You probably don’t know their name. You don’t share anything resembling a rapport. Any interaction you have with them at all is cursory at best.
But you see them periodically (or even consistently) and they are absolute knock-outs. You don’t know them beyond the surface impressions, but what you see is amazingly attractive.
For me, it’s a bank teller at the Wells Fargo nearest to where I work. Lovely eyes, beautiful smile, and an incredible body. Taller than I am, soft-spoken and very nice, I’m always secretly hoping I get her window if I see her behind the counter. Why? I’m not going to do or say anything (other than “Can I get the balance on that?”), and I never will (duh!), but just being in her vicinity leaves me in a better mood, even if it lasts just a few minutes.
So who’s that gorgeous nobody you run into now and then?
Every now and then when I am grocery shopping at my favorite supermarket, I see this incredibly gorgeous man who resembles Naveen Andrews (Sayid on “Lost”). Once he smiled at me, and I swear that if I weren’t an old married woman I would have hopped on him like a hen on a junebug.
I’m a straight female but the most beautiful person I see regularly is a cashier at the local co-op. She looks like someone in a Pre-Raphaelite painting.
There was also someone where I used to work that I would see from time to time. She had the face and figure of a model and dressed to suit it in short skirts and high heels. This was definitely not the normal dress code there–we were all either Navy types or scruffy academics.
My daughter’s second grade teacher looked like Jude Law, but I know his name and have actually spoken to him, so I guess he doesn’t count.
I’m typing this from one of the Purdue libraries. There’s a female student I’ve seen here a few times – great hair, face, and smile. Oh, and her breasts aren’t bad either.
A few years ago, my husband and I were returning to our car after shopping at Big Lots. Getting into a car nearby was the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen in person. Tall, graceful, voluptuous, with skin that looked like milk chocolate lit from within. Think Gabrielle Union, only better. She was dressed in tiny hotpants and a skin-tight tee shirt that said “BAD GIRL.” Both my husband and I just gawked at this gal. She looked like an airbrushed cutie from a men’s magazine.
About ten years ago I used to get my teeth worked on at one of those lower cost dental offices where everyone can pretty much see everyone else. There was an assistant that absolutely took my breath away. Beautiful, shoulder length ginger colored hair and the most piercing ice blue eyes I’d ever seen(I’m a she and he’s a he, by the way). He just had this aura about him; truly hypnotic.
The funny part of the story is that about five years after that, a friend set me up with “this yummy guy that I know you’ll love” and who did it turn out to be but him. We ended up dating for close to a year, but let me tell you, once I got to know him, he did not look the same.
About 4 years ago, I scratched my cornea (one of the most painful injuries you can have BTW). I got sent to a very reputable eye doctor. He came in, examined me, and then told me his assistant would be in shortly. The door opened and the most stunning female I have ever seen open the door. 5’8’’, blonde shoulder length hair, perfect teeth, smile, voice, and everything. She was even wearing a fashionable skirt despite the setting. It wasn’t a good thing though because the slightest eye strain causes unimaginable pain when you have a scratched cornea.
I had to go back to the doctor every day and then every other day for 2 1/2 weeks until it healed. I usually got to see her whoever she was. Believe me, I am very picky about female looks and she was beyond actress pretty. I always expected someone to peek in with a camera and announce it was some kind of a joke.
There’s a guy who works at the help desk at my local library that takes my breath away. He’s kind of young, very tall and has caramel colored skin, full lips, gorgeous eyes and perfectly shaped skull. Also, I go there a lot and see him all around; he seems to be well-liked by everybody all over the building.
I don’t think he knows he attractive he is. Sometimes, I wish I could just walk up to him and say "Do you know just how beautiful you are (the only real world to describe this man).
Small consolation to me though; he walks like a complete dork.
The building I worked in last summer had a greeter who sat behind a counter next to the front door. I had a huge crush on him. He just had the nicest smile, it made my day.
I ran into him on campus that fall (I guess he’s a student too) and did the biggest double take. It was so wierd to see him actually walking around.
One woman I saw on the train once, many years ago. She was Asian, but with blond(-ish) hair. Her skin was, quite honestly, golden. She was wearing a one-piece sleeveless dress that completely covered, yet perfectly revealed, a body that was absolutely incredible. She had lean, muscled arms and legs, and her skin color looked like it had been acquired naturally.
I’ve seen many women before and since who were eye-catching, beautiful, even stunning, but that one woman, sitting across from me for just ten minutes, was unforgettable.
There’s a guy I see on the subway each week when I go home from my Wednesday night class (like tonight! what a timely thread!). He’s got the most exquisite nose I’ve ever seen: aquiline, very narrow bridge, a touch too long, sharp tip, flared nostrils. Fortunately, I could see his reflection in the window, so I stared at him off and on for a good twenty minutes without him noticing. I was in love. With his nose.
Several years ago, I saw a woman (on the same subway line) who looked like she had stepped out of a John Singer Sargent painting. She was in her 40s and dressed in casual shorts and a t-shirt, but she was one of the loveliest women I’ve ever seen – thick black hair pulled into a loose bun, a long thin nose, large long-lashed dark eyes, and most entrancing of all, her skin was so pale she glowed like moonlight. I wanted badly to compliment her on her complexion, but I was too shy.
There’s this lady that works at my workplace. She’s the most Japanese looking person I’ve ever seen and living in Waikiki I’ve seen more examples then nearly any other person. And absolutely beautiful. She makes me feel like Frankenstein’s monster being around her. “Flower, good.”
A fellow will remember a lot of things you wouldn’t think he’d remember. You take me. One day, back in 1896, I was crossing over to Jersey on the ferry, and as we pulled out, there was another ferry pulling in, and on it there was a girl waiting to get off. A white dress she had on. She was carrying a white parasol. I only saw her for one second. She didn’t see me at all, but I’ll bet a month hasn’t gone by since that I haven’t thought of that girl.
Does it have to be periodically? One of my teammates is Clark Kent’s elder brother, but we don’t work together much (ridiculously large team).
The first time I went to the US was to work in a summer camp. A whole 747 full of young and not so young people (a woman from New Zealand was 45, with three children the age of her flightmates), all eager to See America. About 1/3 of the plane was Spaniards. After an incident involving a sighting of the Concorde on our right and a very angry stewardess, we finally were allowed to leave the plane with our hides intact (I hadn’t jumped to the right-side windows, since I already happened to have one). As we stood on top of the stairs trying to grab the handrail without letting go of our carry-on, a girl said “statue of liberty? ******* the statue of liberty! that over there is a national monument!”
One of the bagagge handlers was a black guy who still holds the title of Most Gorgeous Man I’ve Ever Seen. Now that is what we call a monument!
Theresa was the assistant to a designer I knew - a tall, creamy-skinned redhead with striking blue eyes and a body that took no prisoners, along with the taste to dress it. I once spent an evening with her and a bunch of work pals, during which I engaged her in some boozy flirtation, but without much hope of success. She was a material girl…but what material!
