I have been a little fussy on looks. The last two serious relationships I’ve been in were with exceptionally good looking women. The girl who broke my heart was stunning, with a catwalk model body (but sadly, batshit insane).
That said, the latest girl I had a thing with, when we first met, I thought to myself “what a shame she’s not hot”. Despite this, I now find her extremely alluring. And the previous fling was not conventionally attractive but drove me nuts sexually.
So I guess there’s an indefinable je ne sais quoi, which is very difficult to quantify.
Weight: from slim-with-curves to curvy (UK style curvy, that is). I do like a bit of a butt. Boobs: irrelevant. As long as they’re BOOBS! Hair: irrelevant. Skin tone: irrelevant. Height: irrelevant - the last three were shorter than me, the previous two taller. My ex wife is 4" taller than me, which meant I could never walk down the street with my arm round her shoulders, which was a shame.
But I guess, physicality aside, I tend to be drawn to very intelligent women with a bit of a wild past. Which doesn’t make for an easy life.
Filthy sense of humour essential.