18 January 2005
Skinny legs and all
What is sexy? And I mean physically, so don't cop out and give me that "a woman with a brain is sooo sexy" line. Do you honestly like a woman who looks like she hasn't eaten since the last time the Mets won the World Series*? Is a woman whose protruding rib cage could conceivably pierce you during sex hot? Would you prefer a woman with a D cup and few pounds on her or an A cup with a child's waistline? Would you date a woman who is over a size 7? Over a size ten? Do you hold yourself to the same standards of physical perfection that you do the women you choose to date/pick up/marry?
Actually, the only standard of physical perfection I myself actually meet is "breathing," but this is true of rather a lot of us over here on the Y-chromosomed side of the aisle, as Paul notes:
I knew a lot of guys who were hard pressed to get a date, yet they talked as if they were George Clooney. I often pointed this out to them but never got a satisfactory response.
Being just as capable of hypocrisy as the next guy, I admit that I have, um, certain preferences, but that's all they are: preferences. Not requirements. (And if I did meet someone who looked exactly like the mythical Woman of My Dreams, I think it's a safe bet I wouldn't even be able to speak to her: I'd be too overwhelmed, and there's always the "What would she want with the likes of me?" angle.)
You might infer from that last bit that there have not been many women in my life, and indeed there have not, but they have been a fairly diverse lot, from sizes 2 to 22½, heights from 4'9" to 5'9", and don't even ask me to recall cup sizes. About the only thing they had in common was that at some point they thought I was acceptable, which is miraculous enough.