I like my women like I like my steak...
Bloody.
Alright, listen up, buttercup. This joke is for troglodytes like you, who wouldn't know a good cut of meat if it slapped them in the face. See, the joke sets up an expectation about the qualities someone looks for in a woman. Then it hits you with "bloody," which is how some folks like their steak cooked. It's morbid because, well, 'bloody' ain't exactly a compliment for a lady unless you're into some seriously messed-up stuff. You probably are.