Minutes from a Cafe

Yesterday, M and I are sitting in a local café waiting for the World Cup final to start. I've known M for 15 years and we're both very single and both feeling a bit of presure from the immidiate family (namely mothers) to start breeding and produce some offspring.
`Have you seen the new girl in accounts receivables?´ M asks sipping his beer and fingering his beer-mat.
`- You mean Claudia? The tall blonde with the long legs and the huge attributes? The Scandinavian cliché? ´
M nods in agreement `Yep - I was going to ask her out this week-end, but then I noticed that she's got short fingers so I backed off.´
I take a long sip of my Hoegaarden and think about that for a while ´WTF you mean, short fingers? She has all ten of them, right?´
M makes a funny grimace ´Yeah, it's just that her fingers are really short. It's a total turn off for me. I prefer them long and slender.´

We fall into silence and I start thinking. I don't recall ever rejecting a girl because she had short fingers. I've rejected women because I've found them generally unatractive or even skanky or because they've been obsessively yaking on about stupefying american reality shows. But never because they had short fingers...

Anyway, M's remark got me thinking. What kind of women do I really prefer, or more to the point, which ones I don't prefer? Limiting myself to looking only at apperance seems a bit shallow, but I guess that it's a good place to start. When it comes to body type, I must admint that I really don't like the "porno body" that some women likes to put on display. To me, overly large (fake) tits and a Lopez-style arse sometimes seems a bit vulgar, especially when put on display on purpose. In my experience a porno body is often a cover for a bunch of insecurities that I don't really want to deal with in bed or outside. Instead I prefer the 5.2 - 5.4ish petit women with a nice face and a naturally proportioned build.

But to be fair, It's not only the outside apperance that matters, is it? I mean, if that was my only criteria it would be pretty easy to find someone. So, this is where things gets complex. Ideally to be perfect (for me) she'd need something extra. Something that makes her more, a lot more, than just another pretty face. Like a classic education so that she'll know that Schumpeter is not Britney's latest fragrance, or a knowledge of foreign cultures so she better understands the context we're living in and dont' believe that the Malya people lives in Himalaya, or an independent personality that sets her apart from all the other pretty girls so she won't become boring 3 shags down the line. And, this is important, she has realized that the 80s was not the paramount of musical innovation, but she is still cool enough to give Wham a spin every 6 months.

Scary moment approching... I think this girl does not exist and I live in utopia, a single mans fantasy world where women comes pre-labeled in neat little boxes so you can pick and choose any flavour you like and just pay at the till thank you very much.

I guess that what makes women complex is me. Not the women. Women are probably pretty straight foreward to understand but all this thinking and rambling has clouded my mind making the real picture hard to see. Give me another 10 years and I've probably figured it all out. Or not.

JB