You see, the problem in having "beautiful" as your benchmark in seeking romance is that it's limitless. You will never come into the most beautiful woman, You can only come into the most beautiful woman FOR YOU, depending on you. General standards die where the individual begins.
That is why as you grow older, standards shift. Hence, "I ain't got no type". Superficiality loses meaning. "Beautiful" will indeed attract, but we are kept by much more. For instance, I've always preferred taller women, like my mom, but somehow always ended up with short ones.
Because when it came down to it, their height's significance paled in comparison to their minds & spirits. The more I grew to know them, the more the world's standards lost meaning. It felt like home. And it was beautiful. I took the world out of it, and inserted me.
That is why nudity has no hold on me. A woman in a maxi dress appeals more to me than one in a bikini. I am a covered up man, I want a covered up woman: A woman for me. Granted, there are men who dress up for the world, they'll find a home in the done up woman. I'll find hell.
As soon as you center you, you sieve accordingly. General beauty standards are too linear to define beauty. You will agree that your moms are beautiful (despite the fact that they possibly contravene the world's beauty standards). They are still beautiful to you.
And you would die defending it. Because their beauty transcends the physical realm. Would you marry a woman like your mother? Most will say yes. All superficiality thrown aside. Because you have grown to love them. Their beauty served YOU best. And that is true for all women.
Your father, with Vanessa Williams, would not be as complete as he is with your mother. The key is in knowing you, that you might not play Russian roulette in spousal selection. You will not get what you need until you define what you are.
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