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True story:
Back in 86 I worked at Disneyland- specifically in outdoor vending.
One day they had me stuck out in a section of Frontierland on an ice-cream wagon in a section where nobody went. That section got virtually no foot traffic and why even put me there? Wow was it boooooooring. You gotta understand that other places- such as selling glowsticks in Tommorowland could have you mobbed!
So eventually a good looking blonde woman comes up and wants to chit-chat. Finally! Life!
We spend a while making mostly small talk. "Blah blah blah." "Blahbitty blah blah blah."
During the conversation I just had this funny feeling that I had seen her somewhere before and I just couldn't nail down where. She just looked familiar somehow.
She did ask me a ton of questions and that was all cool. Eventually, I got the idea to make at least some of the talk about her. I asked what she did for a living.
Her answer:
" I turn letters."
Then I recognized the face. She wasn't wearing the Hollywood level makeup. But still, the face, the hair... yeah... it was her...
As I said earlier, for me it's about all manner of things, and one thing can override another - sum of the parts and all that.
But thighs and natural curves in all places do get overlooked.
Whether our ability as humans to spot more of the varied shades of green or the paredolia of noticing faces in things, a hangover from the days of spotting predators in the grass. Or turtles laying their eggs on the shore so they hatch at EXACTLY the right time that the full moon comes up over the sea, and the little hatchlings follow the moon.
THat utterly floats my boat.
I tend to like a bit chuby woman, but also like breast and butt to be on the small size.
however I do like woman tall, with wide shoulders, and wide hips.. (stocky build) and thus more robust.. than the normal "tiny, slim, with long legs and small hips and shoulders) media wants you to like..
we call such woman "rubensvrouwen" from the painter rubens.. who painted volumpious woman.
but think a rough farmers daughter who likes her bacon
strong from the hard work.,, and tall as she eats well.. and comes from a healthy enviroment..
but also uncomplicated.. no shaving or make up or overly dressing up in sight...
I do like a bit of feistyness, and a sharp mind.. to hold an intelectual or religious conversation on a proper level.. a woman who has a sharp mind like that.. espcially if she also has a creative talent like playing violin or harp.. or writing poems or stories.. or painting or drawing.. while not needing or wanting shaving or fashing or make up.. is very attractive..
Booba is worthy of no less than three norse sagas, a whole series of books by great authors like William Shakespear, JRR Tolkien, Mark Twain, Anne McCaffrey, and several primetime TV shows and blockbuster Hollywood films.
vote: The breasts