I once dated a guy named Aaron. He was pretty cute, smart, funny and fun to be with.
Things were going pretty well, he really liked me, I liked him back until... da da da dummmmm...
I noticed his thumbs.
We were at a comedy show and I was in mid laughter at the thought that some guys with "dope and a rope" invented a series of sports like the rodeo, waterskiing etc. when I feel his hand upon my knee and I glance down and
the laughter ends.
Ewwww... he has total BARNEY RUBBLE THUMBS. I am not in the least joking. I am presently looking down at a thumb that closely resembles literally a spoon. Only a shorter and squater,with a totally rectangular thumbnail that is chipped and yellowish.
It was totally gross.
For some reason, I couldn't get past those thumbs. Every touch would bring me to cringe and finally I couldn't take it anymore and stopped returning his phone calls. I guess that is when I found out that I am very detailed oriented and hands are important.
When you think about it, they should be.
Once a major relationship is formed those hands are going to be affecting many different aspects of your life so the less creepier the better.
D* has good thumbs, a little hairy, but nice.