What makes you sexy?

Say, Bunny, you ever seen a Marine in Full Dress Blues?

Hmm…

Me, sexy?
A lot…

Beautiful eyes, sexy smile, deep and sweet voice, tall and thin looks, easygoing style, (sometimes outrageous) sense of humor, calm and laid-back nature…

Hey, I reall am a sexy dude!

I grew up in the Corps, nothing finer than a Marine in full dress blues

Horse piss.

Oh. My. God.

Say, is it hot in here? I think I need to cool off a bit.

Nope. I need to go shower.

The sad eyes.
The tattoo.

Seriously thinking about getting a nipple pierced.

They’ve been bugging you too? Sheesh. :wink:

From informed sources (informed meaning they tell me things I like to hear):

  • My attention, and that I’m an incredible listener.
  • My “wisdom”, which I refuse to be anything other than dubious about.
  • My voice, and the way I say “hmm” apparently has wiggle-inducing powers to at least two wonderful ladies.
  • My intelligence and sense of humor, to the select few worthy of me. [sub]Good, good. That sounded convincing, my face remained inscrutably calm and meaningful.[/sub]
  • My smirk apparently causes a combination of some finding it a combination of sexy, and wanting to smack me. Depending on how, that latter can be good as well. It was once called The Smirk, with audible capitalization, by a student in a creative writing course I was in; she just wanted to smack me though, I’m pretty sure, primarily because it came out while others were painfully trying to be positive about her latest poetry, which rivaled Vogon in quality. But I digress.
  • The way I digress. [sub]good save, good save…[/sub]
  • The way I do asides to myself. [sub]oooh, baby![/sub]
  • And apparently, I just look damn cute. That I’m physically attractive to a few sets of eyes belonging to those who matter very, very much to me, is something I’m still having trouble wrapping my noggin around.

Have I ever, he asks. Sugar, you know my history. :wink: Whadda ya tryin’ to do…get me all flustered on a Monday?

Great. There goes my concentration for the day.

::Bunny walks away, humming, “From the Halls of Montezuma…”::

all the stereotyped stuff.

my dirty laugh

my body :
5 feet nothing, 100 pounds. 30DD boobs. i’m a freak of nature.

big brown eyes (not hazel, not muddy. DARK brown)

long black hair

my screwed up accent (northern irish/irish/zimbabwe)

my mind (hey, i’m a medical student, that’s sexy, right?)

my sense of humour

the fact that i get drunk after 3 beers.