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I think there is something to the whole notion of proportionality. But that said, I pretty much like 'em any size. Do I love the big 'uns? Sure. I think many, if not most guys love the giant bouncies. But does that mean that I don't love the small ones? Hell, no!
My preferences in terms of women's shapes have always been quite clear: I generally go for either of two builds. Either the Valkyrie/tavern wench physique, with strongly defined features, taut arms, big cleaveagey boobs, load-bearing hips, and thighs that could crack walnuts; or the ballet dancer physique, small firm breasts, long legs, slim arms, finely-drawn features-- but the rare natural ballet physique, not the anorexic, bony, I-swear-I'm-really-naturally-waiflike-even-though-I-look-like-I'm-kicking-heroin, somebody-for-the-love-of-god-get-me-a-sammich wannabe-ballet dancer look. (Examples of the first kind: Salma Hayek, Christina Hendricks. Examples of the second kind: Summer Glau, Julia Stiles).
Still and all...does that mean I won't go for anything in between? No and no.
Boobs, and the rest of women's bodies, are lovely in all shapes and sizes.
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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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