I would disagree with my learned friend below
Beardiness - I've found it's an all or nothing kinda deal - ladies either really like it or they really don't, no middle ground.
Suits/Uniforms - Always a winner.
The 'strong-looking' type - Never found a lady who didn't like the slight Neanderthaliness of broad shoulders and strong legs.
Body hair - Again this is an all or nothing deal.
Smelling like a man - Fresh sweat + a hint of cologne = instant dynamite.

To back all this up I had an experience that was totally out-of-the-blue during my divorce some years ago. I was working away from home, living in an hotel for a couple of weeks, so I attended a local martial arts club as a visitor for something to do in the evenings (I used to train 4-6 times a week - alas no more).
I turned up most training sessions in my working clothes - a suit, changed into Dogi and Hakama - another suit, trained for a few hours with the regular classes, then showered and changed into jeans and shirt.
I had encounters with two ladies in those short weeks, both of whom were really into the smell of a recently-sweating man in a freshly laundered shirt, beards, suits, hairy chests and the slight bad-boy aura of a serious martial artist.

As for me, a real fetish is for ladies who look, dress and act like ladies in public but are depraved in private.
And lacy knickers.
(Captain Placid 24/7 ball gags, brownie mix and clown porn, Tue 27 Oct 2009, 9:55, 3 replies)

Now I may know nuthin' about nuthin'...

But I hear that a sure fire way to get into 'snatch central' with the ladies is to take your old mate poofers down the pub and let him buy you a pint...

Come on you old fucker - you know you want to.

:)
( Pooflake braces for an onslaught..., Tue 27 Oct 2009, 10:01, closed)

Gotta say the ladies do seem to like a fella who's sporty and glistening in manly man sweat...
Though one time I used to date a girl who turned into a snarling psycho mentalist whenever she used to insist on coming down and watching me twat about playing Sunday league footie. Ahhh, the happy memories of this 5 ft nothing blonde stood on the touchline screaching: "STAMP ON HIS FUCKING HEAD! STAMP ON HIS FUCKING HEAD!"

Happy days... (Just hope she was talking to me, and not to the fella trying to tackle me)...
( SpankyHanky, Tue 27 Oct 2009, 10:12, closed)

Not sure about the "glistening" bit - I like the smell of fresh sweat, but the look of it is eww. Especially if its dripping onto me *barf*
(Freakmandu, Tue 27 Oct 2009, 12:30, closed)