It's not just that he's good-looking (my Roomie confirms that he is) but that he's good-looking in all of my favorite ways: tall, lean but with broad shoulders, long limbs and fingers, always somehow appears to have needed to shave about six hours ago, dark hair, bright blue eyes, really nice lips, sharp cheekbones and jaw line, smoky voice (accentuated by the fact that he smokes and always lights my cigarette for me if he catches me waiting outside - I'd say that was a hopeful sign but he does it for everyone), his hips *sway* when he walks, he laughs easily, moves like a damn ninja (the only reason he's ever heard me say anything other than a mumbled order or thank you is because he sneaks up on me), terrific smile... **sigh** Like I said: bespoke to my every libidinous whim. I've gone and rhapsodized about him again, haven't I? Dammit. He even went and shaved his damn head a couple weeks back and he still does this to me. I'm usually so good with men.