I know why I like someone, and having them admire me is actually a turn-off. The women I have loved were sure of themselves and hauntingly beautiful. The latest and greatest was tall and thin. Her breasts stuck out perpendicular to her chest. Until I actually saw them, I never knew they were there. She had a very small butt. Her posture and grace was that of a Russian ballerina. When she walked in the room, my heart dropped. I couldn’t tell what she was thinking. I did not impress her. We lasted about six months. I was too infatuated for her to care. Now she is gone.