She was always talking about how she liked them plump, plump, plump. She was only with me because I was nice.
But she didn't like all fat men. She said that the ones with just bellies, and stick limbs, were gross. She said they were gestating some sort of xenomorph, and I have to admit, the giant beer belly look does evoke that particular image. People say "beer belly" is a myth but everyone I've ever known with that look has indeed been a beer drinker.
She often complained that men's butts were too small. She complimented mine, but I only have a butt because I exercise. She liked handegg players' butts. "Why is it," she would say, "that the only men who get nice round butts are the ones who exercise? What's with the King of the Hill look?"
I happen to get veins easily and I have a problem keeping enough fat to hide them. She said she liked my muscles but not the veins. She said they were like little fire hoses that might go out of control and start spurting any moment.