How much does physical appearance matter to you in a partner?

5/7/2014

“Very pretty. Too pretty. You should be with a person
who's just good-looking enough to turn you on. Any
excess brings problems. She was much prettier than I needed.”
Defending Your Life 1991

The Beast must have his Beauty… the rub I believe is I
was no prince before and I am unsure what I will become should
I capture my fair beauty’s heart. I have often said that
while other boys chase fireflies, I pursue angels but in
truth what makes her an angel?

This cannot be simply expressed in the realm of the physical
though I have made attempts to do so considering as though
I was any other fellow that I had a type. Even if I were to delve
into the features I find unbecoming, most of them would
come from experience and not strictly in the physical sense
of the individual or a group of individuals. Let it be known
than I am quite finicky… okay damn right shallow when
it comes to the physical appearance of my lover but in my
mind an eight in looks with the mind of a ten , will trump
a perfect ten with no brain.

A girl is both a novel and a notebook in my eyes… this is
the greatest praise I can give being a man of words.

“Don’t judge a book by its cover” is a theory I prescribe
to but like the religious I will happily ignore albeit it
to a certain extent. A pretty girl, a young woman, catches
my eye, how dare we be fools to imagine reality as thus but
that does not mean I go around falling in love with would
be pornstars. I see what I see but the mind wishes to know,
the heart in its sincerity hopes to believe that my love
is more than meets the eye.

This leads to the notebook, should I know her and believe
in her I have no precedence learnings in the concept of being
loved, making love, or having love so indeed I would be writing
a new story. A girl blessed with the knowledge “I Don’t
Know How To Love Him” would indeed be quite wise,
yet she must also be Dauntless under my tutelage
for I would instruct her as such.

I have spent many a sad hour in pursuit of simple beauty,
a singularity in such complexities as love but if I were
to give love a shell, a somewhat physical form, an actual
face, what rather than whom would she be?

“Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder” Plato


To sound somewhat as a Disney character… I have always
had a thing for brunettes (Katniss Everdeen, Anastasia
Steele, Ayana Fujisawa), brownish red (Ellie), dirty
blonde (Tris, Mia Rose}, blonde (Fiona Belli, Ashley Graham,
Sarah, Jennifer Lawrence) dark black hair (Zoey Sandin,
Sofia Kasuli) and multiple colors (Hentai) also keep in
mind this is a rather small list I could go on for an inordinate
amount of time. I would be remised if I denied my leanings
towards impressive cleavage but I would much rather have
an angelic face, or in accordance with my list maybe a better
way to acknowledge this factoid would be an, “Angel
With A Shotgun”.

“Legs are for men's pleasure, breasts are for babies”
Lib McGovern

I have always preferred Caucasian women, a close second
being Asians, I loved a Bourica princess once, but for an
African American woman to capture my eye… a blessing
or a curse I wonder, beauty wise I have no opinion because
experience with them has been so incorrigible that even
if she were a goddess I would not be interested in knowing
her as a person. Not out of the realm of possibility but all
other women are angels that I ask to fall so I may catch them,
African American women… well that’s more a reach;
take it how you will.

Again I understand the question of physical appearance
but in all honesty there are simply too many factors to be
weighed and measured and so my love is found wanting, as
am I. To continue down this tangent I will point out I’m
into petite to average… as skinny as I am honestly it makes
sense and I am short somewhat not that I mind girls with high
heels. Age is but a number but experience dictates anywhere
from eighteen to twenty-eight, the life I never had and
not older than me.

The look of love…curiouser and curiouser.