[I am a man.]
I recall, long ago, as a teenager, one of my group of friends always seemed to have a pretty girl at his side, while for me and many others of the group such a state of affairs was intermittent at best. I asked him what his secret was.
His answer? -- 'When I get to a dance or youth club meeting,' he said [yes, that long ago], 'I check out the birds and weigh them up. Then I go and chat to the third best-looking one. All the other lads go straight to the best looker, then move on down the list when they don't succeed. By then I'm well away and have got off with number three. So I keep my average up.'
Cold? Cynical? Yes, indeed. But, young boys are like that about girls and sex, and, well, it worked for him.
As for me (are you interested? -- seems what the thread is about ...), I am initially attracted by women with nice tits, a plump arse, bright eyes and clear skin. But I want a partner who is intelligent and interesting. Chat is important. I did not realise it as a teenager, but what I really wanted, as it turned out, was someone I got on with as a close and interesting-chatty friend. And, yes, when it happened to me and I got off (in my twenties) with someone I found I wanted to keep talking with/listening to more than anything, I fell in love. Luckily, she fell for me too.
We are still together over sixty years later. Her breasts are a little more saggy (children, huh? age? hmm), her skin rather more wrinkled, but her arse is still plump and her eyes still sparkle, albeit rheumily at times. And we still have plenty to say to each other, perhaps surprisingly after all this time.
Oh, and I caught myself the other day checking out a woman walking by as I waited at a bus stop. As you do. (Without letting on these days I learned long ago women do not enjoy being leered at by dirty old men. (Not really a surprise, that? I keep coming across men who seem not to have noticed.) Strictly a tacit, I trust unnoticed, inspection, always. I know some women do the same.)
'She's sexy,' I thought to myself. 'Nice arse.' Then I noticed she was at least as old as me ... and congratulated myself on the fact that while I still can appreciate youthful beauty in a woman my taste, what initially attracts me in a woman, has matured with me. Lucky, that, I suppose; anyway I pity the poor buggers who keep trading their partner in for a younger model. They do not know what they are missing, it seems to me.