As I browse through these forums, I have noticed that a recurrent theme seems to spring up every time women are discussed, as invariably happens during the course of most male conversation. Most guys (saying "all" would be too crass of a generalization) seem to place very heavy emphasis on how their woman looks, thus using today's society accepted definitions of "beautiful" and "attractive", and thereby, "desirable", as a gauge against which all women are calibrated. Now, I'll be the first to admit that I have nothing against a good looking woman - hell, why would I? - but I notice that it seems to be very important for a lot of guys that their woman is "hot", that she sports a singularly attractive ass, that she copulates (may I say "fucks"?) like sex was going out of stock, that she has breasts as prominent and rigid as the peaks of the Himalayas ; in short, that she is the moaning answer to every male's testosterone propelled, pornographically fueled, erotically charged fantasy. While such women do indeed exist - God Bless 'em all - and they flesh out (if you will pardon the pun ) an essential role in a society where sex sells everything from car parts to ice cream, I would like, if I may be allowed, to remark on my own point of view about these things. Remember, it's only my opinion, so feel free to disagree with me, vociferously if necessary. Variety is the spice of life after all.
My principal pet peeve is feeling the need to judge, and therefore, classify, my woman based on norms set up by someone else. I don't feel the need to parade my woman along a catwalk where she has to meet "accepted" beauty requirements in the eyes of the world so that I can feel comfortable with her. I wouldn't mind if my girl didn't have a "hot ass", in fact, I am pretty OK if she had just an ordinary ass (OK, if she had a fat ass, I'd just take her to the gym with me and fix that up). I don't mind if my girl doesn't turn heads wherever she goes. I don't mind if she doesn't have breasts that look like awkwardly hidden satellite dishes (with all due respect to those who do, of course, I mean to slight no one). I wouldn't complain (too much, hehe) if she doesn't bang me every day with the focused relentlessness of an industrial pneumatic drill.
What do I look for in my girl. I prefer to look for things that have substance. As long as she loves me and I love her, I know I have something that's permanent, something that is going to be there forever, something that really counts in the end. A relationship can be tough, the bad moments can be battering, sticking together in rough weather can be as hard as that last, body-shaking, teeth-gritting rep at the end of the workout in the gym. Love, true love, is what gets you through the hard moments that are bound to happen when two people are together. Physical beauty is only skin deep and doesn't last; it's like a firework that goes up in a beautiful flame and then disappears. True love, on the other hand, lasts a lifetime. And beyond. And yes, it would be nice to have both, it's great to have a beautiful woman that loves you with all her body and soul, but, as with almost everything in life, this would probably come down to choices in the end. And if I had to choose, I know what I would pick. I'd go with the real deal. Everytime. Nothing beats laying down on the bed at the end of the day, with the woman you love smiling at you as she lies her head down beside you on the pillow, knowing that tomorrow, come what may, is always a day that you will face together. Nothing in the world is as beautiful as that.
My principal pet peeve is feeling the need to judge, and therefore, classify, my woman based on norms set up by someone else. I don't feel the need to parade my woman along a catwalk where she has to meet "accepted" beauty requirements in the eyes of the world so that I can feel comfortable with her. I wouldn't mind if my girl didn't have a "hot ass", in fact, I am pretty OK if she had just an ordinary ass (OK, if she had a fat ass, I'd just take her to the gym with me and fix that up). I don't mind if my girl doesn't turn heads wherever she goes. I don't mind if she doesn't have breasts that look like awkwardly hidden satellite dishes (with all due respect to those who do, of course, I mean to slight no one). I wouldn't complain (too much, hehe) if she doesn't bang me every day with the focused relentlessness of an industrial pneumatic drill.
What do I look for in my girl. I prefer to look for things that have substance. As long as she loves me and I love her, I know I have something that's permanent, something that is going to be there forever, something that really counts in the end. A relationship can be tough, the bad moments can be battering, sticking together in rough weather can be as hard as that last, body-shaking, teeth-gritting rep at the end of the workout in the gym. Love, true love, is what gets you through the hard moments that are bound to happen when two people are together. Physical beauty is only skin deep and doesn't last; it's like a firework that goes up in a beautiful flame and then disappears. True love, on the other hand, lasts a lifetime. And beyond. And yes, it would be nice to have both, it's great to have a beautiful woman that loves you with all her body and soul, but, as with almost everything in life, this would probably come down to choices in the end. And if I had to choose, I know what I would pick. I'd go with the real deal. Everytime. Nothing beats laying down on the bed at the end of the day, with the woman you love smiling at you as she lies her head down beside you on the pillow, knowing that tomorrow, come what may, is always a day that you will face together. Nothing in the world is as beautiful as that.
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