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Varies with the gf. Just getting into a relationship now, so we haven't quite gotten to the point where I know her wardrobe and she dresses hot to turn me on.
My last ex had unbelievable legs that went on forever, and a heart-attack-inducing ass, and she was muchly with the little jeans shorts and cropped t-shirt. Amazing. I actually saw a guy pull a John Ritter/Three's Company fall-off-the-bicycle while turning to watch her walk.
The girl before her was redheaded and all about the boobs. They were mondo, and hella jiggly, and she knew it. She used to have this emerald-green top that was kinda half tank-top and half corset: it laced up the front, and when she wore it, she had cleavage up to her chin. She knew it drove me nuts. I love redheads, I love cleavage, I really love redheads with a lot of cleavage!
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Dull sublunary lovers love,
Whose soul is sense, cannot admit
Absence, because it doth remove
That thing which elemented it.
(From "A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning" by John Donne)
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