I can’t speak for everyone, but I don’t expect one person to ever completely match the list.
That might even be scary!
I just find all those things sexy. The studious guy with the great eyes in the that corner, the cowboy that just walked in, that guy over there talking in a sexy drawl, dear Lord, that chick in the boots…
Heh. Dragon*Con, for instance, had me at a high hum all weekend.
I can’t believe I forgot this, since it is one of my major, major turn-ons, and I don’t think it’s been mentioned yet.
Suits. I go weak in the knees at the sight of a man in a suit. I took a guy home one time just because he was wearing a suit (turned out I regretted it; he was terrible, but that’s another story). The suit has to fit well, though. Ill-fitting suit…no.
Without the suit jacket, a nice white dress shirt and tie will do it.
Hell, ties in general. My boss’s boss at my summer job would wear an oxford shirt with a tie, (Arden’s going to love this) cowboy boots and a baseball cap. I loved that look. Whoo.
You are so cute. Bow ties don’t really point anywhere, now do they? Maybe that’s why bow ties to me just scream, “Sexually repressed!” But that’s just me. YMMV.
So basically, Geobabe, you’re looking for a policeman in a tuxedo cradling a baby in his well toned arms and tossing off bons mots while playing right field for the Orioles. Did I miss anything?
Other perks: a good speaking/singing voice, excellent massage skills, a meaningful and interesting job, the ability to rid my apartment of big bugs. Oh, and he should be tall.
Robot Arm, my dear, dear friend, if you were a policeman in a tuxedo cradling a baby in his well toned arms who played right field for the Orioles, we wouldn’t even be having this discussion because I’d have you tied to my bed right now. Because you never fail to make me laugh. And that’s important.
