A rough and tumble studious type?
You mean the type who’d get blood on his glasses?
And I am glad to hear from the lady that said “chivalrous”.
I had feared we were going out of style.
-Tygr, raised to be a gentleman.
C’mere, Tygr and I’ll tie you to the couch next to your wife and we won’t be watching The Princess Bride, either.
[sub]Whoa. Now there’s a fantasy that came out of nowhere[/sub]
Can I sign up for some of that?
Glasses are good. I’m particularly fond of the round type.
Graying is also good. Very, very good. You men that think that premature graying sucks? Stop it right now. It does NOT suck. No, no, no. It’s yummy. 
Know what else doesn’t suck? Balding. Balding is good. Just don’t do the over-the-top comb-over. That’s icky.
Mustaches. OH MY GODDESS I LOVE MUSTACHES. They’re hot. Oh yeah.
One more thing–a man who pretty much has his s*** together is good. You don’t have to be utterly meticulous about everything, and being able to roll with punches is also good. But as long as you can at least find your butt with both hands, that’s a big plus, in my book.
Beagledave, did you give a tender kiss to the top of that sweet little head after the picture was shot? 'Cause I can see it all in my minds eye. You gently lower the baby and look directly into the eyes of the lucky woman taking the picture.
Too bad there ain’t much sleeping going on with a baby that small in the house.
::frantically takes notes::
Glasses are always good…geeky guys. Tell me you have a gig of RAM and my toes curl.
Someone who can teach me things I don’t know, and learn things they don’t know. Guys who think about sex a lot, but think about other things more-- just guys who think a lot, actually.
Someone who’ll understand when I whimper at them about being PMSsy, bring me chocolate, and offer to rub my feet.
Being smarter than me is good; acting like it when you’re not is bad. Winning arguments is okay, but any guy I want to be with will understand that I have only one response to losing an argument, and that’s get pouty until it percolates in that I’m wrong, and then drag him off to bed to…um…apologize.
And, what the hey, here’s my all-inclusive qualifications list:
- Must be willing to eat my cooking without complaint or cook for himself.
- Must not take off socks, wad into little balls, and leave in living room. Also, not snoring is a bonus, but not required.
- Must have standards of personal cleanliness that approximate mine.
- Must respect me as a person; must support my continuing my studies (as in not being snide about “what are you learning that for?”)
- Must respect my prior relationships: family, friends, and cats, and attempt to get along/be polite to them. (If a guy can’t get along with my cat, he’s a real jerk. My cat is a total pushover.)
That’s it. And if I ever meet someone whose neuroses match mine, I’ll carry him off straightaway. Or enlist his assistance, if he’s bigger than me…
Corr
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Check. I live alone, so I’m teaching myself to cook. After discovering that my cat wouldn’t even eat my cooking, I have decided that I could never insult anyone else’s.
Check. I don’t snore, nor do I leave my socks in little balls in the living room. My cat likes to chew on them, so I’m almost obsessive about putting them in the hamper.
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Well, I don’t know your personal cleanliness standards, but I consider myself at least average. I shower daily, wash my hair daily, brush my teeth twice a day, etc…
After being kicked out of college, I have the utmost respect for people that are able to succeed at it.
I’ve befriended MY cat, and she’s the most antisocial animal I’ve ever seen. She hates everyone but me. I love cats. I also respect a close-knit family, and good, close friends.
I’m waiting to be carried away!
Does anyone else have Julie Brown going through their heads?
*The bigger they come
the harder I fall
in love 'til we’re done
then they’re out in the hall
I like 'em big and stupid
I like 'em big and real dumb*
Cats: got three of 'em. Love 'em. Life without cats just wouldn’t work.
Graying: at my age, it isn’t exactly ‘premature’, but I think I’m graying nicely.
Trivial Pursuit: I’ll start playing again if I can find people who can compete with me. (Dopers ought to be the ticket for that, though!)
Glasses: Yup.
Moustache: and beard.
Uniform: I’ve been informed that academic robes don’t quite qualify. Ah, well. 
