He's not afraid of her body—he's afraid of her gaze. He's afraid that she sees more than she lets on. That she can read his reserve, discern what's playing and what's true.
A woman who can see through him is a threat. She doesn't expose him, she simply observes. And this makes a man feel his mask crack.
He's not afraid of being exposed—he's afraid that with her, he has nowhere to hide. The fear of being seen is the most honest of all fears

He's used to being looked down upon. He's used to making decisions, influencing, directing. But one day, he meets a woman who doesn't need his strength. She simply is.
And he loses his balance. His confidence becomes unnecessary, his words superfluous. She doesn't fight or admire him. This is discouraging. It's hard for a man to accept a woman in front of whom he can't flaunt his power. But she remains in his mind—because next to her, he feels not like a winner, but like the real him.

A man is drawn to someone who doesn't try to read him. He needs space where he can be himself, not disassembled. But the less she asks, the more he wants to share.
She simply listens—she doesn't sympathize, she doesn't judge. This is frightening. Because around her, he lets down his guard. She doesn't say she understands—and this makes him talk more.
He doesn't seek advice. He seeks a woman with whom he can be weak without appearing vulnerable. People fear such women. People remember such women.

Sometimes a woman doesn't need to speak. She's simply present—and the air changes. A man feels his confidence begin to fade. He wants her to speak, to give himself a reason not to feel. But she remains silent.
Silence reveals. In it, you can hear breathing, pauses, thoughts. It's in these moments that roles collapse. A man accustomed to control suddenly realizes he's being controlled without touching. The very fact of her calm becomes power. He feels exposed, even though nothing has happened. Si...