That’s why I used the bolded phrase above in my post. No matter what the post times, I had seen both by the time I tossed off what was supposed to be a lighthearted observation. Oh well.
Hah! Don’t you know that your little throw away line will have to be dissected for meaning, translated into other languages, have the etymology of each word analyzed and then eventually dissolve into a pit thread where you will be castigated for even having the audacity to exist?
Or perhaps not, one never knows around here.
And the use of the word second referred to the total number of threads I’d seen, not the order in which the thread I was posting in appeared. Although I could see how the Straight Dope Minutia Brigade would pounce on that.
And, I posted this after Antinor1 did.
Thanks for ruining springtime for me Pizzabrat.
I’ve got a thing for women in uniforms, so… a reasonably attractive woman who is in a NYS trooper’s uniform, forex (Thanks, Anaamika, for reminding me of one of the perks of having been a travelling water thief - we serviced all the NYS State police barracks in our area. There aren’t many women in the Troopers, but those that are are often - “wow.”) suddenly becomes a hottie I can’t stop looking at.
Of course it also works for women in BDUs, khakis, and even blue shirt scum uniforms.
Yeah, I’m a sick puppy.
I’m sorry, I am still trying to translate “traveling water thief.” 
But a man in uniform is like gold…well, depends on what uniform!
I have a thing for Asian men. I like the lithe look. Once at Dunkin Donuts I spied a Japanese guy wearing a Marines uniform.
I nearly followed him home.
For some reason, the metro cops around here tend to be hotter than the city cops. And some of them are DAMNED hot.
Sorry, I didn’t mean to make things that complicated. I used to work for a boiler water treatment chemical company that served customers in upstate NY. We sold the additives that people would add to their boilers/hot water systems to keep them from corroding away. My job as service technician was to go to each of the systems we treated, and take water samples to see how the treatments were working.
So, I’d walk into the facility (in this case the NYS Troopers barracks in, say, Canadaigua) tell them I needed to talk to maintenance, go into their boiler rooms, and get a sample of water, and leave. Then go to the next site. The perk was that I got into the back part of the barracks, and would, as part of the job, chat up whomever was interested in what I was there to do. So, I did occaisionally get to talk to the female troopers, too. (Not surprisingly, the trooper assigned to escort me to the boiler room was usually a male trooper.)
My daughter and I still remember fondly her little brother’s preschool teacher’s boyfriend, Alan the Austin, TX cop. That was one fine young man. My daughter, who was 12 or so at the time, says that’s the point at which she realized she definitely liked boys.
I prefer hot seamen myself…
A hot bum? As in a homeless person? Really? You have seen one?
I am *highly *in favour of hot cops. In fact, there is nothing finer for a gal’s fantasy life… Mm… Cops. Strong, brave, sexy, fit, manly man cops. Oh, dear, I seem to be perspiring.
I’ve seen hot bums, you needed to be able to figure how they’d clean up. Not every homeless guy is an old alkie, you know.
Last year, an unmarked police car pulled us over. The driver was a guy, one of those who could be cast as either the bad cop or the bodyguard (what was the name of that shaved-head cop in “the shield”? something like that). His partner was a woman, who walked over to tell us one of our tires looked like it was losing pressure; I knew of a place ahead where I could get it looked at so all was cool.
When we were back in motion, Mom remarked: “any bar hopper who thinks he can jump over that little hottie’s boundaries uninvited is in for a fistful of pain, bet she can box better than most guys.” “Judo, Mom, David says they learn judo.” “Whatever, he’d be SO screwed.”
Yes, of course not all homeless people are the same.
Figure out = imagination = potential not hotness, IMO, YMMV.
Well…heh…I’ve accidently given one a second look before…
And I’m surprised that that portion of the OP otherwise completely ignored.
Ah, you see, the way I see it is that if all he needs is a comb and a shower, then yeah he’s hot. I’m one of those people who look at bone structure… there’s a French singer who’s 68 now if he’s a day, I recently saw some videos of him and thought “damn, he’s still hot, how ancient is he now?” Would I do him? No, but because he’s my parent’s age, not because he has wrinkles. I found the videos a lot hotter than the airbrushed ads for sunglasses in which his wrinkles have been magically erased…
YMMDV.
Ahem.
This thread is in desperate need of some cites.
Hot… bums?
Tell me you’re speaking of arses? Right?
My husband has wanted to be a cop for a long time. He has that look about him, too. If he ever came home in a uniform… oh dear lord.
I uh… I gotta go.
There was a dude on the bus the other night. Scary, ranting, smelled like an August sewer. But he had the most arresting eyes; Paul Newman material. Very odd experience.
Reluctantly, I know what you’re talking about. Living in upper Ballard and working in lower Ballard, I see some very… interesting people on my way to work. One guy sat on the bus next to me during my commute home. He smelled like tomatoes left to rot in the sun, cursed out everyone around him, was filthy… but turned and looked at me with the sharpest, darkest eyes I’d ever seen, asked me if I was Irish (and I answered in my unaffected Maritime accent: “three quarters, aye”)and treated me like a lady when I needed to get past him - without smirking. I got… just a little flustered.
But not too much. Nooo… you think maybe he was one of those undercover guys? A con? That he cleans up real well and goes home to… never mind. Let’s stop entertaining this thought. Right… now. Now.