More often than not, I want curves. And if not curves, I want tall, lanky, long legs. I think I have a weird Earth Goddess/Edward Gorey fetish.
I have dated all types of women, and I don't judge a potential relationship, or even a sticky, sweet fling, exclusively by physical criteria. But we're talking desire here, and desire is wholly misunderstood.
Desire is an intense fist floating in your pelvis that only unclenches during those fleeting moments when you're running your nose up her neck, nibbling her lip, sliding fingers under shirts and up spines. Desire is not a Whopper after a morning spent in front of a computer writing blog posts. It's waffles and ham steak after a monumental hike. What we desire is unique to the individual... So I guess, every man is different :)