So this Paris-based fitness blogger (no, I don’t know what that is either) decided to give us two views of herself — as men might see her and as she does. Here’s the object in question:
Here’s what I see: a reasonably-pretty woman, decent boobage (the bra doesn’t help), with the bandy legs and slightly large nose of the typical Parisienne. In a stone-cold sober state, I’d rank her somewhat above average: about a 7, maybe a 7.5 if she cleans up nicely. If she has a sexy walk or carries herself with confidence, she’s a definite 8, and I’d wager that most men would happily ask her out on a date.
Here, however, is the comparison she draws:
Good grief. This just goes to prove that there’s no fiercer critic of a woman’s body than the owner thereof.
Suddenly, she’s a lot less attractive. Ladies, take note: self-hatred is not sexy.
And if Miss Aubery is just doing this to attract attention to herself — what’s known today, cruelly, as “attention-whoring” — to build up her self-esteem, then that’s even less attractive.
Ladies,
We men love it when you get “dressed to the nines” to go out with us. We love it because you look fantastic, and we love even more that you think we are worth the effort. That said, in the end we are simple creatures, and there are only two critical things to remember–
1) Arrive naked.
2) Bring beer.
Well, I prefer nearly naked, personally.
Having been married to two very nice looking women, sequentially, at the end of my first marriage of over 20 years I thought this might be good advice:
If you wanna be happy for the rest of your life
Never make a pretty woman your wife
So from my personal point of view
Get an ugly girl to marry you
Then I married my second wife, incredibly nice looking lady, and we have had a most happy life for over 25 years as we are getting old and wrinkly. I would suggest that the whole person is what counts and a woman who is happy with herself and the way she looks makes a wonderful companion.
30 years ago I married a 4′ 7″, 80 lbs. blond bombshell who was well endowed in all the right places.
What others may see today is a little 57 year old lady that’s getting on in years. What I see is that 4′ 7″ blond bombshell that I married 30 years ago. And I remind her of it every day.
JEM,
No truer words were ever spoken.
One of the best girlfriends I ever had was not, on an absolute scale, pretty. Cute, at best. But when she walked into a room, she OWNED IT. She had presence, she knew it, and she used it.
What a woman she was!
Looks count, but personality is essential for anything beyond temporary infatuation. Character, too. Miss Ann Average can do quite well with a good wardrobe and a kind disposition.
I still see the woman I married 26 yrs ago. She thinks I’m a moron, but I’m her moron.