Who's the most attractive/beautiful woman you've ever met? What were they like?

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A woman who I know well-ish, she is in early thirties now but has quite frankly won the genetic lottery. She is stared at and drooled over by everyone in the street (men and other women)

Oh to be her...

Who's the most beautiful/attractive woman you've ever met and why?

It doesn't necessarily have to be completely based on appearance either, maybe the way they carry themselves etc

I'm intrigued to know.

Liz Hurley. Stunning. We were standing next to each other and she was beautiful - 15 years ago

Am I the only one who wouldn't want to be breathtakingly beautiful? OP you mention your friend's beauty and say "Oh to be her". I would genuinely hate it!
I have known perhaps 2 or 3 very beautiful women in my life. They were all quite different - good and bad qualities like everyone else. What struck me was the amount of male attention they got. They could go out on a Tuesday morning in baggy jeans and a t-shirt and they'd have people beeping their horns at them, random men making conversation in the street, shop keepers flirting. No thank you!! I'm very shy, I couldn't bear that attention. If someone flirts with me I feel so uncomfortable and blush.
Also if you're a great beauty I always wonder how it affects you when you lose your looks. One of my beautiful friends told me she dreads being an old lady because she would lose her beauty and sex appeal and that it was such a big part of her.
I'm reasonably attractive but certainly don't stand out. I've always noticed men become more interested in me once they get to know me. I really like that - that they like ME rather than my physical appearance.

A girl at college was stunning, I was in awe of her! At that age, boys were competing for her. It's as if they were obsessed. I recall one boy in particular wanted to go out with her, she refused and he and his friends turned against her. i felt for her in that moment. Too much attention must get a bit much.

A friend of a friend. Show stopping. She just had a face lift at 42. Obviously her beauty comes at a high psychological price as she really didn’t need one, she looked so young.

A friend of a friend in the late 80s- she was so gorgeous that heads turned in every pub we went into. It was my friend's hen do, and the Beauty wasn't trying to be the centre of attention at all- she just was.
In one pub, she was coming back from the loo, and a handsome man whispered something in her ear. We all saw it! When she got back, we asked he what he'd said....

"Your dress is caught in your knickers!"!

I was so glad to find out she was human as well as gorgeous!

My mother.
Striking features. High cheek bones, dark hair with bright blue green eyes. She was all natural too except for a big bouncy blow dry and lipstick. No foundation, no blusher, no mascara etc. Everything we mere mortals have to do as a minimum to feel put together. She just woke up, put on a lipstick and radiated.

I remember I was eight the first time I realised she was a goddess. An American tank or jeep (some big hulking vehicle) stopped to let her cross the road, the soldier stood up and actually saluted her.

I always grew up in the shadow of that (only scraped a tiny bit of her DNA). But as someone above said, there's always a downside. She struggled with female friendships. Most women seemed uncomfortable around her.

Friend said the same and she had met lots of famous women and said most were meh in real life. She also said Claire Danes & Hilary Swank were far more beautiful in real life too.

That's so lovely - Hunk Husband 💕

I work with elderly people and one lady was just breathtakingly beautiful. She was in her early 90s but looked decade's younger, and had the most beautiful skin, warm smile, and kind, sparkly eyes. Her whole face lit up when she smiled and, in turn, the room lit up. She had dementia and sadly passed away last year. But even when her dementia got particularly bad - to the point her personality was often unrecognisable - she would still have that familiar sparkle in her eyes when she smiled. Especially when we listened and danced to music!

There's so much more to beauty than just the way someone physically looks, isn't there?

One of my sister's friends when I was a teenager. Amazing looking and did a bit of modelling later on. She had a great sense of humour, real throw your head back laugh type of person. I don't think she was particularly aware of her looks. My sister suggested modelling to her in fact.

An ex girlfriend of a friend of my partner's. I remember thinking she looked like an elf from Lord of the Rings or something - bright blue eyes, the most incredible cheekbones and jawline, thick dark chestnut hair, flawless pale skin. She was tall (but not supermodel height) and probably around a size 10 with a tiny waist, and was always really well-dressed, never boring or flashy (although I think she'd have looked good in a binbag, to be honest). She just exuded class and elegance, even my partner who would struggle to describe most women beyond their hair colour, said the same. It was something in the way she moved and carried herself - something timeless, I remember seeing her in a church once and something about the light and her poise made me think she could have been a sculpture, or out of a painting. I didn't know her well but she always seemed lovely, sadly my partner's friend treated her very badly when they broke up and I haven't seen her since. She always comes to mind on when I read the 'how to look elegant/expensive' threads as I don't think she'd have been seen dead in either tasteful beige linen or a tatty old barbour 😁

As a little girl I thought my mum and my sister were the most beautiful women I’d ever see. My mum was glam, long red nails, black curly hair, red lippie, gold jewellery, always put together even when doing shift after shift in care work. My mum always reminded me of Aretha Franklin. That old school 80s glam.

My sister is a bit older than me, and she used to look after me when mum was working. I remember my sister literally stopping traffic, men jostling to talk to her, open mouth staring. Everywhere we went. She was a miniature Naomi Campbell looks wise. A size 10 with DD’s. Looking back at old photos, I can see how she was such a stunner. this is going back a few decades, she’s still beautiful though. I was never jealous or envious, i was always in awe of her.

I once worked with a girl who was 19 at the time so must be early 30s now.

