It's all about the attitude, and the ability to hold a conversation, and it helps to be a decent fuck.
I have known a couple of classically beautiful women, really really hot ones that if you are seen with them other blokes look at you like you're a right cunt, who failed really hard to move me due to boring the shit out of me and being starfish who were about as sexually fulfilling as lying on your hand until it's gone numb and doing some wanks, not that I've ever done that.
It's not like I have to worry anyway as I'm off the market, but if I were not, all that is required is a ready wit, strong thighs, a certain glint in the eye and the willingness to buy me at least two beers and I'll do anything.
Andre: Here is a relatively recent picture of my good self. I'm no supermodel, look increasingly like the boozer I am and visual evidence can do nothing to convey my somewhat unique smell. I've not done at all too badly for myself over the years however, despite my crippling handicap of not looking like an underwear model, and after several experiences like the ones alluded to above, I'll go for the girl next door/tom boy/Calamity Jane type every time.