Because I don’t think Diff T deserved to get pitted for the original version of this, and also I’d just quite like to know. But I’m also gonna include some non-physical traits in mine, because I can’t fall for a guy with a crap personality, no matter how much of a honey he is.
Here’s my photo-fit guy:
Height: He’s gotta be tall - sorry Diff T! But I’m 5"8 with a fetish for high heels, so he needs to be at least 6 foot! It’s a thing I have - I like to be able to cuddle up to my guy’s chest and feel all safe and protected. Plus, the taller he is, the tinier and more delicate I feel by comparison, so it’s good for my ego!
Hair: I’m all about extremes, so it can be either all wild and tangled and messy, or shaved (I love running my hands over a freshly-shaved fuzzy head). Colour wise, I prefer dark hair, but I have gone out with a couple of blondes and, a couple of years ago, the cutest red-head!
Facial hair: I have a love/hate relationship with stubble. I think it looks sexy as hell, but my sensitive skin is prone to stubble rash! I quite like goatees, too.
Eyes: Can be any colour, as long as there a definate colour - deep blue, piercing green, or darkest brown. Saying that though, my current bloke has hazel eyes, because any physical aspect can be overlooked if the guy has the following:
A sarcastic sense of humour: I have a very sarky, piss-taking sense of humour. I keep it under a very tight reign, as most people find it borders on rude. If I ever meet a guy who not only gets it, but can give back as good as he gets, I’m putty in his hands.
Quirks: Quirky is good, but only if they’re genuine - people who deliberately try to be “a bit mad” irritate the hell out of me. I fell for my bloke in part because he was so tickled by his mortgage broker being called Boris, and because he watches “Songs of Praise” every Sunday even though he’s not religious so he can sing along with the hymns, and sees nothing odd about this.
A bit of good ol’ fashioned manliness: Not to a neanderthal extreme, but he should have the ability to take charge occassionally. Wishy-washy “new men” who let themselves get bullied by their other halves bug me. I couldn’t have any respect for a man who did whatever I told him to, and I couldn’t feel any attraction for someone I didn’t respect.
So there you are. I’m sure there’s other stuff but I can’t think of it right now. Oh - except I also have this weird thing for mono-brows, don’t know what that’s all about…