Tall is good. Very good. I want a girl I can look square in the eyes (I’m 6’ even). I want a girl that will look me right back without blinking. I want a girl that can stand up for herself, but is willing to let me look out for her anyway, one that can fight and win, but doesn’t resent me fighting for her. I want a girl that can handle deadly force without flinching, and doesn’t flinch when someone else has to use it. That’s sexy!
Hostile, aggressive, and spoiling for a fight is not sexy.
A girl with physical competance, able to turn a wrench, gut a fish, or climb a cliff, will have me in her power.
I want a girl with broad sholders and well-developed back, with a long waist and nice hips. Strong, solid, muscular legs are very sexy. And long hair. Very long hair. But she has to know what to do with that hair, not just put it up in a bun or leave it down in a ponytail or braid. A girl who can effortlessly turn 3 feet of hair into a dozen or more distinct looks has my admiration and lust.
A smart, self-confident woman, with the courage of her convictions, but open-minded enough to listen to countering opinions, and honest enough to admit when someone else has a better idea, that women has my attention!
Sundresses are sexy, but only a small percentage of women wear them well enough to fire my engines. A woman that can make a pair of Navy dungarees look good is sweet spice to me. A playful, confident, smart woman, not pushy or demanding, is wonderful.
Big, clear eyes and a 1000-watt smile conquer all else. The sexiest woman I’ve ever known had a smile you could feel through the back of your head.
My wife has almost all of these.