I was as far as I was aware, completely straight, although I did always have a second look at well-defined men's legs when they were very hairy. One evening as I was standing in at a bar counter ordering a beer, I noticed a rather sexy, petite blond girl sitting on a barstool next to me. We exchanged smiles and started a conversation. As she spoke she began to touch my exposed arm saying that she loved to see a man's hairy arms. I was in my early twenty's, fairly athletically built and both aware and proud of the fact that I was fairly hairy (which I have always acknowledged as a sign of masculinity). I was wearing a polo shirt that revealed much of my arms that are covered in thick fairly silky dark hair with an abundance of chest hair jutting out of the open neck around my neck.
At that moment I noticed a rather good looking bearded guy looking at us, he was slightly taller that I am and had dark golden hair on his head, with natural sun highlights, his full beard (cut fairly short) was a much darker colour as did the thick bush jutting out from around his neck. I noticed that his body proportions were fairly similar to my own, as he was dressed in a tee shirt and jeans. He seemed to be even hairier than I was, with thick blond course hair covering all over his exposed body. On hearing what the girl had to say about my arms, he said that he could match my hairiness any day.