Don’t bother resisting, Beagle. Once you snipped it like that, it was obvious to everyone.
So, Cranky, going back into the reserves would be a good thing, then… Yes?
voguevixen, Maybe this will get you… [sub]No, that’s not me.[/sub]
Strong hands and forearms. Ohyes. Don’t know why, but I’m a sucker for good hands. 
Another vote here for the greying. Mmmmmm.
Guys that can do the raise-one-eyebrow thing, and who know WHEN to use it.
I adore sarcastic and cynical men. Men who are gonna grow up to be curmudgeons.
I love the ‘rode hard and put up wet’ look. Think Lance Henrikson.
I’m quirky about certain habits. A guy that chews on his bottom lip when he’s thinking just makes me swoon.
Okay… gonna go for a walk now…
-BK
oh, and I almost forgot. Firemen.
Firemen firemen firemen. My god, the firemen. I want to be rescued and subsequently ravished by a soot covered fireman.
and if wanting that is wrong, I don’t want to be right.
jarbaby
Damn, I should be a walking babe magnet then. Let’s see…
Check. And check again, if you count my second cat.
Affirmative. Started changing my brother’s diapers when I was four.
Uhhh…yeah. Narrow but fairly long. I call it patrician, my mom calls it Jewish. At least it’s not wide or bulbous. 
Just polished my Docs last night.
Hehehe. Try me.
Years of fencing and martial arts.
Uhh…I think so. Girl I met this weekend said I speak like a poet. Sure, I don’t fucking get it, but who am I to argue? And since she called me back, well, I am not going to look in a gift horse’s mouth.
Oh yeah. Years of playing clarinet. And due to fencing with a heavy weapon, I can pound nails into oak with my forearms. Well, my left forearm, at least. And no, I don’t look like I had polio as a child.
My momma always tells me to stop chewing on my lip when the smoke starts coming out of my ears. Time to ignore her then.
Sure, while about 95% of this post is unadulterated self-congratulatory trash, the remaining 5% is appreciative of all of the wonderful women out there who appreciate the finer things in life.
MR
Good lord yes. And cops. It’s that whole primal alpha-male thing. I saw this cop (who I knew personally and was already hot for) take this guy down and while he’s kneeling on the guy’s back putting the cuffs on, I’m thinking “Take me now, big daddy.”
There is a place walking distance from my last apartment that server fresh, homemade frozen custard. It is better than ice cream, and I’d love to buy you a cone.
As in jacket?
Oh my god, I’m sweating. “KNEELING ON THE GUYS BACK”
growwowowll
and lieu, good smoking as in, I saw a guy at John Barleycorn’s smoking and he looked so uncomfortable doing it. He looked like he just started smoking yesterday, as opposed to some people I know who smoke as if they were born doing it.
jarbaby
Are we just talking about cigarettes and cigars here, or are pipes also sexy? (Pleeease don’t toss me into the brier patch!)
And smoking illegal substances? Is that sexy?
Let’s see…
Chest hair, mild cologne, dimples, rolled up sleeves, strong hands, laugh lines around the eyes, intelligence, loyalty, chivalry, good hearty laugh…
Mr. Seawitch has twin five-year old sons from his previous marriage. This past weekend, I sat and watched the three of them play on the grass - and Mr. S. was wearing his Army camoflage pants at the time.
I drool just thinking about it.
I’m gonna second the vote for wit. Intelligence is right up there, too. I don’t know if this is universally true, but I swear that big brains make for better lovers.
Kilts. With the aforementioned good calves.
Maeglin - all those qualifications, plus you could whip out a blade to defend your lady’s honor? You are a walking babe magnet.
Oh my God! I left out military men… don’t you just want to ravage one of those Marines? Those sexy fitting uniforms and ultra-masculine essence…so much pride and discipline you just want to grab them and take advantage of them in a closet… geez, it’s getting hot in here…
Firemen
Cops
Occasionally, UPS shorts do a sweet thing to men’s thighs
Worker bees in general
Ok, there’s this guy I work with…excuse me…there’s this red-hot stud muffin I work with, and he is an all-purpose-make-it-happen kind of guy. He can fix anything. He is bald (the good kind) with huge arms and strong calloused hands and an ass that will not stop.
He is also stump dumb.
Do you see where I’m going with this, jarbaby? It is truly a thing of beauty to see him walk in the door in the summer, dripping with sweat, his shirt clinging to his beautiful six-pack stomach, his cowboy boots all dusty.
Yes, God, he wears cowboy boots. Oh my.
Note to self: If I move to North Carolina, have nephew and niece visit frequently.
Glasses. And cooking skills. And long eyelashes.
I hope you’re going right to my front door with him. I believe that the Welder is probably stump dumb, but a genius when it comes to bedding ladies.
Dumb workhorses are ideal for the fantasy one night stand.
jarbaby
Let’s see:
Trivial Pursuit?
Yep. No one in my family will play me.
Cat?
Yep. Beru “Da Squid” KittyCat
Good with kids?
Yep. My niece, Kiera, loves me to death.
Fireman?
Nope. But I would have been third generation had I passed the psychological test. My OCD and anxiety disorder disqualified me.
Strong arms/hands?
Yep. Played the drums for several years.
Crooked smile?
Almost. More a mischevious crooked grin.
All this, and I’m single. Who wants me?
Men in kilts - trés sexy
http://www.fortunecity.com/bally/tallow/51/index.html
Also men who write silly, perverted stories about sheep
Boots. Cowboy boots. Doc Martens. Work boots. BOOTS. I like boots. Don’t know why.
Hats. You have to be able to pull off wearing a hat. Gunslinger does this well. Not baseball caps. Every guy I know wears baseball caps. No. I mean cowboy hats. Aussie hats. Fedoras. Those funny little British driving caps that golfers also wear and there’s a snap so the top attaches to the brim, you know what I mean, those things. Real hats. Not every man can wear a hat. The ones who can gain points thereby.
Even now that I’ve lived in the deep south for two months I’m still not sick of Southern accents. They’re yummy. And there are so many variations on them. I never noticed as many variants on the Northern accent as I have on the Southern. Alabamans speak differently from Gulf Coasters speak differently than North Mississippians speak different from Tennesseeans speak differently than Virginians speak differently than Louisianans speak differently than Texans. Dinner table discussion with my friends I spend as much of my attention analyzing and revelling in all the different accents as I do listening to what they’re saying.
A guy who knows how to work with his hands. And yes you could very easily make a sexual reference there. I mean it not just in that way, though. Guys who can build things, or do wiring, or fix cars, or such. Useful = Sexy.
Kilts are also sexy. Utilikilts are even more sexy, if you ask me, because not only do they have the kilt vibe going for them, they also have this slightly punk vibe. Ultra punk guys are intimidating but a hint of punk/antiestablismentism is awesome.
Oh, and hot cars. I have strange ideas of what constitutes a “hot car,” though. If a guy had a Hudson Hornet I’d shag him just to get a chance to drive the car.