I like the strong and agile type, there's something deeply manly about a seemingly effortlessly performed grande cabriole. I like the tall and slim type, when they dress well they look stunning. I like the average cuddly guy for their average cuddlyness. But for some reason the body type that can get me turned on in the most unexpected situations is the short, broad bulldog-like type, like James Cagney. Preferably with warm, strong hands... *melts*
There was this time when I was really ill from pneumonia, I just wanted to crawl under a rock and die, and I was getting my lungs x-rayed. The male x-ray nurse was just that type, blonde with a hint of an eastern european accent and utterly professional. There I was, with my naked bosom pressed against the ice cold x-ray thingy, slowly choking to death on lung goo, with a serious case of sleep depravation, and still I managed to get all tingly by his slightest touch. It was like a trashy romance novel.
