I have a bad confession to make. When I'm looking for a good quality in a man, it's not their muscles or even their personalities. I don't care much about their wealth either. Maybe what I'm about to say is outrageous, just maybe. However, you can't help who you fall in love with. For me, maybe it wasn't a 'who', but rather an 'it'. Or perhaps a skill. Maybe it's a fetish. But when I see a man spinning a spinner around, I can't help but appreciate it. A tall, burly man means nothing to me without a spinner. My fantasy is having a man spin one right on top of me, while ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ my ever living brains out. It's gay, I know, but I honestly can't get the image out of my head, my libido CRAVES fidgeting!