OMG. Drooling.

While walking to the gym the other day, I found myself walking behind a group of boys en route to the bar for some afternoon drinking. Well, I assume that was where they were heading. I didn’t hear much of what they were saying after I noticed one of them was wearing a pair of Sevens that hugged his butt just right and lay perfectly atop his pair of vintage-inspired sneakers.

I was so caught up in my imagination (read: those jeans piled up on my floor) that I didn’t notice when the boys stopped for a red light…and I walked right into them. If that wasn’t embarrassing enough, I literally had drool dripping down my chin.

What can I say? There are just some things I can’t resist, and a hot pair of jeans is one of them. Everyone has their vice, so this week I asked the CollegeCandy writers to share what makes them weak in the knees. What’s your weakness?

Alex – Lakehead University: I can’t resist a pair of thick, black glasses and a great smile. I like happy nerds.

Sara C – Fordham: I love a man in a suit. There’s something about a clean-pressed shirt and tie that makes me want to rip all the clothes right off!

Norah – Drake University: Intelligence – and an Irish accent. Irresistible.

Leah – Ryerson University: I’m a sucker for a guy who can play guitar and sing.

Kathryn – University of Wisconsin-Madison: Piercing blue eyes and really long eyelashes. Guys always seem to luck out and get naturally long lashes while girls try every mascara under the sun to get that extra “oomph.”

Liza M – Minnesota: Nothing is better than a guy who smells good! Bonus points if he’s wearing Aqua De Gio instead of Axe.

Ness – Sheridan: Sex eyes.

Katie – Michigan State University: Styled hair.  Not gelled or lame crap like that, but cut and styled…like, Asian style.  Hell, I might as well just say, “If they’re Asian, I can’t resist them.”

Lauren H – The New School: Ok, it’s cheesy, but a great smile just does it for me the way nothing else can. Not a half-hearted smile, but a real “I’m happy to see you” smile puts me all a-flutter.

Kari – FSU: Mouth watering kisses… I love swooning!

Cristina – Michigan State: BROWN EYES.  If it’s a certain shade of brown eyes, I stop breathing for a few minutes.  In a good way.

Sarabeth – University of Texas: A good set of v-lines. *drool*

Marisa – Wesleyan University – I have a thing for guys with thick, dark hair. Nothing hotter than that!

Kelly- Simmons College: Strong arms are my weakness.

Donyae – University of Maryland: Tattoos and piercings. That’s two, really, but they kinda go hand in hand don’t they? And the crazier they are the better.

Erica – Kent State: I LOVE abnormally tall guys (think 6’2″ & taller).  I am just like, instantly attracted to them.

Carrie – Duke: I love when a guy sports a simple, white T-shirt. (And if he happens to pair the look with shaggy brown hair and toned arms, that won’t hurt either.)

Lena Chen – Harvard: Good taste in restaurants. I like men with discerning tongues!

K – GW: This may sound weird, but I always notice a guy’s voice and the way they talk, I think it says a lot about a person (I don’t just mean accent, however an Aussie accent and you are cordially invited to my bedroom).

Carly – Grinnell: If he smells really good, I’m done for. (Un)fortunately, this doesn’t happen very often.

Abby – Syracuse University: A backwards hat. I think it’s the Midwestern, country girl in me…

Maddie – Tufts: Facial hair when it’s not too short, not too long. The perfect amount of scruff.

So you’re probably thinking my drunk self from the last post sloppily filled out an online dating profile (with phenomenal coherence) after her long, hard night alone and signed herself up without a second thought.

Please. I had the sense to wait a bit and soberly research this. CrazyBlindDate.com and I were hardly acquaintances. In fact, I hadn’t heard about this service until I started looking up different types of dating sites…

Basically, CBD is just meeting someone, once, at a bar or coffee shop. No strings after the first 20 minutes. This isn’t necessarily for someone looking for a future wife, so much as a bored guy on a weeknight whose friends are all working late.

CBD is available in 4 cities: Austin, San Francisco, Boston, and obviously New York. You first decide how you want to date: go solo and meet a complete stranger one-on-one, sign up with a friend and meet two strangers, or say you’ll do either.

The “either” option entails signing on to go solo, OR go on a double date, complete with THREE strangers. You can’t see a picture of your date until after you’ve met in person, so this is a toughie for the superficial. (See yours truly for details.)

I signed on for the “either” option. I figured it would make for a good story.

Next, on to “requirements“:

…age.

…height requirements.

…race and gender.

…religious affiliation.

…smoker or non-smoker.

…level of education completed.

As you’re filling this out, a little box keeps popping up. “Lighten up?” it asks. I’m sorry. I’m really supposed to go into this with no consideration of what “type” I’m looking for? Psh. No thanks.

Let me explain why I got touchy about this “lighten up” bit. I’m really tall, but unfortunately not waif-ish enough to make a career out of it. I lust after tall guys and date shorter ones (by shortest I mean 5’9″. They usually end up being right at eye-level, though.). Now that I could actually specify how tall an ideal date would be, I decided to enter my own 5’11″ for my request. I figured as that’s what I attract, I should ask accordingly.

After trying not to feel like a racist and working to avoid admitting a Catholic background (so much for finding a nice Jewish boy…another weakness), I chose a timeslot and a couple Manhattan neighborhoods to meet my perspective date. CBD is the liaison, telling you where to meet and when, but they can give you as little as an hour’s notice before the date. On the off chance I’d get set up, I skipped my gym session that evening.

For nothing. An email at 11:00 PM said I couldn’t be matched, because of my height, education level, or my neighborhood requests. I was, needless to say, a little disappointed, then bitterly rationalized that all the available tall men are probably dating those effing short girls. There’s no justice.

The cynic in me was shaking her head. For being tall and not wanting to get set up with a guy going after his GED, I’m apparently condemned to be single forever. Awesome. Thanks for boosting my self-esteem.

I filled out another, more “equal opportunity” date request, and we’ll see if that goes anywhere. If nothing else, it kept me occupied for a good hour. Maybe I’ll even meet a cool short guy.

Up next, a little research on JDate… which I so wish I could join…