Okay, this is gonna be an irony-free post. I am going to answer my man Fro honestly.
Men seem to think we want jerks. I will be honest and concede that to a degree, that is true. But LET ME EXPLAIN THAT!!
There is this certain "archetype." (Sorry about the SAT word. Can't think of another more apt.)
This archetype is Bad Boy With Heart of Gold. Or Bad Boy With Secret Pain. Women see these guys--I guess someone like James Dean was the ultimate--and think they can rescue him. Be his special girl. Whom he will value forever. For how she Saved Him.
It's dumb, right? Hey, I'm being brave here! F*ck off!
One of the varieties of this archetype is the Sarcastic Asshole. Example: Someone like Happy Scrappy has a ton of female admirers on this board. Even I get a little tingle at his posts.... As a woman, you just want to find that soft center. It's like a kid finding the toy in a cereal box. Something special that belongs to you alone. You assume he's been hurt and puts up these walls, and all the other stuff we get fed on Oprah. So you get to be Indiana Jones, and go spelunking for that good part.
But these things--they're just dumb illusions that we have. We get over it. (Uh, sorry Hap Scrap.

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What do I want, personally? (Hey, I'm a woman. I guess I can speak for myself.) I've mentioned this before, but did anyone see the movie Say Anything?
I want Lloyd Dobler. Okay? That is all I want from a man in this whole world. I want a good soul.
And I want him to like women--to count women as his best friends! To defend them. To not understand machismo and game-playing and acting aloof. And how guys hold their cards so close to the chest--that's not sexy, it's annoying. If you like a girl, go to her window with that boombox and serenade her with a tape of Peter Gabriel.... If she's walking and there's glass in her path, kick it aside.... Let hers be the first face you look for when you enter a room. Any room, always. And let her do the same, without freaking out that she is "getting attached." Let her TRUST that you'll be there.
Look at her. Into her. (Please, no gynecological jokes from the members of B.I.T.C.H.; I mean that metaphorically.) Appreciate her. Love her.
Now that's fucking hotter than anything Ronnie Coleman has to offer.