StG and I fit at least one of the criteria. Does in have to be both? No, you’d have said “Canadian women,” wouldn’t you?
Yum, thanks, Skald.
I can’t do that, because who a person is and how she carries herself matter more to me than your criteria. Is she confident? Is she funny? Is she comfortable in her body? These are what make a person attractive. Some notion of objective attractiveness eludes me. By your criteria only, I’d have to say “I don’t have enough information to know.”
Thou art correct.
Come now, Skald! Trying to stack the poll?
In the interest of fairness, I offer the following example of a soft-body woman.
I thought we had an agreement. You would not post pictures of that monstrosity, and in turn I would not feed you to the auks.
Very good.
Would you let them eat crackers in your bed?
What if you just saw a picture? Have you never found a person attractive just by seeing a picture?
I’m sorry, but I think you’re being, ah, deliberately uncooperative here. The question isn’t “Whom would you choose to marry/date/sleep with?” It is “Whom do you prefer to look at?” You can think a woman is good-looking without knowing anything about her personality or mind. And I’d say you can’t discern ANYTHING about her personality from a still photograph.
Why yes, I do intend to keep using the accusative/dative/objective/oblique form of the interrogative pronoun, why do you ask?
I’m no damned Canadian. But I’m a woman and I want dark chocolate cake with salted caramel frosting. (I don’t even know if there’s a recipe for such a thing, but it sounds great and Memphis is only a few hours from Nashville. You could have that cake here while it’s still my birthday.)
StG
How could there not be such a thing? There’s recipes for dark chocolate cake, and recipes for salted caramel frosting. It’s not like you’re making them in the same bowl at the same time. In fact I can’t see any reason to try to make the frosting except while the cake’s in the oven.
I have a very inclusive range of acceptance, but I do prefer curvy. And by curvy I mean “a few extra pounds” all the way to what a lot of people find “fat” and unattractive.
And babes, my number is… heh heh.
I voted “Six of one, half a dozen of the other”, but I lean pretty strongly toward soft. It is really more like “nine of one, three of the other”.
Perfectly said. I too like women with luscious curves, but don’t object to slender muscular ones either. Really, my problem is the inverse: would they like me?
Edit: salted caramel icing? Intriguing. Yes, I am Canadian, and yes, we say ‘icing’ instead of ‘frosting’.
Obligitory quote from Skin Deep
"Zach: You see, I truly love women.
Barney: Oh, I see.
Zach: I love everything about them, Barney. I love the way they feel, the way they smell, most of the time. I have to admit, I don’t like women with long, round toenails. But that is the only abrogation so far. And so far has been quite a while and quite a few.
Barney: Oh, that’s true.
Zach: I long for a meaningful, monogamous, healthy relationship. And I was sure I had it with Alex, but the truth is, Barney, in the deep dark silence of my considered conscience, where there’s just me and me, the unmitigated truth is, I want it all.
Barney: Hey, wanting is okay.
Zach: I want a loving, faithful, caring, caretaking wife, and I wanna make love to everything else in long skirts, with bare feet and ripe, juicy mouths. Little boy-girls with small firm breasts and tight asses. Rubensque round women with big Mother Earth breasts and green eyes. God! I could go on and on.
Barney: Don’t. I’m getting a hard-on.
Zach: Me too.
Soft. Definitely. I associate softness with femininity. And I’m the one with the hard body, the last thing I want is to have another hard body pressed against mine. My hardness against her softness is very appealing to me and quite the turn on.
Double post.
I like a woman with a little meat on her bones. ‘Pleasantly Plump’ for me, please!
Well, which is more beautiful…the Palace of Fine Arts, or the Fenriskjeften Mountains?
Two entirely different kinds of beauty, each with their own places, sets of standards, and applications. Impossible for me to choose, pitting one against another, with any sense of finality—I can only appreciate them as I encounter them.