*Intelligence: I think I’ve got a few working brain cells to rub together.
Cooking: back during my single days, I always found cooking a candlelight dinner for a babe to be a good way of getting the relationship moving in the right direction. Haven’t lost my touch, my wife tells me.
Sarcastic wit: I can sneak the occasional zinger in there.
Collarbones: yup.
But negatory on pretty much everything else. I’ve got legs that are good for hiking fifteen miles or bicycling for fifty, but I’ll never have that upper-body muscled look. My nose is your average garden-variety nose. I don’t smoke, and I’m not going to start. (Lord knows enough people on this board are trying to stop.)
How does off-the-wall humor (Python/Marx/HHG/Firesign/MST3K) score with the ladies?
LaurAnge already posted my “big-shoulder” thing…but how about dark hair and light blue eyes? Mmmmm…
My husband was more than half gray when I met him, at 25 years old. Every hair (EVERY hair) from his eyebrows down, including moustache and chest, was jet black. The bozo wanted to dye his hair, but I wouldn’t let him. Hmmmm…maybe I should let him…I didn’t know other women liked that so much! 
The six-pack is a little buried now, but the silver has taken over on top. Whoo!
And best of all…HE DOESN’T UNDERSTAND FOOTBALL. Couldn’t name a single pro football player, couldn’t care less. And he can fix anything in the house. Mechanical competence…light blue eyes…mrow.
Mm, ditto on the dark hair/light blue eyes… add in a really intense gaze that just has you paralyzed and wanting to blurt out every sordid little fantasy you’ve ever had not to mention all those times you… uhm… blink
Big biceps and shoulder (the better to wrap arms/legs around) dark silky hair, dark silky longish hair, ok, I know some people will eww this but a heavy brow. yes.
Sarcastic attitude, the ability to be a true asshole when required WITHOUT acting like one constantly, the ability to put up with ME, talking dirty over the phone/in public when I cant do shit about it, telling me I’m good in bed (which of course is only a turnon after the fact) funny, smarter than I am without being a pompous ass, bald can be very good (depends on the shape of the skull) the quirky eyebrow thing does it for me too, plus the lopsided grin. An aggressive driver is a big turnon for me. I don’t mean the kind that cuts off old ladies and puts em in the ditch, the kind who knows where the hell he’s going and doesn’t waste any damn time. Uniforms are very drooly. remembers an RCMP officer who used to patrol the area… hmmm… cute. nice ass also is very appreciated.
A guy who can handle a gun. Is that bad?
Oh, and southern accents. melty
jarbabyj, the Welder? Oh my. I think I’ll finish that story at home. :eek:
A few more, since I’m getting all worked up:
Smart men
American men who speak Italian…hehehe
Men with meat on their bones but still solid (that make sense?)
Men who make things work
Men who are half-Mr. Big Dick and half-Mr. Romantic Sugarpie
Men who do not shy way from confrontation when it is called for, context being the key
Men who listen when they should and talk when they should
Men who would fight for a woman’s affection
Did I mention men who are attorneys?
a man who doesn’t swear.
weird i know, but i met a californian guy when i was travelling (just back from a month backpacking around europe) who said “oh my GOODness” in the cutest way imaginable, when anyone else i know would have said something a lot cruder…
short, soft hair, like a brush…feels SO good…everywhere!!
good shoes, the best thing about italian men is the suits, belts, and SHOES!
and finally…fresh sweat, not stinky old stuff, but the smell on a guy just after working out, running, dancing, energetic sex, whatever. such a turn on.
these are probably my weirdest turn-ons.
I’m more of a cheek smoocher these days…she gets dozens a day from me now…
Not that she has me wrapped around her pinkie or anything…
Um…brown hair, Paul Newman/John Travolta blue eyes. That I have been told are quite piercing.
