I was sitting at the tram stop at RMIT. Ok, There were plenty of trams I could catch home, but I just sat for a while, judging people. Yes, yes, no, no, yes, maybe, perhaps on a desperate night. It only happened a couple of times, where I said to myself, oh yes, oh yes, please. Take me, marry me. I want to have your babies. One of my school teachers once told me I had a good imagination. Not sure that I am putting it to good use. I didn't leave women out either. The highest compliment I could pay would be that, she looks interesting. My judging of men is much more base.
I think that while in this world there are some stunning looking people, ninety percent or more are just average looking. I being among the very average looking can take solace in the phrase, the bigger they are, the harder they fall. I never had far to fall and so looking older does not worry me overly much. Being too big around the girth does though but are skinny old men that appealing really? Oops, a blog mate's husband who we have met is older and I shall say he is trim and slim, not skinny.
It only remains for me to insert a picture of a good looking man and/or a woman, or both. I need to think about this. Personal taste is important but I don't really have personal taste in men so far as skin colour, blond or dark, hairy or smooth or whatever.
Ok, I lie. I like Latin looks. Smooth skinned and coffee coloured. Black haired and with a Spanish or Portuguese accent. Madonna has excellent taste in men. But really, I like a lot of looks, from cute blonde to punks, to Asian guys, to (get your dictionary out) scallies. Oh, and then there are African Americans with huge appetites and huge.....whatever. Imagine being 'bothered' by them in the middle of the night, constantly. Stereotypical yes, but a nice thought.
That is all quite instinctive, but what about women? I become much less superficial and look for quality but still attractive.