Butter Sliding Down Hot Toast

You know that line in "Confessions of a Shopaholic" when the main character, Rebecca, is talking about when you see a cute guy and your heart feels like "Butter sliding down hot toast"? She was actually referring to stores because of her shopaholic-ism. But I enjoy the line so much, I'm going to use it to refer to guys. Because I like guys.
I am a people watcher, meaning I watch guys too. Oh boy do I watch guys. In the last four or five months, I have gotten so bad at just checking guys out, I feel rather shameful sometimes. And you know what I check out... their ARMS!
Arms... what can I say about arms? I thoroughly enjoy looking at a good pair of arms. And not even just biceps, but forearms. I'm a total sucker for forearms. They don't need to big or even totally muscular. It's the definition that gets me... oh... even, oddly enough, the veins... wow... I think I'm going to make a fool of myself. And when the guy is wearing a nice dress shirt with the shirt sleeves rolled up to just below his elbows... Be still my heart.
To tie it all together, I just wanted to point out that a pair of good arms makes my heart feel like butter sliding down hot toast. Especially when they're connected to an attractive guy, with pretty eyes and a good sense of humor. It's not all about the physical aspect, but it doesn't hurt, you know.