No surprise there, but I really wonder about myself sometimes. Lately I've been seeing a lot of covers for romance novels, and they always feature a gorgeous, bosomy creature in the arms of a tall, muscular, virile male. Usually that male is bare chested.
I gotta tell you - this does nothing for me. I can appreciate the subjects as art objects, but I'm not very interested in their romance. I got far more interested in the results of the Harry Potter (thin, bespectacled, wears a sweater) and Ginny (thin, ginger hair, wears a sweater.) My heart positively pounded over the results of the Hermione (out of control hair, super intelligent, wears a sweater) and Ron romance (ginger hair, quite a dweeb, wears ugly Dress Robes.)
And there are others - the love story in The Accidental Tourist between Macon and Muriel (Muriel - Not Amber, not Bethenny) had me enthralled. Muriel is described as having eyes the size of sesame seeds and legs as skinny as matchsticks. Macon (not Rafe Savage, not Jude Lawless) sunburns easily and gets lost in a city he's known all his life.
Those characters are real to me. And there have been successful romance books that have hooked my interest - where the hero has a drinking problem, or where the heroine wears glasses. They're out there, but they're hard to find.
So, I suppose I'm looking for those characters with flaws, both physical and emotional. I can relate to them. I can care about those guys.
Again, I'll admit that I'm weird. Maybe most readers want those specimens of male and female perfection in their stories. I just have to say that they leave me cold.