I think we all start out with a taste palette for the opposite sex that is featureless. We take in the world around us as we mature and those who have left any sort of imprint on our minds and hearts, help us to take our first tentative steps toward understanding ourselves and what we find pleasing. Our dream woman, nothing more than a child's scribble.
Slowly our tastes develop and come into focus. Refined, molded, and shaped over many years. Eventually a fully formed creature becomes our measure of perfection. The one we hold locked away just for ourselves, who is happy to fulfill our fantasies with little more than a wink, regardless of who we are and what we ask.
“In every block of marble I see a statue as plain as though it stood before me, shaped and perfect in attitude and action. I have only to hew away the rough walls that imprison the lovely apparition to reveal it to other eyes as mine see it.”
“I saw the angel in the marble and carved until I set her free.”
Michelangelo
