BambiDoll wrote: Check out this article on what the "perfect" man supposedly looks like according to men and women. I do think it's flawed biased research, since it was carried out by a UK clothing company called Jacamo, who produce clothes for larger men:
http://hellogiggles.com/perfect-man-study/
I read the article. I think your right about it being flawed research. (or just a fluffy bit of writing to make insecure men feel a bit more hopeful?) The photos, and the way they took the different traits, like hair,face and body build and photo-shopped them together, just made both the ideal man and the less desirable man both look ridiculously fake to me. I don't think I would have been a good test subject for that study.
Currently I have a serious lust for my next-door neighbor's husband, I've known his wife for years, he is just new to me. So maybe there is something about the so called 'boy next door' thing. However he also just happens to share some of the physical traits of my dead husband. (the one's I can see anyways; body shape and weight, height, eyes, hair, ect.) Someone you see almost every day in passing actually seems to get more attractive with the passage of time or the amount of gin and tonic. :P I went out on his boat only 1 time alone with him, and decided right then and there, I had better not do that ever again.
Thankyou
Princesslizzie. Your story of embarrassment is exactly what I had hoped this thread could be. With discussion of course too.
In that spirit, I'll tell you something I hate to see that directly relates to my own personal modesty.
I hate seeing only one parking space left. (???)
Why you might ask?
Here is a real life story that happens nearly daily for me.
I have a very low to the ground American made sports/race car. I also wear very short skirts most of the time. Now imagine this:
I pull into the last parking spot left, and a group of men are waiting and talking to friends and smoking, while girlfriends are shopping.
The car alone sets every mans eyes on it. It is a classic that has been modified* and everywhere I go with it, men drool over the car, at first sight.
To get out of my car, is a real challenge for me, with very long legs. I must spread my legs quite wide to be able to stand up.
The skirts often rise too, if they are not very stretchy.
When it is the last parking spot, and there is men just hanging out like that, I must be embarrassed, to go shopping too. Eyes turn from the tires and car they are already excited to see, directly to my exposed crotch, and hopefully I decided to wear panties that day. (I sometimes don't bother, if I'm just staying at home that day, and just need something quickly in town)
Men will think they hit the jackpot of visual fun, at my expense.
I hate seeing that. Laughter, and comments, that I can often hear, totally sets a natural blush on my cheeks. I usually try to find a parking spot as far away from the shops door as possible.
*My car was built to get attention. It has a light bar too, like the police use in my area.
It is so unique, that the immigrant community at first fears it. To see someone dressed like a prostitute step out of it, is TRUE shock and awe for them to see....... I've emptied out Mexican restaurants, just by pulling into a parking space. They seem to fear anything that looks like a very fancy police car.
( A culture of governmental corruption in their native country? Perhaps)
It is actually quite amusing to me when I see that. What can I say, I don't do it on purpose,
I just love eating Mexican Food while on road trips. I get truly amazing service, and food. I have the physical traits Mexican men desire and Mexican women wish they had. I don't say that as vanity, ether. 6 feet tall, with very long blond hair and green eyes. They all just stop whatever they are doing and stare at me. I later learned that it is actually sort of religious for them to see a person like me. I learned this from my grounds-keepers wife, who often comes with him to work. She loves my home, and I welcome her too to share my gardens. She also loves to see what new outfit I might choose for the hour. I wish I could give her some of my clothes but alas; they never really fit a 4 foot 10 inch woman quite the same. One of my skirts looks like a knee-high dress on her.
I totally love that woman !!! She follows me around and is always smiling. She has sort of become a wonderful companion for me, and is always welcome in my home. She doesn't speak any English so we only communicate by doing things around the house, together... God works in mysterious ways. Her husband helps to translate her thoughts to me. This is how I learned about her religious views about my appearance. She seriously thinks I am an angel.
I gave her instead some land to grow anything she wanted too. Her garden is perfectly tended, and so beautiful, I walk by it every day, because it is so perfect. She treats the land like a temple, because I gave her my blessing to grow food on it for her family.
I wished I had the same skills as her with my own personal weed infested garden I try to grow every year, personally.
My point being: That she is beautiful too, not only in physical appearance, but an inner beauty that shines into the eyes of the person who sees her beauty nearly every day.
( I drifted off into a longer story than I intended to share.
I hate seeing that, but I couldn't help myself. It is just a story about my life and personal growth that is inspired by truly beautiful people.)
28.07.2015 03:00:27
get yours in General Discussion!! xoxo 
