I love Jessica Alba, Megan Fox, Angelina Jolie and et cetera et cetera.
Most straight men love them too.
These girls are superstars, superhot, supersexy and not to mention super rich but they are beyond our reach. They only exist in our dreams, our fantasy. Totally out of our conscious reality. But these megastars have a dedicated team consisting image consultants, nutritionists, dieticians, physical trainers, wardrobe specialists, make up artists, personal chefs, masseuers, publicists etc etc etc... to make they look like erm.. megastars.
But now we are interested in the girl next door types. The cute girls we see everyday in our lives. The pretty newly joined colleague you stared and accidentally stapled your silly finger. Remember that hottie you stalk at the gym and tore your biceps while trying to impress her. And the cutie you lust after everyday on the bus or train but don't have the balls to go and talk to her.
Okay the latter was me. I saw her on the school bus everyday but I never summon enough courage to talk to her. Each day I would take an hour to comb my hair and in my best attire, in my school uniform anyway. I knew which seat she usually took on the bus and deliberately sat behind her. As the non-air condition bus moves, the whiff of her perfumed hair captured my imagination. I secretly admired her.
Everyday for two years, I sat behind her on the bus like a psychopath stalker but had never spoken a word to her. I was 15 and FHM wasn't around then, otherwise I would have nominated her as the "FHM Girl Next Door 1991".
If you know a friend or any cute girl next door, here's a chance to nominate her. The search FHM Girl next Door 2010 is on now! Who knows you may win exciting prizes and her heart too! :)
Hurry up and click here. Read how to nominate here.
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