Flawed men.

I know I've posted more than my share about how beauty standards for women are stupid and unfair, and they are, but as a conventionally unbeautiful woman it's kind of self-serving for me to attack those standards. It would suit me just fine if every Bond girl and billboard model and porn actress was a fat redhead in steel-toe boots.

But I feel the same way about men. I don't think all men are beautiful, but there's a lot of supposed "flaws" I can only find endearing. The biggest being a soft tummy. I've been with a man with a rock-hard six-pack, and... bleh, it was hard! That doesn't make a good pillow at all! And I honestly think that a soft and pudgy tummy is cute as hell.

I'm pretty forgiving of body hair in both directions, too. Some guys grow a fur pelt and some guys are near-hairless, and I can't say that either's a turn-off.

Muscles, other than the six-pack, are nice if they're there, but skinny arms aren't some sort of disqualifier. A guy with a cute face and skinny arms is just fine.

And if I really, really, really like a guy's personality, everything goes by the wayside. If I think Ryan is a funny and charming and sweet guy, I'll probably start to see Ryan's man-boobs or weird scar as "just the way Ryan looks," rather than as a flaw off the Ideal Man. I'm not trying to be PC, my attraction isn't under my conscious control, but when I really like a guy I don't just forgive his appearance, I really start to like it.



(Mission Get A Really Awkward Post Off The Top Of The Blog has succeeded, sir.)