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I like pretty much all girls.
Some of the girls I've been craziest for have been tall and slim and built like ballerinas.
But most of the girls I've gone for are...shall we say, built like lusty tavern wenches. I am old-fashioned: I like a girl who looks like she could serve me a jug of mead and a haunch of venison, beat off the rowdies with a broadsword, and then go upstairs with me for a wrestling match in the hay. These types of girls, whom I might call "voluptuous," some might call being built on the more generous side of the spectrum. Girls who are a real armful, who look like they need a real hero to pleasure them...yes indeedy, they get my fire lit pretty damn fast!
Personally, I wouldn't use the word "chubby" to describe any girl I've been with. But I know others might, and have.
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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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