She's A Brick S... House
When I lived in Philadelphia a million years ago I had an older Italian Cleaner named Alfredo. Alfredo was a slander handsome man about five feet in height. His wife, Isabella, was the size of A Brick S... House. They looked like an unbelievable mismatch to me, but they loved each other. They worked together at the Cleaner and I would sometimes see them affectionately touching and kissing each other.
Seeing them together taught me something about love. I realized that true love has nothing to do with the person's facade. A man might say: "I'm not sexually attracted to a woman built like A Brick S... House." A woman might say: "I'm not sexually attracted to a short balding guy." I say that until you've had sex with A Brick S... House or a little person, you might not know what you're missing.
Many of the most loving people in this world are not shaped like a man or woman going down a runway. What if you madly fall in love and marry a male or female model and a few years later that person becomes the physical opposite of the person you married - do you stop loving them? If so, than I say you never loved the person - you fell in love with their body.
My suggestion is that you put a person's physical attributes aside and have sex with someone you find interesting and has eyes that say: "I'm a sexual person." You just might have the best sex of your life and/or come to fall in love with this person's qualities which far outweigh the fact that:
She's A Brick S... House
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