I don’t consider myself terribly picky about women, but I do have standards.
Some qualities (or lack thereof) can absolutely kill my budding interest in an otherwise attractive woman.
STUPIDITY: I don’t care how sexy a girl is, if I can’t engage in conversation with her unless it’s about drugs, rappers or tattoos, I can’t be bothered to unzip my trousers. The most beautiful woman I ever dated (she was Victoria Secret model quality) was so dull and inarticulate, that we were still working on our salad at dinner when I decided I couldn’t wait to get her back home (to HER place so I could drop her off and forget about her).
FAKE BOOBS: I’m not a boob-guy. Sure, I like titties, but they don’t have to be enormous. Regardless of their size, I insist on titties being authentic and to be in full compliance with the Federal Code of Titty Regulations ( tuscl.net ).
OBESITY: I just don’t do fat girls. Life is too short to dance with or fuck fat girls.
EMACIATION: I don’t do emaciated girls either. If I ever get in the mood for an emaciated woman, I will hop on a flight to Somalia.
ALLEY-OOP ANKLES: This is an absolute deal killer for me. A woman is supposed to have delicate ankles. I don’t care if she is a world class tennis player or ice skater. If she has Alley-Oop ankles, I will scratch her off my “to do list.”
HALITOSIS: A beautiful face with soft, luscious, kissable lips is totally wasted on me if I can’t swoop in for a kiss without gagging. This concern eliminates all women who smoke.
VAGINOSIS: I’m a guy who likes to make out with a woman at both ends. Vaginosis is a deal killer for me. There is nothing I hate more than a pussy that reeks of last week’s leftover tuna casserole.
UGLY FEET: I have a thing about feet. Bad feet have knocked women who were otherwise serious contenders out of consideration. Feet can be ugly in a number of ways. They can be too big. They can have too many callouses. They can have too many visible veins or ugly toenails. Missing or deformed toes are a deal killer. Feet can be of a peculiar color. I was involved with a woman once who pushed all my buttons. She was smart, funny, articulate, smelled nice ... she was gorgeous from the top of her head all the way down to her ankles. But there was something about her feet that I just couldn’t stand. BLECCHH!!!
TATTOOS: There is no such thing as a tasteful tattoo. Yes, it’s true that a tattoo can be considered documentary evidence of a woman’s ability to make decisions she will regret in the morning, but I until such time (if ever) that I get a tattoo of my own, I’ll pass on all women with tattoos.
GINGIVITIS: Fucking forget about it!
PECULIAR FETISHES OR REQUESTS: I would immediately ditch any woman who asked me to invite half a dozen of my friends so we could all slap her around for a while before running a train on her. Likewise, if she asks me to talk dirty to her about Hermeticism, Gnosticism, Esotericism or Rosicrucianism I will immediately tell her that we are not destined to be but that I can introduce her to a guy in San Jose who will gladly talk dirty to her all night long in the back seat of his Prius about that kind of shit.


We disagree on tattoos.
Several of your points fall under the umbrella of 'hygiene', which we agree on.
I don't get on with dancers who smell like an ashtray.