Well I am 6’5" as well (drat, I had hoped I was the tallest doper, guess I am at least tied for it) and I honestly have to say, while I am not a height focused person I do prefer women closer to my height. Dancing with short women, while possible, and to some quite impressive (because of the continuous amount of bending your legs while you try to stay down parallel to her) does get old. I love when I find a date near my height (5’10" is the closest I have gotten, 7" distance).
I get turned on by complex equations and formulae. My favourite one that I actually understand is the quadratic equation, but I find the ones that completely mystify me to be more sexy.
And I like the pale, skinny geeks that do understand them.
I also find complex computer stuff to be interesting… just /how/ interesting depends on the source of the information.
I’m attracted to people equally, or more strange than me. There aren’t many of them.
Well…
Women in armor. Not that flimsy, thin-waisted cleavage exposing armor you see in comic books, I mean realistic, bulky Joan of Arc style armor. Or even modern body armor, like Scully wore on the X-Files every so often. A HELL of a lot more interesting than “Baywatch,” if you ask me.
What? Why’s everyone staring at me?
Ranchoth
Betchya ain’t seen this one yet:
Cats. Now don’t get me wrong, I don’t find cats sexually appealing, but something in my body is responding to petting them. After I pet a cat, I…uuuhhh…can’t stand up straight for a little while, if you know what I mean. This has happened to me for as long as I can remember, before I even knew what sex was. I guess this doesn’t exactly count as a “turn-on”, strictly speaking, but it’s still weird.
OK, nobody’s staring at YOU anymore, Ranchoth.
On to homo sapiens:
Asian women. The skin tone, long straight black hair, round face…everything. I sometimes find myself staring and not realizing it.
Having fingers run through the hair on the back of my neck. Fortunately, Horsewife considers this a turn-on for her. I used to keep it buzzed pretty short for military reasons and she won’t let me grow it any longer.
Back rubs. Well, not back rubs, but just a hand sliding gently down my back to include the buttocks.
The sexiest woman I ever saw and only for a few seconds: dressed just like an Old West school marm, brown heavy skirt to the ankles, dark brown boots, white puffy shirt with little buttons and lacey collar around the neck, except she had her hair down to her shoulders, which made it even better. I didn’t even really see her face, I just remember what she was wearing and the way she walked.
I was looking at my boyfriend last night, and I realized that one of the things I liked about him was the fact that he had large teeth. No, I’m not talking beaver-large, but they were very proportional. I seem to know a lot of guys who have tiny baby teeth, and that icks me out.
I also like a goodish amount of moles on a guy. Maybe because I’m the same way.
A tall woman with a larger than average nose. Gets me everytime. Add some long burnette hair, and she slays me.
A physics student named Fiske,
Had a stroke excessively brisk.
So fast was his action,
The Lorenz contraction,
Diminished his dong to a disk.
Dirty physics limericks…now that’s a turn on!
Okay, the weird one: if the back of a guy’s neck is clean and smooth–as in, not hairy, and when you can’t really see the spine. Okay, so, a pudgy neck. I like a fat back-of-the-neck, but not so fat that there are any creases. Creases are a no-no.
Something about a good smooth neck makes me just want to lick it.
Slightly more normal one: I like smart guys (duh), but what really revs me up is a good, cutting, insightful comment. If a guy can say something that just stops me dead, makes me say, “Holy fucking shit. I never thought about it that way before,” then, no matter how repulsive he is in any other way, I just get ridiculously turned on. And if he’s somebody I like and respect to begin with, then wwwwaaaaaaaa. . . hummina hummina. . . (Pod repeats her mantra. I do not date at work. I do not date at work. I do NOT date at work.)
Just curious, do you look at all your friend’s penises (penii?), or is there a story here?
OT:
//\etalhea|) , is that an accurate quote in your sig? What is the source.
Back to the topic: Petite women drive me batty, as do their calves and necks.