[sub]All right, so I don’t get much practice with online flirting, so what…[/sub]
For me, it’s rarely something physical. Thinking back to the first time that King Horny opened up a big can o’ whup-ass on me (and many subsequent times, when you get down to it) there’s a particular facial expression that kind of reels me in. One guy in particular had this combination of angelic eyes and “dare you,” pure mischief smile. Something about that look gets me in trouble every time. Not that I’m bitching about that, mind
The other thing I’m an absolute sucker for, is someone who’s recently been dumped. Just call me Miss Rebound…
My blonde husband in a black turtleneck makes me swoon every time.
I’m a member of a rescue squad that is part of our local fire department. I love truck washing day. All the firefighters put on their bunker pants and boots and take their shirts off…half uniformed half nekkid firefighters…mmmmmmm…and they’re WET to boot!
I notice a mans hands more than anything else. Nice big strong hands that look like they could handle anything. A man with hands that are whiter and softer than mine is icky. It doesn’t matter what the rest of him looks like.
Having the answers memorized is one thing; being able to ask and then answer the other five questions on the card having been asked the first is another.
Alright, I’ll edit the challenge. We’ll go with the Baby Boomer edition, and you still get to pick the stakes, Maeg.
Oh, and jmonster (hey! Haven’t talked to you since ChiDope! How are ya?), OCD would be a good thing in that instance. It’s that whole thing about buttoning and unbuttoning the coat six times, and driving the truck aroound the block a few times that did me in.
My wife comes from a close knit family. Her mother is one of seven sisters and they are all pretty close.
On one of my first big family gatherings after being introduced to them all (and fearing social situations) I took my grey around the temples head and went and played soccer with their kids. (and I totally kicked ass against them)
So now all my aunt-in-laws seem to ‘really like’ me.
huuummmmmm…
In general circumstances, it can’t, given the ease of use of Google. However, we’re all friends here, and can be trusted not to search for answers.
So, IRC looks like the best way to go, I suppose, with an impartial third (or fourth, or fifth) party handling the questions and adjudicating close answers.
(And just to stay on topic- a surprising thing that makes a woman sexy to me is an ability to find the answer to any question through a search engine within 20 seconds. Oh, man, skilled usage of the engine; nothing quite like it.)
The way a man looks from behind. Wide strong shoulders, narrow waist, round ass in a tight pair of jeans. . . . Mmmmmmmmmmmmm baaaaaaa-byyyyyyyyyyyy.
The way those upper back muscles feel when they contract.
Motorcycle cops with handcuffs.
Sweaty firemen with dirty faces.
Baseball players.
Messy hair.
Good voice, big laugh. Accents.
Expressive bedroom eyes (Josh Harnett is a perfect example).
Guys who are really uncomfortable doing things like shopping, cooking, wearing a tux, but do them anyway just to make me smile. If they are willing to do these things for me, I am more than willing to do “things” for them.
Definitely the baby thing as well as acknowledging and speaking to my kids like they are real people.
Someone who smells good.
A guy who is not only vocal in bed, but knows when to talk sweet, sexy, or down-right nasty.
The sound of their breath when it quickens and then the sound of their moans. There ain’t much sexier than that!
Men who are strong and big (not necessarily huge or muscular, but not willowy and lean) and make you feel protected. I like my men to have some physical substance on their bones with a little bit of Neanderthal mentality (think Puddy on Seinfeld).
Okay, I’ll toss a suggestion out there and see if it falls to the ground like a wet newspaper. I’ve seen this one on an online journal I read, and it’s a little odd.
Men with blood on their faces. When the star of the movie has been beaten up, this woman thinks that looks way sexier than before the fight. Actors she wouldn’t give a second glance suddenly get her fires roaring.
So. Weird? Attractive?
FWIW, the reverse (beat-up women) most emphatically DOES NOT work for me. Now, a woman who’s been exercising hard and looks all disheveled, like Linda Hamilton at the end of Terminator or T2, or Ripley after she’s rescued Newt… that’s different…
Mmmmm… I’ll jump on that, but it depends on how the blood got there. Bruce Willis in Die Hard… Mel Gibson in Braveheart… Liam Neeson… oh yeah. But something like Saving Private Ryan, or a blood-n-guts horror movie, nah.
Someone will probably chime in here and say it appeals to the inner nuturer, that we want to take care of the poor bloodied baby, but I will emphatically deny that. It’s much more primal than that for me… it shows me that a guy knows how to get a little rough. You know that scene in the first Highlander movie? Where Christopher Lambert utters the line “Do as I say, woman”? Sometimes I want that.
IRC might work, but truly I do not know whether I will be able to block a big enough slot for a real game in advance. I just got two new matters at work today, so I will be putting in at least the next few weekends at the office. We shall see.
