Men

I like men. Even though they can be thoughtless, clueless, stinky beasts. I am not a skank, but I like looking at 'em. Looking is alright, as long as I don't touch. So chill.

I like short men, tall men, medium men, white men, black men, brown men, yellow men. I like bald men, hairy men, men with long hair, men with hair on thier hands, but not with hair on thier backs... ewww. I like skinny men, chubby men, outright fat men, but I love men with muscles. I love smart men, street smart men, people smart men, but not dumb men. I like men with nice teeth, men with blue eyes, brown eyes, green eyes. Long eyelashes are nice. Men who give good massages are great too!

But I love a man who is a man. Having a penis does not make you a man.

Taking care of your bidness (kids, family, home, having and KEEPING a job), honesty, faithfulness, and loyalty are a few of the qualities that make you a true dude.

Actually, what attracts me to a guy can be very random. I like one guy because he seems so nervous around me and it flatters my big ego. I also like his quirkiness. Another guy got my attention because he had a beautiful laugh. It was a gentleman's laugh and made me go 'oh'. It didn't hurt that he is a nice looking man who is educated and square. But that laugh had me. His face also has character. He looks tired but friendly. I dig him. One of my ex boyfriends had a nice sense of humor and it is always good to have someone around who can make you laugh.

I also like geeks. They can be straight out geeks or so called 'cool guys' who can get lost in Best Buy. I like squares too. There is nothing wrong with a guy who is on point about himself. I don't want no thugs. All that brings is heartache and continued brokeness keeping thier butts out of trouble, and they will never have a job, so having kids with them is a definite no no unless you like working when you should be on bedrest or before your stitches have healed from your ceasarian.