I think the subject speaks for itself.
I am speaking for all womankind when I say this. (Even though I am not big-mouthed nor flat-bummed.)
I’m beginning to wonder what he does like. 
I really try not to post just to say “me too”, but in this case I will.
Me too. :mad:
I figure he probably likes men with big bums, and tiny little mouths.
And really large, dull nipples…while the more recent have been gratuitous and stupid, I have to admit the first one was funny, mostly because he got sliced open by a nipple. I shall never forget the image that formed in my mind…
Quite frankly, I don’t see why he even bothers to post this stuff. While it is pointless and mundane, there comes a point where there really isn’t a point to posting the stuff except to say “Hey, look at me being picky about women.” I mean, come on! You haven’t exactly showed yourself worthy to pick that much . . .
BTW, I, for one, don’t much care about flat bums or nipple size or mouth size . . .
Geez, you people seem to be awfully hard on Jebus. I’m going to risk alienation by saying I agree wholeheartedly with him. If a woman wants to be blessed with my attention, she must not have a flat bum, sharp nipples, big mouth, oversized feet, large hands, too tall, too short, not too fat, not too many muscles, small hips, point fingernails, capped teeth, dyed hair, wear glasses or contacts, too independent, too clingy, and definitely must be smart, but not smarter than me.
Gee, wonder why I’m single.
BTW - the above message was tongue-in-cheek. Please do not skin me alive.
I hate really picky men. You see their single ads all the time.
I’m looking for a 112 lb single white female, blonde, no kids, medium length hair, perky tits, small feet, enjoys bungee jumping, listening to Garth Brooks and Dr. Dre.
Then they wonder why no one answers their ads…
I love men who have a very specific idea of what they want in a woman. It guarantees that they will never find one for whom they will settle, which means they’ll never have the chance to pass on those nasty misogynistic genes.
One should never elevate a preference for a specific physical type to the level of a standard. Standards are go-nogo indicators of what you will and will not accept in a potential mate. Example follows:
[ul]**1) Is the person of interest (POI) the required sex? [Note – this first standard is optional for some people.][list]a) Yes – Proceed to step 2.
b) No – Act like you thought POI was an old college buddy or something. Get away gracefully, if possible.[/ul]
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Is POI a knife-wielding homicidal maniac?[ul]a) Yes – get as far away as possible. Call the cops if necessary.
b) no – proceed to standard #3.[/ul] -
Is POI confident, smart, kind, and respectful?[ul]a) Yes – proceed with flirting.
b)No – Make excuses and continue looking elsewhere.**[/ul][/list]
Preferences, on the other hand, are optional. I like large-breasted, long-haired red-headed women who are rather tall. Every one of those preferences can and should fall by the wayside if my standards are met. Smart, confident, a sincere interest in me as a person – these all go a long way towards making a person who doesn’t suit my preferences more attractive and desireable. Hopefully, it works both ways, since I myself resemble the ‘before’ picture in an ad for fitness equipment.
By putting physical appearance above other considerations, the “woman of your dreams” could turn out to be the Psychopathic Emasculating Witch from Hell™*. You’d also risk overlooking your ultimate soul-mate because she doesn’t look like you thought she would. Life is kind of unpredictable. You have to learn to appreciate the things that aren’t your first choice because once you get to know them, they might become your first choice. Or your only alternative.
I know a guy who doesn’t get dates because he doesn’t like women who listen to country & western music (around here, it’s thought to be the only kind), who are taller or much shorter than he is (he isn’t short, but he isn’t very tall either), whose breasts don’t look a certain way, etc. (It’s a very long list). Guess what – he don’t get laid. I’ll bet the next woman he hooks up with will find life with him a living hell, but that’s another matter.
~~Baloo
*I just like the sound of it. That’s why it’s bold.
God, you made me laugh with that one…
Ooops. You’re not God. Close enough, I s’pose.
I personally hate people who judge others based on appearences. I was treated that way for years. Being a bloated, trollish child was bad enough without being punched in the stomach for it. But I’m over it. It no longer haunts my every waking moment… I don’t have nightmares about the time I was raked with a brand of thorns… or hit with a chair… excuse me, I have to calibrate the doomsday device.