I like that women are intuitive, emotional, socially aware, nurturing, soft, and when opened properly, sexual freaks. And though I have little use for things like astrology, psychics, and other mystical things, I like that women are prone to liking those things. I find it endearing.
Abs. Male abs are gorgeous. Six-packs on women…they don’t appeal to me at all.
Men are protective in that super growly I AM ALPHA WOLF way. I mean, women can totally be lionesses, but I’ve always equated it with protecting the babies and not like romance novel cover shielding their mate.
Men also tend to skew towards being more geeky. Give me a man who will debate with me Warcraft lore and I will be happy.
Male (complete with chromosomes), non-exclusively heterosexual.
Women smell amazing. This is a big thing for me; it’s hard to sustain any sort of lasting (physical) attraction with a woman unless I like how she smells. The thing I miss the most about being in a committed relationship is falling asleep with my face buried in her hair. It’s intoxicating. Men don’t smell half as good as women.
I like men’s legs and arms, especially if they’re veiny. Stubble (both face and scalp) is hot. Penii too. I love me some penis.
Women are easier to get along with. You’re not competing with them (speaking only as a man), and when neither party is trying to impress the other, the dynamic is a lot less stressful. I like direct and forceful, but I don’t like how my fellow men tend to get into contests over the most trivial things to prove a point.
But women who exhibit masculine traits are that much hotter. I’m absolutely enthralled by women with short hair and ‘man-hands’. I was absolutely nuts over a friend of mine with huge, veiny hands and feet, and I’m positively obsessed with tall women (I’m not a short man). Women who unselfconsciously combine traits of both genders make me go all weak and rubbery in the knees.
Same goes for men, too, but not quite in the same way; suffice it to say that most of the men I’ve been attracted to have been tall, skinny guys that write poetry and talk frankly about their feelings, while most women I’ve been attracted to have been tall, know how to use power tools and could probably beat the shit out of me.
I can totally appreciate women and the whole “yay! boobies!” thing but I’ve never really been with one (outside my own mind) so I’m gonna identify as a hetero F here and talk about men.
Physically: shoulders. Ooooo … lovely muscles, smooth skin. The shape of the back of a man’s shoulders, how they taper into a long back … yum.
Socially: that whole “say what you mean, mean what you say” thing is awesome. Truly a wonder.
Oh, and the whole penis thing. What a wonderful toy.
I love the sound of a man’s voice.
I love how he smells.
I love his smooth shoulders and back and how warm he is to the touch.
I love how calm he is even when it feels like the world is caving in.
Smell is a big one for me. 99% of female perfumes either annoy me, or I barely notice them. But the right scent on a man can be intoxicating.
I pretty much melt when I hear men with a slightly deeper voice, too.
As far as physical traits, I’m attracted to facial hair and I like a guy’s hands to be bigger than mine and slightly calloused or scarred. I’m not sure why.
Interesting (or maybe not) how what we like best about the opposite sex is that masculine/feminine polarity. (Sven of the Jungle being a notable exception.)
In my list I didn’t mention voice, but I do like women with girly voices. Kathleen Turner just doesn’t do it for me.
Yeah, that works! I’ve got enough on my plate competing with the other women. I do enjoy boxing, so that does reinforce your theory. Good work!
In other developments, I also love that hollow space between men’s shoulders, just below the neck. I like to nuzzle that spot and bite those teeny tiny little downy hairs off. One. by. one.
I forgot two more:
Physical: that one really comfy spot men have on their shoulders. You nestle your head there, and the whole world is suddenly a much better place. Ahh.
Social: Men seem to not have this need to self-impose eating restrictions for no medical (or otherwise) reason. If they wanna eat healthy, they’ll order a salad, and feel all self-congratulatory about how healthy they’re being. Women will order a salad and then eyeball my fries, whining softly under their breath (or making catty comments about what I’m eating). Bitch, get your own damn fries.
Chins. I love a strong male chin. Nice to look at. Nice to run your hand against, or to snuggle under, to feel it scrape against your skin with a day or two of hair growth.
Ooh, agreed. I love when a guy is just the right height that his chin can sit on the top of my head when we hug. And stubble is nice to feel against your fingertips, but I can’t stand kissing and feeling like I’m scraping up against sandpaper.