Honestly - and this is going to sound really weird to some people... but I have this thing about a small paunch. You know - the "This isn't a pot belly it's a gas tank for a sex machine" type of thing. For some reason when I see washboard abs all I want to do is tie the guy down and force feed him mashed potatoes and cheesecake until he has that lovely little swell. What can I say? I like teddy bears not rock statues. That's not to mean I like guys with the "dickie do disease" or the "dunlap" disease, but a little roll is totally sexy to me.