I like brunettes with glasses. I might have mentioned that here, from time to time. I also like small blondes. And I like athletic brunettes, but I prefer soft girls even more. I generally like girls with short hair more than long-haired girls. I generally like straight hair more than curly hair. It varies. I have wide-ranging tastes.

But what's my favorite kind of girl?

Easy.

The random hot girl.

The exotic beauty driving the car in the next lane, singling along to her radio. The smoldering housewife, in front of me at the supermarket. The slinky businesswoman, crossing the street as I sit at a red light. The half-dressed girl that asked me for a cigarette at the Dallas airport. The girl at work who has no idea how pretty she really is. The girl at the bar, sipping her foo-foo concoction. The policewoman standing on the corner.

All beautiful.

All unexpected.

All random.

Out of my life before they're even in my life. Offering nothing but surprising beauty, and expecting nothing in return.

Harmlessness through anonymity.

They're my favorites, because they never get the chance to hurt me.