Combat boots (My DH is ex army, but in his curtain career he still has to wear them, thank God. I shine them for fun HA!)
Military/Police/CO uniforms except Navy (my Dad was in the Navy, so, gross!)
Snipers or any man who is a good shot (fortunately DH is very good at this too)
Any man who literally stands up for me. For instance, my Rabbi (when I converted although I no longer practice now. ) blew the roof off when I told him my brother had molested me when I was a kid. Also, when DH and I were at a rock concert we were a little bit close to the mosh pit and he literally put his arms around me like a circle. Some guy smashed into me and he screamed "GET THE FUCK OFF MY WIFE!!" Never in my life has anyone defended me like that. We had some amazing sex that night with combat boots I might add 
Scars, or pock marks on face.
Nice hands. Don't have to be big though. I love what I call pianist hands which is what DH has. Very long fingers. Can't explain it, but they are gorgeous.
Mischievous smile.
Slightly crooked, not perfect teeth.
Men who can build things like porches, or anything actually.
Low voices.
Men seen playing with cats.
Nice short beards (unfortunately DH can only wear these on vacation, now as work doesn't allow it anymore)
Strong long legs.
Ridiculously tall men, like 6'4-6'6 (DH is 6', still love him though)
A slightly arched eyebrow.
Winking
Curly hair like Bob Dylans. Essentially, a jew fro (DH is half jewish, so thankfully he has this, but has to put copious amounts of gel in it so he won't get in trouble at work)
Cigarettes that are kept rolled up in their T shirt sleeve.
An Irish accent.
Men who sing to me.
Men who slow dance with me. (Fortunately, DH has been doing this more often!)
Broken noses.
Cauliflower ears.
A man who can hit a baseball really hard and really far.
Awkwardness/Shyness
The little wrinkles/crinkles near the eyes. Eyes that smile when they smile. (DH has this too! 