Want "Nice Girls"

This afternoon I decided to eat in our room. I was sitting on the floor, leaning against my cupboard with a large bowl of pasta and a glass of juice, continuing a very hot, steamy romance by Christen Feehan and my siblings upto their usually antics. With four girls in one room, (there used to be five) you have to wade through ankle deep clothes and whatnots. One sister was busy shaking her booty to the sound of “Tempted to Touch” I think she is practicing for when she will be back with her husband in Canada. Clothes were being shed, incidents shared, someone had staked a claim to my bed and laptop (the only clean place in the room). I hate messy rooms. Mom has tried to shame them into tidying, saying: “No one can claim girls reside in this house.” They are worse than boys. It hasn’t brought on any shame. There have been moments when they’ve woken up giggling, looking scandalized when they claim they slept with a hanger. One of them had the audacity to claim that she loves it when the room is in this condition. The booty shaker has started a vegetable/fruit diet. She had a carrot for lunch! That comment was followed by snickers and laughter. We are all great at multi-tasking. I continued my novel and lunch. And Bubloo the cat joined in the circus, being the only male in the room he had to put in his two cents. I am officially putting it on record that my sisters are the messiest women on earth. Stamped and signed!

Amidst the chaos, I get a phone call from my best friend in Scotland. After the usual catch-up talk, she gets right down to business and states: “we are looking for a ‘nice girl’ for my brother”, I mumble a “Ah-ha” Since the brother is divorced, with two kids they are having trouble finding a “nice-girl”. And she wanted another one for her husband’s friend who recently got divorced. She wanted my suggestions. The minute I asked what sort of girls are they looking for, all conversation, movement came to a standstill in the room. Ears were trained towards my corner. Bubloo hid under the bed.

One comment she made got me thinking. She said: “men are idiots when they go for sex appeal. Cant they appreciate a woman who is beautiful on the inside?”

Like Mom says: “Are they going to make pickles out of all that beauty!”

So WHAT DO MEN WANT?

JLo’s posterior, Sharon Stone’s sex-appeal, Angelina Jolie’s mouth, Betty Crocker’s culinary expertise, Martha Stewart style home maker. A super mom during the day and a femme fatale at night?

Or would women like my rowdy, bratty, brainy, untidy sisters do?
(two of my brother-in-laws seem to think so)

Nice girls anyone?

(A thankyou to Guyana-Gyal for the inspiration. It was the "nice girl" in your post)