Perfectly curvaceous she clings to him. Pouty lips, come-hither stare, full ripe breasts, often blatantly bared for all to see. Sometimes she’s human, other times she is some mythical creature like a mermaid or genie. You know her from the pinup posters and girlie magazines. You question why she’s bound to this loser for life. As you look him up from head to toe, you realize she might be right there, but she’ll always be just an inked fantasy. He could never attract a girl like that. What girl would want a guy like him?