Summer time, summer time, sum, sum summertime.
I have to admit that I have grown accustomed to the General European attitude to women’s beach wear. Most ‘beaches’ in Europe are topless, and that is just fine by me.
For women, it might be more of a question of how you wear it, instead of what it is. One piece, two piece, thong, whatever, it does not matter what it is, as long as the style is flattering to your body shape.
That is a problem for most women as they will probably say that they dislike their body shape. What most women do not know is that, regardless of what ’shape’ they are, there is probably someone out there that is checking them out and likes what he sees.
I was with a group of women at wine festival a few nights ago and this topic came up. It started with one girl in our group (5 women 2 men) making a comment about a German girl walking by. The discussion devolved into a feeding frenzy of critique amongst all the girls in our group. The other guy and I just sort of stood there puzzled for a while without saying anything. After a few minutes, the girls asked for our opinion of the female in question. My friend Steve said, ‘I thought she was cute’. Then the eyes turn to me and waited for my evaluation.
‘Shit’, I said, draining my glass, ‘I would drink her bathwater!’
The debate ensued with a fevered pitch.
‘Her thighs are huge’
‘That is not her real hair color’
‘Her boobs are shaped funny’
‘She is too. . ..’
It went on and on and I finally said, ‘Ok, lets try this. You pick a girl that you think that Steve and I SHOULD think is hot, and we will pick a guy that we think you would like’.
This turned out to be very interesting because, each side was searching for what was perceived to be the ‘ideal’ type. What it really showed was more of what we were self conscious about with our own bodies.
The result was that the women chose for us, tall, slim blondes with big hooters. We chose for them dark haired, tall and muscular looking men.
To make it more interesting, we then took turns in picking out who we thought was the hottest of the opposite sex that we could see from our vantage point (A very large festival tent with about 800 folks drinking and dancing in it).
While both groups ‘liked’ what the other group had chosen for them, the individual choices were drastically different that those chosen by the opposite group. Steve chose a dish water blonde of medium height with fantastic legs. I chose a tall, pale, red-head, that smiled and laughed a lot.
The girls were surprised that neither of our choices had big boobs. I explained to them that some guys are boob men, some are leg men, and some are ass men. And with a world as big as this, there were guys that liked just about everything under the sun.
‘You do not believe me? I challenged, ‘just Google ‘naked chicks’ and see for yourself’.
So for me, I much prefer what is in the swimwear than the garment itself. I just wish that the women that do go down to the beach would be self confident enough to wear what they want to wear and quite trying to hide their shapes behind towels and ‘beach wraps’ so that they can enjoy being there. While I hope that this is a little as possible, at the beach, anything goes.
Check out the other members of the Men’s Club: Puffy, the Wizard, and Phin. Or if you would like the ladies’ take on this subject, check out the Divas: Chrissy , Sadie , Kathy and Silk .
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