It's so funny. Men and women are so different in so many ways. Women in general like to shop, soak up the rays at the beach and watch love stories the likes of which no man can bare. Men on the other hand, seem to like drinking and watching sports, period! I'm making very broad generalizations, but my point is, I wonder if girls are like guys in what they seek out in a woman. I am not speaking about family values right now, I'm talking strictly physical attraction.
Now all guys like a pretty face, but guys are pretty much divided into three groups. Breast men, ass men and leg men. Oddly enough, you when you ask a buddy what kind of guy he is, you don't ever hear him say "I'm a pussy man." One because it's sounds like a self-loathing statement and two, it's a fucking given.
It's a funny phenomenon and I definitely don't want to get all Freudian with this entry, but I'd like to think it has nothing to do with our mothers, grandmothers or any other family members. OK, that hot cousin who isn't really a cousin doesn't count. Some say it has to do with breast feeding, but that only explains one of the three categories. What about the others? Would an ass man be such due to someone sitting on him as a child? I doubt it. Or a leg man having this love affair with the gams due to spending way too much time on the ground in the cosmetic department at Lord & Taylor? It's baffling.
All men turn when they see a bodacious bottom, some jiggling cleavage, or a set of long legs in high heels. That my friends, is human nature. But what makes a man fawn over one area so much more than another? I consider myself a breast man. I'd say 90 percent of the women I've ever been in contact with in a romantic way were pretty much stacked when it came to the chest area. Some were bigger than others, some more shapely, with some actually surprising me. I can't think of too many who were below average in size in that department. Now that's not to say that someone who can fill a pairs of jeans, but is petite up top doesn't turn me on. I'm not saying that at all. Believe me, the right pair of heels, a short skirt and and a sexy strut can drive me wild too, but at the end of the day, I like big breasts.
Now I have friends who love big butts. I have friends who like skinny butts. I have friends who want them heart-shaped and others that don't care. I have friends who like short legs, some who like long. Some like thin, some like more muscular. Some don't care if the girl has legs to begin with. When it comes to boobs, I know guys that say they don't want more than a mouthful, some say they want them as big as basketballs, and some say what's the use. Some like dark-skinned beauties, some the fair skinned European look. Beauty is definitely in the eye of the beholder and at times the beer holder.
My argument is all women are beautiful in their own way, but we all have our preferences. If I had my druthers, everyone would look like Salma Hayek. Her olive complexion, brunette mane, sexy Spanish accent, combined with a bust that almost none can rival and sexy legs that work their way up to her curvaceous hips. At 5'2", to me she's perfect. That's not to say the tall, lean look of someone like Uma Thurman doesn't do it for me or the soft features of Sinead O'Connor (yes even bald I'd love her). There are millions of attractive women in the world, but none compare in my eyes to Salma. OK, maybe Padma Lakshmi or Eva Green. A young Sophia Loren or Gunnel Linblom, maybe.
But do women have these groups? Other than the annoying love of height, I have never really heard women throw guys into groups. Sure after they have slept with them, they might have some information to group, but not before. No, men seem across the board to be placed into one of three categories. Sure, there are time when all the categories cross into one person, but that is rare (and special...see Salma). For the most part men can tell if these said body parts are nice before a woman undresses, so one knows what to expect. Although I will be honest, I once expected someone to be somewhat small chested and when they took their bra off I was shocked, and very pleasantly, by what I saw. It was one of those occasions where if others had been present, I might have grasped hands and said grace.
So there you have it. My delicately placing all of humanity, well male humanity, into three nice little groups. So which one are you? I am a self described breast man, but all you lovely rumped and long-legged ladies out there, please feel free to try and persuade me to your team! I promise I'll go into with an open mind if you go into with open...would you look at the time.
Now all guys like a pretty face, but guys are pretty much divided into three groups. Breast men, ass men and leg men. Oddly enough, you when you ask a buddy what kind of guy he is, you don't ever hear him say "I'm a pussy man." One because it's sounds like a self-loathing statement and two, it's a fucking given.
It's a funny phenomenon and I definitely don't want to get all Freudian with this entry, but I'd like to think it has nothing to do with our mothers, grandmothers or any other family members. OK, that hot cousin who isn't really a cousin doesn't count. Some say it has to do with breast feeding, but that only explains one of the three categories. What about the others? Would an ass man be such due to someone sitting on him as a child? I doubt it. Or a leg man having this love affair with the gams due to spending way too much time on the ground in the cosmetic department at Lord & Taylor? It's baffling.
All men turn when they see a bodacious bottom, some jiggling cleavage, or a set of long legs in high heels. That my friends, is human nature. But what makes a man fawn over one area so much more than another? I consider myself a breast man. I'd say 90 percent of the women I've ever been in contact with in a romantic way were pretty much stacked when it came to the chest area. Some were bigger than others, some more shapely, with some actually surprising me. I can't think of too many who were below average in size in that department. Now that's not to say that someone who can fill a pairs of jeans, but is petite up top doesn't turn me on. I'm not saying that at all. Believe me, the right pair of heels, a short skirt and and a sexy strut can drive me wild too, but at the end of the day, I like big breasts.
Now I have friends who love big butts. I have friends who like skinny butts. I have friends who want them heart-shaped and others that don't care. I have friends who like short legs, some who like long. Some like thin, some like more muscular. Some don't care if the girl has legs to begin with. When it comes to boobs, I know guys that say they don't want more than a mouthful, some say they want them as big as basketballs, and some say what's the use. Some like dark-skinned beauties, some the fair skinned European look. Beauty is definitely in the eye of the beholder and at times the beer holder.
My argument is all women are beautiful in their own way, but we all have our preferences. If I had my druthers, everyone would look like Salma Hayek. Her olive complexion, brunette mane, sexy Spanish accent, combined with a bust that almost none can rival and sexy legs that work their way up to her curvaceous hips. At 5'2", to me she's perfect. That's not to say the tall, lean look of someone like Uma Thurman doesn't do it for me or the soft features of Sinead O'Connor (yes even bald I'd love her). There are millions of attractive women in the world, but none compare in my eyes to Salma. OK, maybe Padma Lakshmi or Eva Green. A young Sophia Loren or Gunnel Linblom, maybe.
But do women have these groups? Other than the annoying love of height, I have never really heard women throw guys into groups. Sure after they have slept with them, they might have some information to group, but not before. No, men seem across the board to be placed into one of three categories. Sure, there are time when all the categories cross into one person, but that is rare (and special...see Salma). For the most part men can tell if these said body parts are nice before a woman undresses, so one knows what to expect. Although I will be honest, I once expected someone to be somewhat small chested and when they took their bra off I was shocked, and very pleasantly, by what I saw. It was one of those occasions where if others had been present, I might have grasped hands and said grace.
So there you have it. My delicately placing all of humanity, well male humanity, into three nice little groups. So which one are you? I am a self described breast man, but all you lovely rumped and long-legged ladies out there, please feel free to try and persuade me to your team! I promise I'll go into with an open mind if you go into with open...would you look at the time.
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