Baby, you can drive my car! I’m as sarcastic as they come. I wasn’t born an asshole, nor am I one by inclination. But I CAN be. And I can put up with anyone (my limits were tested after being snowed in for four days with my mother, two brothers, and my older brother’s best friend, who I cannot stand). Funny? I’m a stand-up comic. I can do the wuirky eyebrow thing, and my grin is very lop-sided. I know where I’m going, and no problems getting there. Nice ass, or so I’m told. Handle a gun? Yup. My dad used to own pistols and rifles. My little brother owns a Beretta. I’m shot more than my share of rounds. Southern accent? Well, I live in Kentucky. I’m FROM Indiana, thought, so the accent isn’t noticable unless you’re from New England. But I be more than willing to tell you you’re good in bed after the sex in my Southern Accent that I can adopt.
So, Venoma, how YOU doin’?
Superdude, engaged to a dark-haired blue eyed southern gun nut(mild obsession) who, unfortunately, bought a Civic EX. 
He likes driving my car.
Now if things don’t work out… Kentucky, you say? 
What the hell. I’ll play. I’ll stick with the objective points as much as possible.
Greying hair: Yeah, I have two gray hairs right here by my left temple. Wait, I’ll show you. See, it’s right…oh let me see here. It right around…no that’s a blond one…is that…? Yeah, I think that’s one. Wait, I lost it. Hey, where are you going?
Cat ownership: I have one. I used to have two, but the stray I had adopted died about a year ago. The one I have pisses me off frequently, because he tends to chew up everything I own, but I still treat him nice. Is it OK if the cat pisses me off?
Good with kids: I’m pretty good with my nephew and niece, and my friends’ kids, I think. They seem to like me.
Crooked lips: Looks that way to me in a lot of my pictures. Glad to see it’s a good thing.
Smoking: Hell no. Not gonna start either. My voice is generally pretty smooth, unless I have a cold or have been yelling.
Good at Trivial Pursuit: Oh yeah, I kick ass at Trivial Pursuit. C’mon, who want a piece of me? Bring it on! I agree with those of you who say that Genus III and IV are dumbed down. Have you tried the Millennium Edition? It’s definitely more challenging, along the lines of Genus I and II.
Calves: Thanks to heredity, I have naturally skinny legs. I have to work out for them to look normal. I have strong calves, but I don’t know that they look it.
Able to parallel park: Whoo, you would’ve loved me on my 16th birthday when I took my driving test. That talent has faded since then, though.
Biceps/Arms: Well-toned but not huge. Yeah baby, I got it goin’ on. Yeeeeaaahh. Got strong hands too. I can crush diamonds into coal with these puppies.
Raise one eyebrow: Quite talented here. I can make my eyebrows do the wave.
Fireman/uniform: Nope. But I can play one.
Chest hair: Plenty. But it seems to be trying to progress to my shoulders. Cease! Halt! Desist, I say!
Dimples/laugh lines: Got dimples; one larger than the other. Got laugh lines too.
Eyelashes: Women envy me for my eyelashes.
Glasses: Eh, not gonna happen. I have something like 20/15 vision. Maybe in 15-20 years I’ll need 'em.
Southern accent: Opinions vary. Doper-wise MI and CA dopers seem to think I have one, whereas no one else does. I can always summon one up, though–a genuine one, not that Hollywood/Gone With the Wind horse-hockey (<—for irishgirl).
Cooking skills: I can cook. Just give me a few extra hours and don’t watch.
Boots/hat: Hiking boots? Hiking hat?
Blood on my face: Not right now, but give me a few minutes.
Balding: Hairline receding, poco a poco.
Moustache: I look like a complete dork with a moustache. Trust me. I look OK with a full beard or a van Dyke I think, although a full beard tends to make my forehead a little too obvious (see Balding). Right now I’m clean shaven, although if requested by a lady who met my fancy I would grow a full beard or van Dyke. No moustache, though. No way in Hell.
Light blue eyes: Opposite end of the spectrum here. How about dark brown eyes? Are those close enough?
This turned out longer than I had anticipated, but I spent all that time and effort typing it out. I’m keeping it.
Yes. But dying to get out of it. So wherever you are’s okay, too
What about the guys who match some of your checklist items, but not others, and couldn’t care less about the ones he doesn’t match, but who gives you what you need, regardless of what you say you want? How sexy is he?