I have always liked hairy men. But, like, good hair. I hate back hair. And ass hair isn't super amazing either. I mean, I like a man with a good full head of hair, some cozy chest hair, and a well manicured beard and/or mustache.





I dream of one day having a man with longer hair than my own and a delish handlebar mustache on speed dial. Seriously. I'm talking 70's porn 'stache. YUM.

OR

How about some nice, combed back, foppish hair. Like the nice singing man in this video:



He hit the nail right on the head!

Okay, okay. So in real life I am generally attracted to the ones no one else likes.

I don't even mind eye patches.

This makes me sound crazy.

Let's just say I like to keep my options open. I am open minded...

BOYS BOYS BOYS

*BOYS*

Let us be honest. Boys are all we think about.

We can't get enough!
They make us happy! They drive us bonkers!

Ugh. So annoying.

So here it is, a blog dedicated to the boys of Winnipeg.

Those fuckers.