A failed attempt at a meta-joke. I already submitted my contribution earlier, but I think Inner Stickler may have just won the thread.
D’oh! :smack:
Yeah, you womenfolk with your low self-esteem are pretty much like that.
Eyes, hair, shoulders, whether his clothes fit. Dark hair and light eyes, please. Spectacles optional.
In the case of my husband, though, the first thing I noticed was the large inflatable parrot he had on his shoulder…
Seriously, though, I find it really hard to relate to this “what women want” genre of The Internet. I have received enough messages from society that I am not a “typical woman” over the course of my life, to really ponder this. All I can see is that a “typical woman” is heavily de-valued by society, though, so I never really bothered to be offended.
Thighs. Thighs. Thighs. First time I met my husband, he was wearing shorts–and I mean they were short. As soon as I saw him I said, “Yup, those thighs are gonna be MINE.” 25 years later, they still are, and goddamn, I still love 'em.