Manky

Not sure if it works the other way, but most women like their men a little duffed-up. At the risk of crossing some Oedipal line of good taste, I’ll say that I came by this preference honestly. Dad had two fingers blown off after literally playing with dynamite. I was so used to an eight-fingered father figure I never trusted anyone with a full set of digits. As a teenager I preferred the farmy and scarred Pike Creek boys to those St. Clair Beach corduroy toffs. Maybe not prison ballpoint pen tattoo dirty, but certainly Viggo Mortensen as Aragon dirty.