Real Women Have Curves

I hadn't thought about this in a while, but comments made by some men I recently overheard made me want to archive my thoughts on the subject.

Whilst conducting my solo afternoon repast at a popular and trendy lunch spot last week (most of their food sucks and is fit for miniscule herbivores; the soup, however, is great when it's cold outside), I chanced to overhear a group of men -- sotto voce -- offer their comments on a young blond woman who had just entered the establishment and joined the line to order.

Before we proceed with the comments, I should care to delineate the nature of both parties: the men, young, in their mid-to-late twenties and -- the woman -- in her early 30s, about 5'9" tall, with very long blond hair, attractively curled down to the small of her back, very thick and purposely, perfectly casual, with Revos, French-manicured white nails, pouty lips and -- in your writer's humble opinion -- rail thin.

This chick had no hips, no thighs, no calves, no breasts -- but was exquisitely tanned with, admittedly, beautiful hair. At her estimated 5'9" height, I would guess she weighed perhaps 100 or 105 pounds -- at most.

She was about as appealing -- to me -- as a 6-foot chunk of Douglas Fir, standard or better.

She did have, as I observed, veins throughout the exposed portions of her body: on her hands, on the tops of her feet, on her exposed arms. The cheeks on her face were drawn, with high and fashionable cheekbones, though she had no cheeks on her ass to speak of. When she turned her neck, vertical lines appeared under her prominent jaw.

She reminded me of a significantly-taller Holly Hunter whilst playing "Saving Grace." Check here:


The table of dudes oooh'd and aaaah'd over her overall approach. They whispered amongst themselves excitedly.

Frankly, she turned my stomach. If I wanted a living female example of Gray's Anatomy, or Bodies, The Exhibition -- then I'd choose her. Absent that, I couldn't be more repulsed.

I want my women with curves. And I submit this: the bulk of American Men want their women with curves as well.

Unfortunately, most American Women don't realize this and/or don't listen to what their men say.

Women are held to a Standard that WOMEN set for themselves -- not what MEN want.

Men DON'T want "Twiggy":


They don't want their women to look like Dachau survivors.

I am proud to say that all of my former girlfriends and wives weren't rails. They were actual women and exhibited their womanly traits. They were the prototypes of their gender, to their credit. No matter what they think of me or me of them, I cannot dispute that they were more "woman" than the bulk of their peers. They were and are exceptional.

Again, no matter what they think of me.

My wife is no less.

She and my former girlfriends/wife possess the Classic Hourglass Figure.

I loved them and adored them because of it. I didn't try to remake them. I accepted them then and now for who they were/are/shall be.

No one is perfect. Least of all me.

But the "ideal" that is promulgated by American and Euro Media? That is a standard that can't be matched by mortal humans. Which results in skewed anticipations on both sides of the aisle.

I love my women with curves.

Real Men want Real Women with curves.

Plain and simple.

BZ