Ahhhh...the perfect woman. Is this mystical being only as real as Nessie, Bigfoot, or the Free Lunch? Was she lost forever as soon as Eve picked the fruit from the Tree of Knowledge? Don't be sillly. "Perfect" is such a subjective term, and therein lies the beauty. Your perfect woman is not the same as my perfect woman. And who is my perfect woman? I'm glad you asked.
I am not a complicated man. My thoughts, values and beliefs largely exist on a sliding scale, so my requirements are a bit more broad and universal than maybe some of the other gents out there. There are three main factors of attraction that constitute the perfect woman. Each of these on their own may consitute a very attractive woman, but only in the presence of all three is she rendered perfect, or rather ideal, the word perfect is actually a little too absolute for my tastes.
First, there is the most obvious and most primal factor: physical attraction. This is what makes the world go round. Proper proportions, child-bearing hips, a strong and different immune system, we've all heard these before. A beautiful woman is something to be admired, but again, beauty gets so subjective. The basic rules are always in play to a degree, but I've got my own take on them just like every other red-blooded American male. I'm not a boob guy, or an ass guy, well...not quite an ass guy. I'm a hips guy. A woman with a good set of hips who knows how to use them will turn me into a slobbering Tex Avery wolf-take. This is why I will one day convince Shakira to leave her husband and marry me instead. It will happen. Oh yes, it will.
Hair color or style are not major issues, but I do have a slight preference for brunettes and the occasional (natural) redhead. I like the simpler, low maintenance look (pontails, laid out flat, etc.), it can say a lot about how much work she could be. I'm also a sucker for petite gals, someone that I can pick up and throw around a little (if she's into that kind of thing).
Everyone also has some kind of ethnic fantasy; mine is mediterranean women. Greek, Italian, Turkish, Jordanian; it's the dark skin, hair, and eyes. I'm also a bit of a sucker for a Sicilian-style nose. It may be a little weird, but I love 'em. I'm still saving for my trip to Greece.
The physical component is probably the category in which I am willing to grant the greatest amount of leeway, except for two areas. The best way I judge the beauty of a woman is by looking at her eyes and her smile. These two things can tell me more about a gal than anything else. Eyes are the windows to the soul and when we laugh, we show who we truly are as an individual. When a woman laughs and her eyes light up, that's where the magic happens, and it gets me every time.
Up next, we get behind the eyes of my ideal lady...
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