Okay, I have a problem...an obsession if you will, with the most unlikely of things. Beards. I don't know where it came from, why I have it, or how to get rid of this fixation, but for the moment I have no desire to abandon this love. There's been a discussion or two at work that I'm not attracted to anyone that doesn't look like they might be able to chop down a tree, build a fire, kill some sort of animal to cook over said fire, then wrap his plaid shirt around me to keep me warm. Forgive me for secretly wanting to be ravaged by a lumber jack.