Being a man, it seems, comes with an inherent appreciation for a woman's beauty. Their lips, their curves, their heart, their soul, all parts of them are so beautiful and so good to love. As I sat in the middle of the station waiting for my train, I saw them strut around, in all shapes, all colors, and all sizes. For some, the struts seemed like hard work, others very graceful, and some, you just had no idea whence they came. But...