Wednesday 11th December
I am five foot nine and consider myself average or slightly more than in other dimensions (every man likes to think they are slightly larger than average). I have had some complimentary comments although where the desire to massage my ego and telling the truth meet is hard to determine. Suffice it to say I am probably in a median range of acceptability.
Females whether they acknowledge it or not are undoubtedly driven when choosing a partner (and believe me, it is they who choose) by size. A strong healthy man should produce strong healthy babies; it is as simple as that. In the grand selection race that is courtship those lucky enough to bag the strongest and best-looking men walk off the field victorious. Those left, who may be a bit overweight or plain or just not oozing sex appeal have to choose from the lesser specimens left behind or rejected by the super-fit in the evolutionary race – the short, the fat, the plain ugly. And yet strangely enough most get by, get partners and lead a happy life. It is really only in this initial teenage and beyond courtship that size, good looks, etc. really count.
Men do notice women’s tits, but also their faces, their eyes, their lips their legs and their hands. But as I said it is really the women who do the choosing. Rejected men simply shrug their shoulders and move on to the next possibly available one. It is the same with internet dating, the new form of courtship. Women actually read the profiles, measuring and contemplating which one to choose. Men are just grateful to get a wink from anyone.
And in our first impressions of people we meet size really still is important. No woman wants a man shorter than her; a nice pair of puppies to be unleashed is always a turn on; no-one except a very small group of unusual men chooses grossly overweight people. Some chemistry has to be there, something has to click, even if it is just the imagined size of the specimen in front of them.