Oh yeah!!! I love a guy that is comfortable around horses.
A fella dressed in old, worn jeans, cowboy boots that are permanently creased into heels down-riding position , a flannel shirt open over a whit T , and a cowboy hat… YUMMY !!
A man cuddling a dog sets my heart a-flutter.
A man that likes to write fiction for fun… might as well hand him the keys to my house now.
Well, Jesus, then. . .here’s a suggestion. . .walk onto a construction site and bend over.
Is there a problem here?
Chokers. I dunno what it is, but they make a woman even hotter.
Things to do with socks.
In school the girls would wear dresses, panty hose, and when their shoes got uncomfortable they would take them off and put on a pair of socks (no shoes). 
Also, like Elaine from Seinfeld they way she wore socks with her outfits.
Then related to what Whistlepig said matching colored socks.
Now for the weird part…I have no foot fetish or sock fetish beyond the way it looks on girls. I have no attraction to the sock itself or the foot there is just something about the look that I like.
I have a stupid hair fetish. Hair is one of the first things I notice about a guy. If I think he has nice hair - well, they better watch out! And this does not just apply to the head. I like chest hair and leg hair and ESPECIALLY arm hair. I love hairy armed guys. I constantly pet my boyfriend’s arms because he has the world’s best arm hair. It’s just so soft and long and covers his whole arm and anyway I’ll stop now.
Being dirty. I like guys that aren’t afraid to work.
Button up shirts - especially those checkered flannel ones.
Probably not that odd, but bare shoulders are something that really float my boat.
Obvious literacy, especially in academic matters. I’ve melted over women who I see reading textbooks who are obviously enjoying / learning something from them.
Women who know how to talk. Eloquence is such an -amazing- turn-on for me. Sadly, I know very few trully eloquent women.
Women punching the hell out of the heavy bag at the gym. Yowza.
Seeing a gal staring off into space, thinking, working on something, chewing a pencil, lost in thought. Especially if she’s doing stuff she doesn’t seem to know she’s doing, like kicking her shoe off and on or bending up paper clips. I dunno, don’t ask, it works for me.
You beat me to it. Oddly enough, or maybe not, I have told this to a handful of freckly women and they all said I was the first one to tell them that.
Rooves
Yeah, that’s it. See?? I’m not the only one!
I’m kind of in the same boat with Anastasaeon here. Not the nymphomaniac boat, although, I guess if there’s room…
No, what turns me on changes depending on my mood and who’s around to turn me on.
Sometimes it’s a nice neck. A slender, silky neck, with some tasteful kinda necklace just makes me want to dive in and nibble…Grr.
Expressive eyes. I get caught looking just a beat too long sometimes, but expressive eyes will get me to fantasizing the rest of the day.
Just a hint of exactly the right scent on a woman.
A cute walk. I once followed a woman through a parking lot into a store at the mall just to be able to keep watching her walk. I left her alone, I’m not the stalker type, but that ass will live in my memory forever.
A great laugh. If I’m in the right mood, and I hear a laugh that hits me just like that, I want to hear more of it. A woman with a good laugh almost invariably is a wonderful moaner too. Keep that in mind kids.
Crap. Now I have to focus on work again…damn you all!!!
My odd fetishes are superheroines, knockouts, carry scenes, and bondage scenes. There is just something about seeing beautiful, powerful, scantily-clad heroines losing a fight, getting chloroformed, blackjacked, gassed, or otherwise rendered unconscious, and then getting carried away (arm-carried or over-the-shoulder carried) to the villans lair and restrained, that really turns me on!
Do I win? I mean, if we are scoring responses on overall “weirdness” here, this pretty much takes the cake, doesn’t it? I think I should get some type of prize… or maybe some free therapy…oh, whatever! I 'll shut up now!
Women with glasses just KILL me. I especially love those 1950s-style cats-eye/librarian glasses, but big giant '80s-style frames or 2005-era rectangular black hipster glasses are just as sexy. I guess they add to the “intelligence” stereotype, but first and foremost, I think women have beautiful eyes, and a pair of glasses is like putting a really nice frame around a work of art. VERY sexy, no matter what.
I like it when women roll their eyes or stick out their tongues in a playful, sarcastic, or mock-frustrated way. A cute-but-exasperated tone of voice is always sexy to me – I can imagine Elizabeth Hurley in the first Austin Powers movie (the only thing I liked about it) combining a sigh, a bemused chuckle, a wrinkle of her nose, and a shake of her head with that smoldering British accent.
I don’t usually have a preference for long or short hair, but the short flapper-style bob hairdo that Catherine Zeta-Jones wore in Chicago is EXTREMELY sexy. Maybe because it frames the woman’s face or draws attention to her neck. I see a lot of wigs for women in this style, particularly for strippers and the like. I like Bettie Page bangs a lot too, and jet-black hair. Oh, and Asian women with hair dyed blonde or red or some wacky color, but the dark hair works wonderfully for them too. Other than that, I’m not picky about hair, but cornrows and multiple braids are never attractive.
A delicate gold chain around the neck, that you follow down to see what’s on the end, and it disapears into the hidden valley of twin peaks.
Women with men’s names as contractions of their own names–Sam for Samantha, Alex for Alexandria…
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Under 5’3" or over 5’8".
Long waist, short legs. (I’m built that way myself.)
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And this stuffy back bedroom would be located where…?
Buzzcuts. Particularly when the back of their neck and it’s shaved nice and clean and they’ve got a nice, thick, clean neck. Double-particularly when it’s a guy going bald who’s shaved his head.
A sports jacket with jeans. Gawd, I know it’s so cliche at this point, but I just think that’s a sexy, sharp look.
Facial hair. Goatees still make me swoon. (Yes, my fashion sense is a couple decades behind. Wanna fight about it?)
A good bag of dice. When a guy dumps out a nice big bag of dice, and they’re mostly good dice, not just assorted speckled junk from a Chessex Pound o’ Dice, I mean, good-looking, handsome, quality dice . . . Yeah. That’s hot.
Earlier this week I took my SO to the zoo. It was his first time ever seeing (outside television) many of these animals. He was so fascinated when he saw the giraffes…that look of awe on his face. Rowr!
Yes Mig looking at exotic animals turned me on. Bigtime. 
Agreed, wholeheartedly.
Yes, yes, yes!
I love it when a man’s jeans move in a certain way on his ass. The best example I can think of is in Pulp Fiction, where Butch is walking through the yards to get back to his apartment. As he’s walking, his Levi’s slightly bunch up in a weird way above his butt. God, that turns me on.
I love smart guys I can learn something from. Useless trivia, how to build a doghouse, how to grill the perfect steak… Doesn’t matter. Just teach me something and I’ll love you forever.
Slender but strong fingers, clean fingernails & callouses from working or playing guitar are all turn-ons too.
Nerdy, nerdy geek boys with messy hair and glasses, who geek out over old SF like Clarke’s and Asimov’s and outdated SF like Sterling’s and Stephenson’s cyberpunk, and statistics and evolutionary biology and Slashdot. And Apple stuff. So beautiful. It awakes physical lust.
Tomboyish techie girls. The only thing sexier than a geek boy is a geek girl.
closes Apple Store tab I’ll be in my bunk…