What To Look For In A WomanbyEgmont Grigor©
Gerald and I are leaning on my beat-up Chevvy talking the usual thing most people talk about when relaxed and enjoying the cooling evening sucking a bottle of Mountain Spring Guaranteed Pure Aqua. The conversation is babes.
"Tom, what do you look for in a babe?" he asks.
Personal questions always rattle me, compelling me to lie. But this here is different as Gerald is a great buddy. So I palm my stubble and as the three-day growth on my chin drives into the skin of my hand, stimulating blood flow, I'm prompted to answer profoundly:
"Gerald, first I check that she'd really there."
"That's she'd not just the mirage come to tease a horny old guy like me."
Gerald takes another swig of water, thinking about that. He's not bothered to stimulate the blood flow to get his 42-old-mind into rapid response mode. But we have all day, as it's just on dusk.
My brain is two year's older than Gerald's and as I began masturbating two years later than he did. The result of that delay in wanking means I've got a brain equivalent to his: 42 years old.
Out here where the life passes slowly and the most exciting thing of the week is a provocative drifting rain cloud, a guy gets ample time to work out such things logically. Now, where was I? Oh, right!
"Well, Gerald, a priority is good feet, otherwise she might not manage to walk within my range of vision in order to win my assessment.
"Knees are important, too. They must be knobbly to keep her thighs apart permanently.
"I look to see if the thighs are free of warts, pimples and other guy's teeth marks. These days with babes usually only doing what they like doing best, which is talking, thighs arrive in pretty good shape."
Gerald looks up for a rain cloud but the cussed things are so difficult to see in the dark.
"Yeah, so it's thighs, is it?"
"No, be patient buddy. Babes have many other attributes to consider, too many really. Let's go up top to hair.
"Babes worthy of catching your eye must have hair. If they don't, then I turn away. That's fair enough, isn't it?"
Gerald said he was right with me on that one. Chicks need to have hair, plenty of it including down below and under their arms.
"Then there's the nose."
"The nose, huh?" commented Gerald thoughtfully. "I've never heard anyone who's got a thing going for the nose. What can you do with that?"
"Babes need to be born with rounded flat noses so when they grow up there's no sharp point to poke into you or extra height to reduce intake when you're engaged in a sixty-nine."
"Right," says Gerald quite stunned. "I've never heard anyone else mentioned that, yet obviously it's something that can interfere with a guy's sex life. I guess it pays to look at the grandmothers for a reliable indication of bloodlines, you know, just as we do with…"
"Buddy, don't you dare say cows. You know that's why you don't get your share; you think uncharitable thoughts when it comes to women. They can feel it, you know."
"I know," sulks Gerald. I haven't had one feel it for almost three weeks."
"Buddy, you're in the throes of going through a drought. I'd visit the whorehouse tonight, if I were you."
"But you're not, so I can't," replies Gerald in his complex way of thinking.
"Eyes are important as they give an indication of when she's about to orgasm should she have a confusing breathing problem. She might have asthma or dust at the back of her throat now mixed with a wad of whatever from oral administration."
"What's that buddy?"
"Adultspeak for cock-sucking."
"Oh, this high-tech way with words these days has left me a little behind the eight ball."
"You know someone with eight balls?"
"I don't know. What makes you ask?"
"Moving on, the mouth needs to be small but flexible – small to cut down the flow of mindless talk, flexible so it stretches into the right shape of 'O'.
"Is that important?"
"Very Gerald. It's a replica of the shape of your mouth when you're sucking right up the neck of a water bottle trying to get the very last drop."
"That's an 'O'? Oh yeah!"
"Gerald, it matters also that fine breeding has produced a fine jaw for her. A woman with a glass jaw is next to useless."
"Don't know what you're talking about, buddy, but as you speak with authority I hear you."
"Good, I look for a belly button shaped like a keyhole. I realise that's hard to find but I love continuing the search for one."
"Why keyhole shape?"
I slap Gerald on the back and say, "Because I'm quirky GG, because I'm quirky."
I continue to answer Gerald's question.
"Gerald, typical of women being difficult becomes amply apparent when they first come under your gaze walking towards you. There you are trying to bestow on them the best rating possible and they don't co-operate."
"Really, what's the worst example of that?"
"They walk towards you without showing their ass."
"Man, you're got that right. I've never realised it before, but I can now picture it with perfect 20-20 vision. Women are so damn uncooperative, aren't they!"
"A fine ass is important, Gerald as it's got to take the weight of two people, doesn't it?
"You mean the dame and the baby from your deposit?"
"Something like that Gerald. Well, that's about it, buddy. Really lovely night, I do declare. No sign of rain again and people in Heaven looking down on us wondering why the fuck we're still out here jawing."
Fifteen minutes pass.
"Spill it, Gerald."
"You didn't mention tits on your assessment. Are boobs or breasts, call them what you like, the thing you look for most in a chick?"
"What are they, Gerald?"