I hear you. When you see that, esp. when the man is devoted to her and apparently very much in love, people scratch their heads, and go to look up Schroedinger's cat in a box experiment on google to make sense of it.

I have seen three instances of such couples. A man, tall, very strongly built, but slim, big bones, signewie muscles, all hair on his head, and a deep baritone, deep tan, lived in a huge old farmhouse in the outskirts of town, handed down to him generations of his family. He was a stock broker or a real estate developer, or something.

He was so good looking, such a good cook, such a nice man, that you'd think he was gay.

But he wasn't. He dated a woman, who was squat, short, round, and a very, very nice person. She had spent her life in a career with the civil service, she was a very high ranking officer there. Better than assistant to a minister, or something. She made policy, which is a mysterious thing to do at a job, but she commanded an army of statisticians, policy analysts, political scientists, and the like.

They got married. Then they skipped town.

We all met at a Bridge club.

You did not know what to say when you saw them. He was head over heals into her, and she took it gracefully and like a lady.

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So all you good looking, tall, erudite, high-echelon, high-borne, power-player, gubernatorial, classy, smart, intelligent, very rich women, take note please of the above, and then take a good, hard, long look at me again.

Ha. Damn right you are :) Maybe this explains why the guy I'm now dating, always thought he was "out of my league". I'm slim, he's chubby. My friends constantly were telling me how he had a huge crush on me, but would never ask me, for fear that I'd reject him for his weight, but here's the clinch, he is a sweet man. And I don't say that lightly or about just anyone. A sweet, caring guy, will always outweigh the "beautiful" men. So no worries. Sweet men will always have more of a chance.

It's really disheartening for a man to hear a woman say, "I don't get caught up onthe small stuff" when you are standing stark naked right in front of her.

But that's just me.

Been meaning to tell you for some time but this has me finally saying it...wux, you are one of the funniest guys on here, always love your posts. Thanks for the smiles and giggles.


As for mis matched types, ever heard of BMW? Big Maine Woman. Lots of them and as far as I have noticed many, many BMW's are happily paired with tall slender guys who seem content as puppies. On the other hand, my bony self hasn't been noticed that I have noticed in the 3 years I have lived here. Makes me wonder if preferences are also somewhat geographic?

You don't have to understand it but everyone has right to their preferences. They may be unrealistic but that's their problem, not yours.

thanks for your imput. I understand that we all have preferences and I don't consider it "my" problem, I'm just wondering what them thought process is. Thanks for you concern. LMAO.!!

You`re right. I seen some 'Murder She Wrote' episodes, and what you say is well documented in that series.

It is clear to the viewer of that series that Maine women also dislike wealth, pretentiousness, good spelling, and they like the old aging ex-B movie actor look in men.

I saw this bad movie once, with one good line in it. The daughter of the President`s 15-year-old daughter is kidnapped by some Hezzbolha rebels, taken to Syria. They don`t know who she really is. They are just honest, hard-working white slave trade workers.

She is incognito coz she died her hair red and curled it the day before the kidnapping.

The movie goes on and on, and at one point somebody says to the hero, 'you know, Stephen, I really would like to have a blonde woman.' Stephen replies, 'the whole world wants a blonde woman.'

So much for regional preferences.

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I used to go out to dances with a Jewish guy, he was really Jewish. He was torn between the holy sanctity of Jewish Hassidic life, and the free and unbridled adulteration of the goyim singles' world.

He told me he had gone to this house party of Jews. These were young people, unmarried, but in marriable age, all not Hassidic, but wearing the Yarmilka anyway. They all had glasses, curly short dark hair, and either big, or crumply noses. There were a large number of Rivkas and Rufkes there too, he went on, who were all bespectacled, dumpy, not too exciting.

He told me then that by mistake or by some divine osmosis a blonde woman showed up, from some nordic country. The guys went for her in unison, they each wanted to please her, they each vied for her attention. There was the room and it looked like this after a while: A few packets of small groups of Jewish single women with dark hair, and a huge conglomeration of a hub of Jewish single men, all surrounding the blonde.

