 who is consumed with what he looks like is definitely not sexy to me.
What about a mechanic, working on cars all day and getting all greasy and grimy. I think that is sexy. And for some reason those coveralls they wear can look pretty good on them. But I do think it is our perception of a job that makes it sexy. Being a cop, firefighter, athlete, construction worker, cowboy, mechanic, military, etc are all very dangerous jobs. I think it is either the danger or as in entertainment the notability that makes the jobs look sexy and there fore make the men seem sexy. My husband is a rig mechanic and it is a very dangerous job, but when women hear what he does for a living they hit on him all the more it seems as though they find sexy for him to be in that profession.
LOL, Pam. Most cowboys I’ve met personally (and even here in the west there aren’t many these days) had bad teeth and bad grammar. But I gotta tell you, those bull riders on TV are major hunks. The mythic cowboy lives!
I also think there’s something sexy about scientists who work outdoors to study and help the environment. To me, at least, dedication is a sexy thing.
Rebekah, good morning! Thank you for popping in and letting us know what you think is sexy!
Mechanics is definitely a guy job. They just have a head for machinery, don’t they? And it’s that ‘working with their hands’ thing that makes their skills all the more appealing.
You sound very proud of your hubby. Keep a close eye on him around those females!!
Elizabeth, oh, no! Don’t rain on my idyllic image of a cowboy! LOL. Bad teeth and bad grammar spoils the picture!
Now a scientist is an interesting perspective. Dedication to years of studying and being good at what you do is definitely admirable and proves you don’t necessarily have to be athletic to be sexy to a woman. Or vice versa.
I don’t know about the cocktail waitress, Pam. It’s more than the skirt and the drink.
Put me in a short, tight skirt and you’re more likely to learn the true meaning of the word STAMPEDE as the patrons rush for the exits.
I consider myself an artist. Writing is one of the fine arts, right? You’re dead right about it not bringing you fame and money, though.
I’ve got to disagree on the anchorman thing, too. Mostly I think the newest local anchor folks are so homely it give me hope. How nice that good looks are no longer required to be on television. I blame cable. There are just to many shows and to few really gorgeous people. They’ve GOT to lower their standards.
Mary, you’re a hoot! The cocktail waitress had to have been dreamed up by the men, don’t you think? And it’s a job only for the young.
I’ve never been to Hooter’s, but when I think of a cocktail waitress, I think of them.
Ooooh, Tim McGraw is way hot–add those country-croonin’ cowboys to the list. He’s definitely got a to-die-for backside. Me personally, I go for hottie firemen LOL.
Cowboys and firefighters do it for me-I dated a firefighter for a while. Cops don’t, mostly because I am one and I see the other side of the guys that most women don’t see (it’s a good thing that I’m not offended easily). I used to be partial to men in uniform but I’ve also seen the bad side of some of them so the uniform doesn’t do it anymore.
My daughter was a dispatcher for the police at one time. She said the difference between cops and firemen is pretty funny, not in their job but in the way people react to them.

Firemen come and save you…or at least get your cat out of a tree. Cops are more likely to ticket you, so they don’t rate quite the level of adoration. More like….Run, he’s a cop!
Linda, I love a man in uniform, too. It’s something they’ve earned, isn’t it?
I have to say a military man deserves to be on that sexy list. His courage and willingness to die for what he believes in, to protect us all under frightening conditions, just puts him up on a pedestal for me.
Tanya, you are so-o right about Tim and that backside. He truly has a great to-die-for body. sigh... that Faith. You just want to hate her, don’t you?
Lynn, wow, it sounds like you could tell some stories, but don’t you think every profession has its rotten apples?
I didn’t know you were a cop–they’ve had some bad press at times, but I don’t want to think where we’d be without them!
Oh, Mary–I’ll never think of cops and firefighters the same again!
But firemen do have that allure. Every fireman I know is all muscle. They work hard at keeping in shape and are always so clean-cut and respectful, at least the ones I’ve met. It’s an honor to be chosen for the profession in my city. I know they have a waiting list–it’s the dream job for alot of guys.
And you’re right–they rescue. Nothing to run away from in that.
Oh, admit it, Pam. Every fireman you know is on a pin-up calendar.
Good Topic, Pam!! I think firefighters are very appealing. Yet, I don’t think a cover model as having a sexy job. I guess I relate sexy to REAL hero stuff, like police and military men. I also think singers and band members can be really sexy too – but I confine that to Country artists and Bon Jovi. 🙂 Everyone knows I love Tim McGraw – he oozes sex appeal on stage. Josh Turner too.
Charlene, you put it quite well. Real heroes are real men, and that makes them sexy. Which gets our hearts to fluttering with admiration!
You know–no one has mentioned a nurse as being sexy. Maybe it has to do with Mary’s analogy of cops and firemen–are nurses associated with pain and body fluids? The sterile smell of hospitals and doctors offices?
Maybe a doctor should have been nominated. A surgeon–someone really specialized who could save lives like never before. All those years in med school should be worth something, eh?
I do think it’s our fantasized version of all of the above and that’s a good thing. Normally I lean towards the not so perfect looking – the ones which charisma and above all compassion and honesty which goes along with a lot of our fantasies.
Country and western singers—George Strait and Alan Jackson!
Hi, Jeanne! Yep–fantasy is the root of all the fascination, because real life just ain’t always what we’d like it to be.
Well, Estella–it looks like the country and western singers have been the most popular today. And they’re deserving–I think most of them are country boys in their roots.
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