But most women I know hate hairy faces because they reek of sweat and spit and snarling germs. And kissing breeds beard-burn, rosy tattoos on our tender chins that take longer to heal than hickeys. And are more embarrassing.
So, if you really want to warm our cockles, I recommend a new sock wardrobe. Ditch the solids, ditch the argyle. Choose fun. Choose contrast. Choose Chewbaca for crying out loud. A peek of personality when your pant cuff lifts as you cross your leg or stride across the office thrills us like cleavage thrills you.
If you don’t believe me, take it from Justin Trudeau, Canada’s fashionable and sexy prime minister. Here’s what GQ had to say about him after he strode through Manhattan in a pair of Chewbacca socks last fall.
“Sure, the man appreciates the versatility of a classic deep navy blue suit and brown lace-ups, but he's got a secret weapon other world leaders don't: an arsenal of fun socks.”
And if you really want to lock-in her attention, complement her on the sage-striped trouser socks she wears with her black Doc Martens. Then sit down, cross your legs and wait for it.
Wait for it.