…and based on your location, it might have made you feel right at home!
I sat across from a gorgeous guy last time I was donating plasma. Dark hair, dark eyes, a scruffy unshaven face. I’m sure I’ll never see him again. I just think of him as “the guy from the plasma place”. He actually looked quite a bit like my boyfriend which I think is why I started staring at him in the first place.
I only saw him once, but he was stunningly beautiful.
It was at my old burger jockey job, and I went out to sweep up the lobby and there was the most stunning young man I have ever seen.
He had light blond, slightly curly/wavy hair that fell just past his shoulders, and perfect smooth alabaster skin, a cupie-doll mouth and big blue eyes - basically looked like all he was missing was the wings and halo - just sitting there in the lobby…sitting there perusing a Play Girl magazine. :smack:
Never wanted to be a man so bad in my life. 
So far these have been mostly about romantic interests, but I’ll add mine:
Once I was traveling in SE Asia and was on a small open-air boat going from one island to another island. There were maybe 25 passengers on board. Gorgeous day, the sun was shining, the wind was blowing, and the water was a brilliant, translucent blue-green the way only tropical water can be. Sitting across the aisle from me was a family (mom was white and blonde; dad was a light-skinned black) with two small children, boy and girl, maybe 5 and 6.
I have never in my life seen more beautiful children. They had to be literally the most beautiful children in all the world. I honestly could not quit staring at them–and I tried, I really did. They had golden, glowing skin with gorgeous tawny brown ringlets of thick, perfect hair falling down past the shoulders (girl) or to the shoulders (boy). Both had these unreal, inhumanly beautiful bright blue-green eyes, almost the color of the ocean, that seemed to both absorb and radiate light, the same way the ocean does. Their faces looked like ancient Egyptian royalty, or maybe they were elvish, or perhaps merpeople in human form. Both were dressed in white linen sailing outfits (seemingly locally made) that, combined with their coloring and the blissful way they were playing together made them seem both impossibly beyond me–angelic or otherworldly–and at the same more deeply human, in a real and raw way.
I only saw them once and never spoke to any of the family. I wish I could know what the kids look like when they’re grown–I’ll bet they look just the same.
Huh?
One of the most handsome young men I’ve ever seen in New Jersey was working at a funeral home. I don’t know if he was one of the embalmers or what, but he worked there. I was thunderstruck at the sight of him, though, and thought it a terrible waste that he wasn’t trying his luck in Hollywood.
Flash-forward about ten years to “Six Feet Under”: you know that cuter, taller son in the show [Peter Krause]? Well, he didn’t hold a candle to the real deal (although he might’ve back in his “Sports Night” days).
So how many “funny stories” do you have?
Well, if I can work up the nerve and/or find my balls, maybe I can get something rolling…
I’ve known the most beautiful people I’ve ever met.
I guess I’ll have to describe the only one I’ve never actually met. He isn’t conventionally beautiful, really – tall and lanky, in his late thirties at his youngest. His hair is curly and brown and always somewhat tousled, even early in the morning. He’s very tall and very lanky with long, expressive hands and a style of dressing that seems to scream “uptight British librarian” – tweedy coat, waistcoat underneath, dress slacks, leather shoes. His features – very… English, I suppose, with dreamy distant eyes and gentle lips.
I used to work in the same office as him. I’d catch him in the elevator occasionally and it would really make my day.
I really do need to get out more and see more people. As it is I don’t peoplewatch as much as I’d like to.
I recall the very, very redneck father of my best friend in high school once came back to the car, sat down with his wife and daughter, and said the most priceless words: “Now, y’all know I ain’t no faggot, but there’s a man in there who’s the most damn beautiful man I’ve ever seen in my life.”
Apparently he was.
At a local eatery here, there used to be a waitress who always captivated me. I can’t explain what it was but something about the way she moved just gripped me. I never actually had her as my waitress though and eventually she must have changed jobs because I haven’t seen her there in over a year.
Back in college, there was a girl on campus who I was “in love” with. I’d never met her and only knew her by sight on the rare times our paths crossed but I could mention to any of my friends “You know that really beautiful girl…” and they’d know exactly who I was speaking of. She looked kind of like a young Irene Jacob. Anyway, one day my roommate brings his girlfriend over and she brings one of her friends. Who is the mystery woman. And her name is Amy. And she talks to me for a few minutes and then asks to borrow a cassette I have on my desk (10,000 Maniacs’ “Blind Man Zoo”). And, of course, I incoherantly agree.
