I like 'em looking like a man, I like 'em smelling like a man, and I like just the "right" amount of chest hair.
I have no idea who this guy is, I don't even remember where I found this picture, but good lord when I was single I would have played catch with him any day:
But that being said ... he can look like Apollo, if he opens his mouth and can't string together half a dozen words coherently, has no sense of humor, is a chauvanist, spends more time on his looks than I do, owns more shoes or clothes than I do, or has ZERO interest in learning how a woman's body works, then he can just keep going.
I'll take my pudgy hubby with a heart of gold, the soul of a saint, who has made me laugh so hard I couldn't breath over a beautiful set of abs any day.