The blonde said, at one point, 'Drat, I did not bring any cigarettes with me.' The guys almost went into a fistfight who should bring her some smokes, because they all wanted to. Three different guys went out, and came back in no time with her favourite brand. It was winter and Arthur, my friend, said they had their coke-bottle bottom glasses all fogged up, and their faces crumpled in a teeth-gnashing grin, it was so cold out.

The blonde woman then lit up a smoke, and this was at a time when smoking was not banned, but in relgious Jewish circles it was frowned upon as an excess. Religious Jews are like Babtists and other strict Christian faiths that try to deny earthly pleasures of the flock, calling them sinful. Except in Judaism sexuality is more of a source of pscyhological damages in the young and pubescent than among Christians.

So the lesson was... there was one blonde, amongst a sea of near-Hassidic Jews, and the Jewish guys forgot their religion, their race, their identity, because they, for the first time in their lives, probably, were in the same room with a sexually mature blonde grown-up woman.

Kinda sounds like you have a problem with it or at the very least, disagree. All I said was to each their own. It wasn't a shot at you personally.

Nice. Not all ladies share your view or understanding. But it is very good for men to understand that there are wonderful ladies like you who value character qualities.

i think everyone has their own taste god damn it!!!!!!

every one is attracted to different things

why would it bother you

who cares

do you care i like my men big

I dont care what you like

So true. What matters is that you are attracted to the person your with and they are attracted to you.

Hey! I'm a Maine woman and I detest poor spelling.

Everything else, though, is pretty much on the money. I used to think it was a fault in me that I was uncomfortable with the idea of rich men. I finally realized there was no law saying I had to want to be rich. Maybe it's the Indian in me.

Seamac, the idea is that Maine women need to be sturdy in order to (a) survive the winters (b) chop and bring in the wood and (c) drive the semi when their man is having back problems.

I dunno man. Seems you do have an issue with women who are "big". It's like you think that just because they are this size, they shouldn't turn down a guy because he is that same size too. What? Because you asked a few "bigger" girls out and they said "no", you think all bigger girls are this way? That they have an unrealistic expectation to date a guy who has a more slender body, you think they (because of there size) should date a guy of the same size? Get real man. Every woman I've been involved with has always been better than me in some way shape or form. I've dated girls who guys with six pack abs thought was out of my league. But you know something....that girl thought I was pretty darn awesome and chose me. What you need to do is check yo-self, get out there and show these ladies how awesome you are! Stop worrying about why this girl, or that girl won't date you. Worry about meeting the one who does. You may not get the girl you wanted. However, you may get that girl you overlooked who turns out to be cute and pretty damn awesome.

Oh. I take it then, that when a man in Maine is thinking about asking a girl's hand for marriage, he first kicks her in the shingles and listens intently for some bad prattle in her screams, looks under her hood to check for liquid levels, and takes her for a test drive in the snow and slush.

I also heard that the "Gail from Maine stays mainly in the plains". You are in Iowa now, or some prairie state, no?

Exactly. I am a very "Big Girl" And I don't let guys who have a probem with my size bother me. . . It's their loss. As for dating Their size is not as important to me as their personality.

Wux mah honey, this may be a cliché but a truism all the same....it’s not the size that count’s, it’s what you do with it that tends to leave a lasting impression

Many Big Men want small. thin women, so I think it works both ways.lol I myself, am not Big, but I am open to a Big man, if he has a nice personality and a real gentleman. We all have our preferences.

Well I think these standards go both ways, there are plenty of bald, chunky or ugly men who want a thin girl with long hair. There are a lot of old men who want younger women as well. To each their own I guess. The more you narrow your choices the longer you can be lonely. I'm saying to settle but if looks are the most important thing there people are missing out on some wonderful personalities and great catches.

Thanks indeedy :) That really made me smile. I just see no point in being with an a****** if they aren't willing to wait and see you for who you are. I'm very traditional. I always have been. I'm old-fashioned. Never really thought about being some other character to impress a man, as I'm career-driven. I guess that was always my first goal in life.