It’s all about the bits

When you’re single, and don’t particularly care where your next boyfriend is coming from, pickiness is next to godliness. Which boils down to being able to eye up and even chat up blokes who float your boat purely because they’re physically blessed with something that always has and always will turn your insides to mush.
That may sound a bit shallow. OK, a lot shallow. But guys do it, so why can’t we pay tribute to the best bits of the male form? I’ll kick things off with my personal favourite: chunky man hands. Thick, masculine fingers adept at changing a tyre, hammering in a nail, fixing a pipe, building a brick wall... ohhh yep. Deep breaths. It's fairly random, I know, but ask around and you’ll find every girl’s got her thing.
For Kim, it’s forearms. "The thicker the better, and I like it when there are veins popping out, too," she moans.
My cousin’s partial to the bear patch. "You know... that bit of hair that grows on a guy’s lower back, just above his bum," she murmurs.
For Sophie, it’s a deep and sexy voice – "It does something to me on a primal level" – but for Sylvia, tight butts are to blame for her inefficiency at work. "They’re good in jeans, good in undies and especially good naked," she confides.
However, Mandy (and quite a few gay himbos I know) believe a guy with a flat, toned stomach, preferably with the v-shape of his hips displayed thanks to a pair of low-slung jeans, is an invitation to abandon all logic and reason.
Chunky man hands aside, I would have to agree.

*** Confession time: which man bit do you drool over?