Ackage metrosexuals annoy me. They're too prissy. Give me a five-o'clock-shadowed-dirt-underneath-the-nails-mis-matching-flannel and worn-out-jeans-lost-boy any day. You know. The kind that say way too many lines from Die Hard and have duct tape on their shoes.

Well, I won't deny the appeal of a man in flannel. But, grubby nails sends me screaming in the other direction. Okay, not screaming. But, ew.

I think you're right though, guys shouldn't be too pretty. It's disturbing.