Disclaimer -

These are just my thoughts on what I like about men. I'm pretty much just concentrating on the outside stuff, and yes, I KNOW there's so much more to a man than the physical. There've been fellow OSer's who've written similar things about women...and well...they've been kind of blasted. Please don't do that to me here. This is just meant to be light hearted and fun. 

I love men. Lots of them. Allllll kinds of them.... Tall - short. Skinny - Fat. Black - White. Young - Old. Hair - No Hair. Men in Kilts - Men in Jeans. And everything in between.

The other day at work, one of our maintenance crew was going up a ladder right outside my office. I happened to walk out and got a whiff of his soap from his morning shower. Bam! 

Today, an IT guy was in my office trying to fix my fax machine, and I caught a glimpse of tattoo's peeking out from his long sleeves. Before you know it, we were checking each others tattoo's out. Bam!

In line at a bookstore, I stood behind a man and stared at the back of his neck, where his hair was cut in a clean line. He had freckles. Bam!

The cardiovascular doctor who comes into our lab and works with my doc on occasion. (Well, I've had a crush on him for years, but shhh...) He looks better the older he gets. All I have to do is look at his hair and Bam! 

And with people I know...it's even more intense. I just love to look at them, talk to them, smell them, listen to them, watch them....

Check this out even...I talk to a friend on the phone, who doesn't even live here, and at times, the very sound of his voice makes my man-love radar go off. I'm into voices. 

Yeah. It hits me like that. I'm just innocently going along about my day, when these episodes hit me just like that. Yeah, I have a partner. No, I'm not lacking...I just like men. Being married to an intensely jealous guy for years, I was never allowed to indulge in my love for men. Frankly, I had no desire at that point anyway. So yes! Now that I'm free, I seem to be enjoying men an extra lot these days. And that just rocks.

There's just something about the virility of men. I like their arms, their backs, their hands, their faces...their eyes. Yes indeed.  I like the way they walk, they way they laugh at something funny, the way they engage in conversation, the way they flirt. 

God! I just love men! 

 Now, don't ask me whether or not I want to live with one. That's a whole other post!