Occasionally, I tend to feel a bit guilty when I openly express my refusal to date women with man faces, land whale figures, or sporting more outlandish tattoos than a gay biker at a Blue Oyster bar.
But there are times when I literally cannot look upon a woman beast, partly because I just had lunch and would really like to complete the digestive process if you don’t mind, thank you very much. Oy.
As if that wasn’t enough, I can’t even accept as beautiful what Hollywood and Glamour magazine considers beautiful. I mean, I can see that they’re pretty by society’s standards, but even when they’re pretty they’re just… ugly. Case in point: Sarah Jessica Parker. UGLY. Julia Roberts. UGLY. Even Scarlett Johansson can’t get my engine going. And don’t even get me started on Tiger Woods’ hos. Seriously, all that money and you can’t find better looking monkey sluts? FAIL.
Anyhoo, I guess what I’m saying here is that I have very particular tastes when it comes to looks, and it’s not something I can really convey into words. They either got it, or they don’t. Or maybe I don’t think they got it at first, but after enough interaction and watching them act all girlie and stuff, I realize they not only got it, but they got it in spades. Mmmm mmm MMMM. (And then of course, they go off to marry a biker.)
So, does that make me shallow? I’m pretty sure it does, but here’s why I’m ok with that: women are worse. MUCH worse.
Almost ALWAYS without exception, the first thing I see in any personal ad by any women from here to Zimbabwe is their requirement that a man must be at least fill-in-the-blank tall. They start out by demanding the one physical criteria that men have absolutely no flipping control over whatsoever. I seriously have to thank God I clocked in at an average height here, or I’d be screwed royally six ways from Sunday. Even then I’m not tall enough to meet the standards of a significant amount of women.
And of course, women will also objectify men based on his looks, status, intelligence, earning power, the kind of shoes he wears and the car he drives. Yep, all things (with the possible exception of intelligence) that can truly define a man’s soul. Pffttt.
The irony of it all is that I’m actually ok with this too. We’re all disgustingly shallow beings here if we were to be completely honest with ourselves. And besides, it’s not without merit to judge a man according to his earning power for example (I make a crapload of money now by the way), just as it’s not without merit for me to expect that a woman should not look like the second coming of Jabba the Hut either.
I’m not stupid though. If I set a high bar for the women I meet, then I have to apply those same standards to myself as well. And if that means taking a shower more than once a week, well then… so be it. Better hygiene, better clothes, and possibly a medieval torture machine so I can stretch my height just a few inches more, yep, I’ll do all that and more if it makes her happy. :-D
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Well, speaking as a jabba the hut type myself, having standards isn’t a bad thing. You have to pick someone you can live with. Just as women need to pick someone who be able to care for them while they are raising children. (Yeah, yeah, the whole supermom thing aside, I think it is just better for the children to have mom at home with them. Quick lock me up for imposing stereotypes on women that way *gasp* Grow up ladies, it’s better for the children.)
Anyway, what I started out to say is that no one wants to live with someone who thinks they are fat and ugly, because that gets old really fast, even if, by society’s standards they are fat and ugly. Even the funniest and smartest people in the world want their spouse to find them attractive.
This is why we see eye to eye. I am just as shallow as you. ;)
Number one, you’re not a Jabba the Hut. Number two, it’s true, I don’t want to wake up next to somebody whose face makes me gag on my spit. Some people do though, including a coworker of mine, who just seem to marry out of convenience more than anything else. I notice he has pics of his daughter all over his desk, but not a single one of his wife. Heh.
Beauty is relative though. I’ve been attracted to most shapes and sizes and different hair colors, so the onyly constant it seems is the face it’s the face that draws me in. If she has a beautiful face that I could just gaze all day long at like a beautiful painting, then it’s a short hop from there to falling hopelessly in love. :)
I have to agree with you on all accounts. Despite what people say, there has to be some sort of physical chemistry between two people in order for the relationship to work. Keep your standards, there is someone out there that fits them.
Maybe, I’m not so sure though. I think that’s why many people just settle, rather than live a lifetime alone.
The problem with settling is that you always know in the back of your mind that you have settled, and those things that you have settled on will, in the long run, end up being the demise to the relationship. Its just something that I had to learn from experience with my failed marriage. I would much rather live out the rest of my days alone, than settle and be unhappy for the rest of it. Just my 2 cents.
That’s my view too, I’m just fortunate enough to come to terms with this before delving into a marriage. I’d like to get it right the first time. :-D
And I commend you on that. Me, I caved in on family pressures. I was raised that a girl grows up, gets married, and make babies. So that is what my plan was. When my 5 year relationship with my high school sweetheart fell apart, on settled on the first guy that came along. Got married, made babies and was truly unhappy. Needless to say, I became the black sheep in the family when I was the first to get a divorce, but I am sooooo much happier and better off for it. The only good thing that came out of the whole experience is the 3 great kids that I have :)
Kids are always the saving grace. :-D Although my mother would tell you otherwise in my case. LOL
Some of us prefer to think of it as choosing a spouse and embracing all of their quirks. Thinking of such a choice as “settling” is the first sign that it’s not a good match. Not criticizing Tina-Marie, just advising you, Mr. Adams, that if you find yourself thinking in terms of “settling” rather than “choosing” you need to back up and re-evaluate. Perfect and perfect for me are two different terms. Your wife should be someone who can draw a “line in the sand” when you are about to do something less than worthy of her husband. :)
Quirks I can accept. Full blown neurosis is another story.
Methinks you wrote this after our li’l conversation about an anorexic looking slore who shall remain nameless for stalking purposes. So tell me, poopsie, you’d much rather wake up next to me than that other girl’s pic I showed you, riiight?
Sure, but that’s not saying much. I’d rather wake up next to Godzilla too rather than that broad. :)
It’s better to be picky.I have an image in my mind of the man I want,so I tend to not look further than my mind.Women do the samething men do even though some deny it.The bar was raised to the outer limits when I was 19 and it’s been up there ever since.It’s worth waiting.Don’t rationalize someone into your life that you don’t want.Best of luck,Cheers! Miss Piggy :)
Thanks Ame, I’d only say don’t rule out anyone if they don’t fit your image of the perfect man, like say ruling a guy out because he has the wrong eye color. You never know. There were times when I wasn’t immediately attracted to a girl, only to wind up crshing majorly on her down the road as I got to know her better. Of course, every time that’s happened she would break my heart anyway. Ah well!