nom nom nom.
i think it's got something to do with a daddy complex. which is disturbing to think about. facial stubble is my favourite bit - my dad had a stubble occasionally and i loved running my hand against it and it being all prickly, like a hedgehog. proper beards are a bit too much. hairy everywhere else = hoorah, but that's not, i sincerely hope, due to my dad's hairyness.
it also probably has something to do with going out with boys who are hairless molerats for so long - not like i'm looking for a break from it, but like i've gotten freaked out by men less hairy then i am. but i think the daddy complex is a more plausible reason.
i scare myself at times.