He could recognize that pseudo-reptilian stance anywhere. He recognized it, and admired it. The legs and stance he admired so, belonged to the woman of his dreams. True, he had never met her, but he did indeed dream about her.
Everything about her, no matter how disgusting it might be to the average person, intrigued him, excited him.
Her hair was oily, thick and greasy. It suck out in such a way as to give the impression that she had just spent the night on a park bench. He innocently wondered if she had or not. He couldn't really make up his mind.
Her eyes were odd. Although non-human like. Some people said that she resembled an insect. He thought that she resembled the goddess Venus. "With arms," he would quickly add. And then think himself extremely witty.
She usually got several compliments on her nose. "Its the best they could have done, without modern medicine," people would say. It was bent, squished and cracked. She liked it.
Her breats were none to speak of. It was rather remarkable that they still seemed to sag. "Remarkable," people would say.
"Its the little differences that make a person unique," he would say, in defence.
"Its mutations like that," I would quickly add, "That make me check for radioactive waste in my backyard."