See I love you jough
Oh yeah, you say that
now, but I sleep with just
one of your friends and you get all huffy with me.
1) you do not tollerate bullshit
I don't tolerate bullshit either. Or typos.

2) you love women in their lingerie, not matter what their size.
Well, within reason. I mean, as a man of gravity I know better than to wear things like speedos or pretty much anything tight fitting. And I expect women of gravity to know where those limits are too, because limits are important.
However, I think my previous point was that women can be sexy no matter what their shape or, um, form. And really, any time a woman whose company you find even vaguely enjoyable trots out in the lingerie
for your pleasure I don't see how anyone could complain about such a thing.
I'm not such a huge fan of lingerie as it'll just get ripped off before the action starts anyway (seriously - who was the first jaded man for whom total female nudity wasn't good enough? I ask you!) but I know enough to appreciate it vocally when a woman goes out of her way to play dress up and show an active interest in our sex life.
Did I just reply waaaaaaaay too much to that point?
Anyway, I get mega crushes on literate women with a sense of humour and a forgiving nature (it's a requirement of any potential mate, as otherwise the relationship won't last very long) and lingerie is really immaterial.
Also, speaking of women of "average" builds, has anyone seen the Dove ads with regular looking women (not airbrushed ridiculously skinny models) in their underwear? They are about the hottest fuck*ng billboards I've ever seen.
Also, gentlemen, have you noticed that the Playboy Playmates tend to never be very pretty? They're all big haired and big titted, but dang, Hef and I sure do have differing opinions of beauty.
Okay, I'm rambling because I should be sleeping. But 3AM is still an hour too early for me to go to bed (not really, but I've been going to bed later and later but tomorrow I have to get up early to take care of some things).
Okay, seriously, that's it. Oh wait, there's a little more.
I always remember these two things, and this is why I make TOUAMB my message board home. Maximum cuddles and bon frotage to you, daddy.
Not that I have a Lolita fetish or anything (well, I guess I do adore the Nabokov novel) but it's hell of hot to be called "daddy" like that. But it's hell of cheesy to refer to oneself as "daddy" as in "Who's your daddy?" Yeah. Ultimate cuddles right back atcha.
Must sleep if I'm to function tomorrow/today.
Goodnight, women of all sizes wearing all sorts of things everywhere.