A few weeks later, I’m starting to miss my tape and ask my roommate to ask his girlfriend for Amy’s number so I can get my tape. His girlfriend refuses to give it out and says that she’ll ask her. I hear nothing. A week or so after that, I’m walking down the sidewalk and Amy walks past and sees me but says nothing. I freeze up and say nothing. I rarely saw her after that but she shifted from “most magically beautiful woman in the world” to “that damn bitch who stole my friggin’ cassette tape.”
Rather pretty gal I had a few classes with. We’d be in discussion groups in high level English classes, and I remember that she was also pretty damned smart. This is worth noting for two reasons: smart is sexy, and at first glance, you wouldn’t have thought she was very smart (not a knock on pretty people, it’s just that she could have easily succumbed to just twirling her hair to get by, but she was smart, which was admirable considering her circumstances) At the end of the year, at the big school-wide party, I bumped into her when she was a little drunk. We talked about the class and things like that.
“You got a C in that class? Are you kidding me? Every time you said anything in that class it was relevant! I always thought you were really smart. She must have had something against you. Have you been working out? You look really good.”
…I…I had a chance? What? Wait a fucking second, how do I rewind this goddamned thing called life? No! Stop! It can’t be the last day of school! Damn you, fate! You cruel, cruel whore! (fate, not the earthbound angel, by the way).
Funny, I thought about her briefly just today, too. I was rooting through the school’s alumni directory and threw her rather unique first name in the search engine. Nothing in particular made her come up in my mind, but oh well.
Ever? One time, in the mid-'80s, in Hamilton, Ontario, a woman got on the bus. She was so drop-dead gorgeous that everyone went silent. It was spooky! But man, she was some kind of beautiful. When she got off the bus, everyone breathed again. For that brief time, all their attention was focused on her, all they could muster without staring. She was hot.
Otherwise, the general manager’s secretary is just stunning beautiful, and classy and smart, and she looks great every day, no matter what she wears. She’s so nice, she attracts guys who just want to hang around her and chat her up so they can say they did. She could be a fashion model. She’s slightly intimidating, but totally disarming. She will have to remain a stranger. But that’s all right, I get to see her every day. And that’s a good thing.
I shall bear your comments in mind next time I break wind. :eek:
It’s good that people can be impressed by an English accent, but seeing as the doctor was English as well, I don’t think it had much impact.
Mind you I’m coming to Las Vegas in August, so perhaps my English accent will go over well there?
Last year , my aunt was taken to hospital after a heart attack. When I got to the hospital, one of the doctors took me into a side room. This is usually a bad sign so, as you can imagine, my heart sank. Fortunately, things weren’t that bad. But she was gorgeous. She wore no makeup and was in hospital garb, but she had a beautiful face, a healthily plump figure that her garb really flattered, and a wonderful voice.
In NYC a few years ago, I was taking a stroll on a brisk winter day when I heard the most spectacular deep voice several feet behind me. I quickly glanced back and saw a group of men, but was unable to determine which of the men had been speaking. Half a block later, he and his friends were still right behind me. I just had to get a look at the man with this incredibly sexy voice. I stopped for a few seconds and pretended to be interested in an object in a store window just so the men would pass by me. I reasoned that picking him out of the group would be much easier if I were behind them.
Once I was behind them, he was easy to spot. I saw him in profile, smiling and talking with his friends. He, along with his voice, was absolutely gorgeous. He had large features, and a wide natural smile that lit up his whole face. I couldn’t stop staring at his lips. His skin had a warm tone as if he had used a bronzer but it lacked that slightly artificial look that even the best bronzer gives you. He took off his sunglasses for a moment. I saw his beautiful chocolate brown eyes. Even with a winter coat on I could see that he was in great shape. Broad shoulders. Muscular. Cut physique, but not cartoonishly large. Great posture but not preening. I was mesmerized. I tried not to stare. It was freezing out but I felt flushed. He was easily the sexiest man I had ever laid eyes on. Breathtaking yet he was completely lacking any sort of “I love me” attitude. Relaxed. Well-groomed but with a little bit of rugged left in. Not a pretty-boy. Middle-age and smokin’ hot. Manly doesn’t begin to describe him. I wanted to bring him a beer and have his babies. He wouldn’t even have to tell me his name.
