By Atlas Al
There is no perfect woman out there, she doesn’t exist. But for fun’s sake, what if she did?
Mixes are amazing. Some of the most attractive women I’ve ever seen were a mix of different cultures, or more specifically, a Perfect Milkshake of different races. Pairings such as half German and half Austrian, or half Irish and half British, will share many synonymous genes. If, however, they were half French and half Senegalese, half Brazilian and half Japanese, or half Polish and half Indonesian, imagine what those combos would look like.
Any well-constructed “Perfect Flag” consists of two parts physical, one part mental. The two physical halves of a person imply their parents; their mindset or way of thinking refers to the mental aspect (where they grew up). Mine would be half East African, half Scandinavian, and mentally Latina* (born and raised in a Latin country). Who wouldn’t want a gene milkshake like that?
Perfect Milkshake
A combination of ice cream, milk, ice, flavorings, and syrups makes a basic milkshake. It’s only when you dramatically mix up the flavors and change the quantities of the ingredients you create the Perfect Milkshakes. The standard chocolate, vanilla, strawberry milkshakes are good; the best have unimaginable combined flavors and new ingredients never before used. What would your ideal gene milkshake taste like?
*[I like the look of all Scandinavian and all East African countries, that’s why I said a region instead of a specific country. If I were forced to be specific, I prefer Swedish and Ethiopians, and either a Spanish or Argentinean mentality/flag (I’m partial to their accents).
If you really wanted to spice up your dream shake, you have to think in quarters. Person C is the byproduct of Person A and Person B hooking up, which means Person C is actually a combo of all their grandparents’ genes. So, I wonder what a woman would look like if one of her parents was half Swedish and half Japanese, and the other parent was half Ethiopian and half Spanish, and spoke like an Argentinean – in other words born there, in other words an Argentinean flag. I don't know about you but I suddenly feel full]









