents in the first week of meeting.

Now don’t get me wrong—it’s refreshing to meet a man who’s emotionally open. But when it comes with zero self-awareness or discernment? Yikes.

And it made me wonder:

Is it that hard to put superficiality aside and find someone who actually gets you? Someone who fits your personality, not just your eye?

But then again... I’m fresh out of a tough breakup. And when you’re rebounding, maybe it’s okay if your rebound is ridiculously good-looking.

Just, you know—ask him not to talk too much.