She was the most beautiful person I've ever seen in real life. If you could draw beauty, it would be her. It was Brigitte Bardot esque. She was petite, long flowing hair, perfect face and even a little beauty spot. Men/boys would literally be speechless around her, I've not seen quite that effect before or since.

A student. She was from the Caribbean - looked like a goddess, just wonderful. Dressed fantastically but wore no makeup. ( It wouldn't have mattered what she wore though!)

No makeup either - one of my older cousins, black haired and just perfect facial features and carriage, together with a serenity of manner that made you think of the Madonna'.

Walking with a ( male ) cousin, (think Dirk Bogarde but even more are beautiful if anything,) the whole street fell silent and just stared at them.

Neither had any idea and had massive amounts of natural charm but I guess their 'innocence' just made the impact greater.

NB She didn't have an easy life though.

My grandmother was incredibly enchanting. I remember seeing Tina Turner on the TV when I was very little and being convinced it was my grandmother. She had the most gorgeous figure and incredible legs.

Another is an old friend I've known since I was a teenager. She's half Egyptian and she just looks stunning. Gorgeous big greenish brown eyes, face perfectly proportioned. She was a dancer too so held herself beautifully. She's been married twice and both times she looked so amazing in her wedding dresses it would take your breath away. She's still just as good looking at 40. I have to admit I had a crush on her when I was much younger.

I'm generally considered to be quite good looking although I'm older now. It has given me unfair advantages in life. But it's also meant I've been harassed, unfairly hated, snubbed, get as much glared at as I do admiring looks, and worst of all it's almost impossible to find a partner who has any interest in my personality. The number of men who have turned on me when I don't meet up to their expectations is legion. I've given up on dating altogether.

I won’t use the word ‘breathtaking’ as I’ve never had my breath taken away by another persons beauty🤭

I became friends with a girl from uni , she was (& still is) very beautiful. She’s mixed race, gorgeous caramel skin colour, freckles, hazel eyes and the longest eyelashes I’ve ever seen. She dressed in a sort of casual bohemian way, everything looked stunning on her & people would genuinely stare at her on nights out.

The other woman who was also very beautiful was someone I used to work with. She was tall & willowy, wavy natural blonde hair which was always shiny, the biggest blue eyes and dark eyelashes, dimples, lovely smile, I used to find myself staring at her when she was speaking. Guys would act very strange around her, almost nervous? I’d see them furtively glancing at her repeatedly too, which was always funny.

Both lovely people, kind, clever & funny, that made them seem 100 times more beautiful. If they’d been horrible, I wouldn’t have found them as beautiful. Personality shines through.

Back in the 80's waiting for a taxi in the early hours of the morning by Poole Marina, Yasmin Le Bon (wife of Simon) walked passed, tatty shorts tee shirt and hair tied up in a scrunchy, no make up.

Absolutely stunning.

I saw Angela Griffin in Manchester must be about 25 years ago with her boyfriend (Will Mellor 🤣) and she was stunning. Much taller than I expected with long legs and really slim. She had a lovely face, really quite beautiful. Can’t say Will was quite as memorable but he seemed like a nice chap.

Quite a few. One was Iranian, one was Greek, one was Austrian, one Pakistani and one was English.

They were beautiful in different ways. Three had bum-length thick black hair and beautiful skin. One was really blonde and bubbly. One had amazing eyes.

Luna de Casanova. She's beautiful and a genuinely lovely woman.

Three were clever and lovely. One was always really sunny and positive. One was a bit bitchy and I didn't warm to her. Not that different to most people tbh.

I met Anna Kournikova when I worked at Wimbledon. She truly is all that.

3 people

1. parent of my son’s best friend and we became good friends. She was a Harley street doctor. Mother had been a British model and father an Iraqi doctor and had three girls. She had long black hair which was so glossy it was unreal. Beautiful flawless skin. And beautiful gold brown eyes. Her good looks - she wore no makeup was a bit of a curse to her. She was stunning totally stunning and just model slim. She was horrifically raped aged 14 by an unknown man when she was a kid on holiday in Greece. Then raped again aged 16 whilst walking home across some fields and then again by her professor at 19. She went massively off the rails. Drinking etc her husband saw her on a work website (this is creepy in my book) and apparently decided he was going to marry her and got himself a job at her clinic (he was a doctor) and then got himself as her roommate and then waited for a relationship to implode and swept her off her feet. She thought it a romantic story / it made me feel ill. deciding to marry her having seen a photo etc despite her stunning looks, her many medical degrees she has low self confidence and is grateful that he chose her.
2. Liz Hurley - sat next to her in a restaurant she glowed - perfect hair, face, nails etc I did a double take but she was perfect
3. a young girl I know - 17. who has startling green eyes and long lashes, the chestnut hair is becoming flawless and she is growing into her look and she has a knock out body and intelligence

The last beautiful woman I saw was on the train in London a few weeks back. She had braids down to her bum that had beautiful pastel beads in, a chiffon pink floral see-through dress over black shorts and a crop top with shit kicking boots, rose gold headphones and she walked reading a book. I am very much a believer that everyone is beautiful in their own way but as I waddled behind her in old baggy clothes covered in sticky toddler muck, the worlds ugliest running trainers, grown out bleached hair and a thin veil of perspiration, I felt very much like a weed next to a rose.

It was during this time that I saw her. It was Xmas eve and she was in Dolcis shoe shop in swansea!