I have a type. Bearded. Tight pants. Good shoes, like New Balances or black Vans slip-ons. Maybe a pair of plastic-rimmed glasses, but that's not a deal breaker. Gosh, I'm swooning just thinking of him. Though I haven't had a lot of luck finding one of these kinds of dudes using my own feminine charms, maybe I'll just order myself a Stripster. The Stripsters' goal is to provide "hot indie hipster types, peeling down to [their] briefs for sheer entertainment value. No muscle-bound man-scaped meat-heads on our roster." Sorry. I just drooled over my keyboard a little bit.