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I was born in the 1970s, but I grew up in the 1980s. That’s usually how it works; you “grow up” in the decade after you were born because you’re usually too young to remember anything during your birth decade.

During the late 70s and pretty much all of the 80s, the societal programming of the time taught men that what was attractive was women with big hairdos, blonde hair, long legs, and big tits. Not every sex symbol of the era had all of these things, but you could almost guarantee that every one of them had at least three out of the four. So many examples: Farrah Faucet, Lynda Carter, Dolly Parton, Heather Thomas, Ellen Barkin, Loni Anderson, Bo Derek, Madonna, Christie Brinkley, Heather Locklear, Raquel Welch, and so many others of that era. Big tits, big hair (which was usually blonde), and/or long legs.

The blonde hair and big tits societal programming definitely worked on me. While I’m attracted to lots of different types of women, including Asian women (more on why this is in a minute), my favorite kind of girl is the Barbie blonde with big boobs. I’ve also told the story about how I first started noticing blonde girls, especially short ones, when I was about 14 years old and how that archetype got wired into me as something sexually attractive, which is why the “long legs” aspect of the 1980s didn’t click with me (I like really short women, the shorter the better).

At my blogs I’ve also talked about (damn, I’ve covered a lot of ground at my blogs over the years) that once you really got into the 80s, like 1984 or so, societal programming started to teach people that in high school at least, the hot blonde girl is always the evil, stuck up cunt from hell and the nice, good girl you want to date and take home to mom is the cute-but-not-too-hot brown-haired girl-next-door. This trope in movies, especially teen movies, stuck to Western cinema like glue for almost 30 years. Parts of it persist even to this day.

This one absolutely did not work on me, for whatever reason. Since I was about 12 years old, whenever I saw any teen movie where the hot blonde was portrayed as the evil bitch, and there were/are truckloads of movies like this, I always wanted to date/marry/fuck the evil hot blonde and was almost always turned off and bored by the good-girl main character who the audience was supposed to sympathize with.

When I was 25 I very stupidly got monogamously married to a, say it with me, shorter blonde woman with big tits (and as a bonus, a big ass). I was very happy for about a year, living my little fantasy. But since 25 is way too young to have a girlfriend or a wife, and since long-term monogamy doesn’t work, I was divorced nine years later and, thank god, converted to Alpha Male 2.0.

The very first women I started going out on dates with were, yup, blonde women with big tits.

The first woman I had sex with after my divorce was, yup, a blonde woman with (very) big tits. Halleluiah.

The first woman I had a real relationship with during this time was a short blonde woman with a big ass.

Definitely a pattern forming here.

But then I started branching out a little. I started dating women with black or brown hair, and I liked it, as long as they were decently hot and had big boobs or a big ass.

Then I started experimenting with dating women as young as 18 or 19. Since (back then) it was harder to date women that age when you were much older, I couldn’t be too picky about things like hair color and chest size. So the first 18-year-old I had sex with had big tits (good) but short red hair (bad) and a small ass (bad). The second one had brown hair (bad), a flat chest (very bad), but a huge ass (very good). But hey, I was quite happy with these women so I continued seeing women like that.

But I would still date blonde women with big tits when I could.

Then I had sex with my first Asian girl. I had never looked at Asian women sexually or romantically before that, but this girl had something Asian women rarely have: big tits. And she was 18. So said, “Well, shit, okay, why not?”

We had sex. To my surprise, was absolutely fucking amazing.

Suddenly, overnight, I started looking at Asian women very differently. I immediately added Asian girls to my list of types of girls I liked, as long as they had some curves, at least a bigger ass or bigger boobs, which again, is really hard to find with Asian girls but it’s doable with a large enough sample size, which I had in Portland back in those days before it became a shithole like most other American cities.

My first real long-term girlfriend-like relationship back then was indeed with an Asian girl, a Filipino with big full lips who looked Japanese and had a big ass. A girl who looked Japanese but had the sex drive of a Filipino was pretty much perfect for me. But I was still non-monogamous and I was still seeing other women, and most of them were blondes with big tits and/or asses, including one or two Russian girls.

I also hooked up with more Asian girls via my Asian girlfriend and Referral Game. Praise the lord. Or the universe. Or the simulation.

So then my little brain came up with this hierarchy for what I was sexually attracted to physically, in this order:

1. Ideally shorter-than-average Barbie blondes with either big tits, a big ass, or both.

2. Asian women with either big tits, a big ass, or both (Japanese and Koreans preferred, but I was/am open to several other Asian races too).

3. Very short, non-blonde women with either big tits, a big ass, or both.

4. Medium height non-blonde women with either big tits, a big ass, or both.

No one else is allowed; I will not have sex with any women who aren’t in one of the above four categories no matter how hot. And yes, I have acted on this and turned women down, including hot ones.

None of this was conscious or purposeful on my part. It just evolved organically based on my societal programming and my sexual experiences.

When the relationship with the Asian girlfriend was over, I decided I was ready to settle down. Since I could attract any type of woman I wanted, I had to make the decision on which of the four above types it would be. Of course, it would be my favorite. So a few years later, I married (OLTR Married in my case) Pink Firefly, a super hot Barbie blonde who is shorter than average and has really big tits. Boo-ya.

As I started traveling the world and having sex with non-American women, my four attractive archetypes didn’t change at all. Indeed, they held and solidified. The only difference was that the faces became prettier and the boobs and butts became even larger.

The crescendo of this was the Instagram models, some of whom have boobs as big as an H-cup, or 1200 ccs, with huge asses that protrude outwards like a black girl, only on a (usually blonde) white girl’s body. At one point, I had the opportunity to be with women with even bigger boobs/butts than this, but I turned it down because, at that level, shit starts to look truly inhuman (and borderline stupid), which didn’t sexually attract me. I guess even my dumb, horny lizard brain has limits.

Even today, this model holds for me. My Paraguay PDM is blonde, very short (5’1”) with a tiny little body but a gigantic ass. My (prospective but not yet official) Dubai PDM is blonde (usually; she changes her hair color often) with a huge ass and average-size boobs which, living in Dubai and not wanting to be left out, she is going to upgrade in February (and no, I’m not paying for it) to big boobs. Praise Jesus and Allahu Akbar. Can I get an Amen?

Even what few FBs I have left (in all of my countries) after my purge all have blonde hair and either a big ass, big boobs, or both, with only one exception who has brown hair.

So my life-long evolution of what I find physically attractive in women worked like this:

1. Societal programming from my pre-teen and teenage years.

2. Branching out with sexual experience with other types of women.

3. Doubling down on what I like and increasing its size and quality.

Will my tastes keep evolving? No. I’m in my early fifties now so I’m quite sure what I like is hard-locked into my brain at this point. I’m also actively reducing the number of women in my sex life so I can focus more on my work and my Mission, so new types of women are no longer part of my life, which is fine because I’ve done everything and have no need to repeat it all.

The evolutionary process was interesting though; I didn’t anticipate any of it.