For me, it’s corporate attorneys, too, since I’ve worked mostly with them, but God. Yes.
What arrogant, egotistical fucks too many of them can be, but I will not tell a lie: HOT!
Although, I must say, the rose does wither a bit when they wear (what I think are) the wrong shoes (Suit + loafers? Please, don’t.), or unshined shoes (ewww!–can I see my reflection, please?), or shoes with worn heels (I can’t be the ONLY guy who wears heel taps–preferably metal, thank you very much–can I?).
I feel I’ve been whooshed in some way - it was a serious reply, although maybe my phrasing sounded harsh, it was a factual description that seemed to fit the OP. I could elaborate if that would help?
I hate to admit that Freud was right about anything, but… There’s something undeniably hot about guns. Even if the weilder is a girl, but especially if it’s an attractive guy. You ever see the Boondock Saints? Try this clip 2:19 in. Oh. My. God.
No you’re not, but I seriously wish you were. I think men that wear metal heel taps should be hung off a bridge. Walking behind men who sound like they’re wearing stilleto heels makes me want to push them into the the way of oncoming traffic.
I’ve always found men wearing kilts somewhat ludicrous. I’ve volunteered at the Ren festival last 5 years for charity, and 95% of men wearing kilts *are * ludicrous.
But, oh, that other 5%. Hot damn.
How you men can resist women in skirts all day long without running your hands up their thighs is beyond me.
Jewel and Sporty Spice are perfect examples. Both are beautiful women and both have that little flaw that makes them real.
As again for Lady S, that’s just the kind of thing where if I was watching TV with my girlfriend and I said “Damn, she’s hot” she’d look at me like I’d just blown my nose on the curtains or something.
Wow, such (unwarranted, IMHO) hostility for, in the grand scheme of things, such a minor offense. I certainly wasn’t expecting that–not even at the Dope, where I’ve come to expect just about anything. I mean, it’s not as if I go around kicking people’s puppies with my metal-tapped shoes. (Your statement about “men who sound like they’re wearing stilleto [sic] heels” causes me to wonder: Do you feel the same way about women who wear stiletto heels, or is there some issue with non-gender conformity here?)
Having said that, I admit that, if you’re not used to it, the sound can be…unusual. The thing is, I’ve tried rubber taps before, and (a) they wear out too quickly for my liking, or (b) because of the rate at which they wear out, the staples/nails with which they’re attached come loose or fall out, and not at the same time, so you unexpectedly find yourself walking around with dangling or swinging taps. Not a good look, and not a convenient situation if I’m not near a cobbler, so I’ll stick with my metal taps. If it helps, though, I do wear rubber taps on the toes of my shoes; they don’t wear as quickly there.
And since I prefer to remain untrampled upon by traffic, I’ll be sure to always walk *behind * you.
If contemporary fashion is to be observed, I guess I’m not supposed to be attracted to pubic hair on women. But when my sexual receptors were being developed, a large patch on that part of the body sent a stong visual signal (and held an equally strong olfactory signal, for that matter).
My gut reaction to shaved women is “maybe I should come back after it’s healed.”
Given my posting history regarding guns and the like (though I don’t expect anyone to recall it) I really had to think before I posted this.
But I totally agree with you. I was…well not dating, sleeping with a guy who was a cop. He would stay at my place when he was in town for training. The belt with the gun, handcuffs and stuff just got me really going. I can’t stand guns in any other context, don’t allow them in my home etc. But OH MY GOD the sight of him in that belt…I should probably stop now.
True, I will commute your sentence to being forced to bungee jump off a bridge and pushed in front of an oncoming golf cart giving you plenty of time to jump out of the way.
The hostility comes from the sorts of people who wear metal heel taps (in the UK that is); they are, in my experience, always City lawyers/bankers/twats who you would probably assist me with hanging off a bridge if you saw them.
Me too – not your boss’s daughter, but teen chix in general. (I excuse myself by telling myself it’s sociobiologically hardwired for a guy to be attracted to females on the cusp of their prime breeding years – that is, that excuses the feeling so long as I don’t do anything about it.)
I’d never do anything about it. Ever. Really.
That said, there is a quirky/cute lady in my office who always drops by my desk these days. She’s whacky…but in a strangely attractive way (today she was humming Christmas carols). Shocking red hair, freckles, and a tattoo: I’ve never found those qualities attractive by themselves on people. But on her, they work.
I repeat: I’d never do anything about it. Ever. Really.
Still, in my fantasies, if she stopped by the work-out room where I’m usually alone and flirted with me there, I’d bang her until the cleaning people complained about the stains on the carpet…
What’s that revolting artist, the one who does all that stuff about impaling women on stakes and eating them and stuff? The kind of thing that makes you feel the women’s movement has utterly and totally failed and that our foremothers’ sacrifices were all for naught?
Being unquestionably heterosexual, I should not find Daniel Radcliffe in the bath scene of Goblet of Fire sexy; but I saw that and said “Ok, now I understand why 40-year old woman teachers risk going to prison for affairs with underage students”.