Hmmmm…beauty and/or hotness is in the eye of the beholder. But even so…
I tend to like women that don’t wear a lot of makeup…if a woman looks good naturally, thats a serious plus to me. There was one girl in college that everyone thought was hot. I could barely speak to her because she was, in my opinion, the most gorgeous woman I had ever seen at that point in my life. We actually did become friends because one night I did speak to her at a party. She told me she was often lonely because people don’t speak to her a lot. Men were afraid to talk to her and girls hated her. All because she was good looking. (she didn’t call herself good looking, but that was the gist of it…she knew she was hot but she was very modest). The sad part is just before graduation she told me she really wanted me to ask her out on a date instead of us just hanging out as friends. I was completely shocked. In my mind girls that look that * good don’t go out with guys that look like me. *
As for men, I had a friend back home that was what I guess women found hot. He even lived with me for awhile. His sexual exploits were legendary in the old 'hood because women threw themselves at him. I was in a supermarket with him one day and he saw a pretty girl. He told me he was gonna “have that”. I swear to you, that night I was in my kitchen talking to another buddy that was visiting when this girl came out of his bedroom wearing nothing but one of his shirts, got some ice from the fridge and scampered back into his room. I guess in some ways men can get as jealous as women, because even though he was a friend it made me green with envy that he could date all of these hot chicks with no effort. And its not jealousy making me say this, but he was the most shallow person I know. (worse than the Cat in Red Dwarf). I didn’t entirely trust this guy even though he was an ok roommate because always got what he wanted by virtue of his good looks…and it made him a tad arrogant and self serving.
I do have a problem with hot women though. It might be a bad way to think, but I dated a girl everyone thought was hot once. She was beautiful, and a buddy asked me what I did to get a girl like that. I knew without really any proof at that time that she was only dating me until someone better came along. I wish I was wrong, but I proved myself right. She met some guy that admittedly was better looking and had more money than I did and she dropped me the next day. Cold bloodedly too. She had a key to my house and she basically threw the stuff of mine that was at her place in the living room and called me at work to tell me she was dumping me for MR.Moneybags-Looks-Good. (Welcome to dumpsville, population: me!) Didn’t help that would often see her out with this guy and they would always stop and talk to me in a “Can you believe I dated this loser/I can’t believe you dated this loser” tone. That kind of soured me against women in general for a long time, which is a story best left for another time.
I also knew a girl that was a local national working for the US gov’t when I first went on active duty and was stationed in Mannheim that everyone thought was fantastically beautiful. She was and like every other single guy in the unit I had the hots for her. Another civilian lady that worked in the same office I did encouraged me to ask her out. It was obvious that I liked her, and this lady kept telling me “You’re a sweet guy…ask her out! She’d probably love to go out with you!”. So I swallowed my fear of her hotness and asked her…and she turned me down with one of those nice turn downs that always sound gentle but really amount to **“YOU? Do you really think I with all my glorious Hotness, would go out with a lowly worm like you? Kiss my feet and scamper off in in awe of my radiant hair, for you will always look in regret at the tremendous curves that are mine to command, knowing you will never touch them!”…**ok, I got issues, but man, that hurt. Once again I swept up what was left of my ego and put it in an empty aspirin bottle. It didn’t come out again for months.
The subject of hot women always reminds me of this woman I used to see all of the time where I worked for a time. She was a civilian and I never knew her name, I’d just see her in the building I worked in. She seemed nice, and always greeted people with a cheery hello, but man she was drop dead gorgeous. I remember feeling very angry and jealous of her only because I knew people would pretty much always regard her with more kindness than they would ever regard me or any other “average looking” person. She’d most likely never be lonely, despite what I said about my friend above. This probably makes me sound like a shallow person myself, but I’ve come to the realization that I’m not that good looking and I can’t really do much about it. But still, I sometimes wonder what it would be like to be one of the beautiful people.