It took almost a full minute for recognition to sink in. He was wearing a cap that covered his trademark shaved head. I was drooling over Vin Diesel.
I had seen some of his movies and his looks didn’t impress me at all. Nice body but photographs a bit goofy looking for some reason. Saw him on a talk show and my gaydar went off like crazy. Not in person though.
His on-screen appearance doesn’t do him justice. He is sex incarnate. Literally unforgettable after you have laid eyes on him in person.
I don’t think he will hit his career stride until he is well into his 40’s and in roles that showcase his not so well known talent rather than his very well known physique. I was one of the very few people who bought a ticket to see him in “Find Me Guilty”. Outstanding performance. I think the reason he wasn’t nominated for an Oscar is because he is Vin Diesel. It’s hard to take someone with a name that sounds like a Saturday morning action-man cartoon seriously. The whole live my life a quarter mile at a time and interplanetary bad-ass schtick has made him famous and rich, but after seeing that he is also incredibly talented, I can’t imagine that he feels very fulfilled.
This is very nice to know! I’ve always had a tiny thing for him.
As for my most beautiful stranger story… I seem to see a lot of good looking people. I think Florida draws them in.
Today I was sitting in traffic coming back from the beach. There are trails alongside the road for runners and cyclists, and since there’s nothing to do but wait, I checked it out. Lo and behold, I see a man running right up towards me. “Hmm, looks hot” thought I, until he got closer. He was way more than hot. Picture the sun highlighting his gleaming body, clad only in pair of shorts and an iPod armband. Blondish hair, blue, blue eyes that were piercing even from the interior of my car. Well proportioned body, tall but not too tall, and just a overall fine specimen. Sadly the light turned green and I had to zip off.
A girl that takes one of my courses, now know as code name “The Mermaid” for the only reason that I became nervous that she (or her spies) were over-hearing me refer to her by name when I was discussing her beauty to my friends.
Im very happily in a long term relationship, My GF is currently studying about 300 miles away so I don’t see her very often. The mermaid shares some interesting quirks with my GF (unusual hairstyle, strong jaw line, and a dress sense I can only describe as individual) which I either find attractive becasue they remind me of my GF or I just find attractive.
Not the most beautiful stranger, but the guy who used to push a sandwich cart through the office just before lunch has recently been replaced by a very cute eastern European girl, who has an incredible ass and wears very tight, low-slung jeans. Sales of sandwiches have risen by about 800%, and all of them to guys. They cluster round her trolley like flies round a honeypot, whereas the previous guy got regularly ignored. It’s both pathetic and amusing.
Edison had done a number on the lawn of my old job.
They sent out The Sod Man to fix it.
He was maybe 20 year olds, tanned tight body with a thoroughly pleasant face, black hair and dark eyes.
Work came to a complete stop during the week the Sod Man worked before our huge glass window.
The most beautiful stranger I can think of lately (it used to be the RayBan sunglasses guy at the mall, but he’s long gone) is someone I see occasionally at work, but isn’t a co-worker. Instead, he’s a department of education consultant for a content area I’ve never worked in. He’s around a few times a year for meetings, and I’m not the only one who has noticed, given that a friend knew exactly who I meant when I said “The cute [insert state] DOE guy.”
My guess is that he’s about 5’10" and fit. Most appealing to me, though, is his short, spiky black hair and deep blue eyes. He’s one of those people you can’t help but watch walk by… And he’s surprisingly young for his important position too, probably in his early 30s.
I can’t comment on his smile, though, since I’ve never seen him leave a conference looking pleased. According to those who work with him, though, he’s a jerk, and causes most of the problems with their end of the contract with that state. Oh well.
Our DOE people are flakey, capricious, and not nearly as attractive. No fair.
The girl who lives in the house beside the one I’m renovating. I get to see her every day and I just stop and stare. It helps that I’m up on the wide open second floor and she doesn’t notice me.
On the plus side, I’m definitely the best looking guy on the crew.
On the minus side, that’s not saying much.
On the plus side, she’s in college.
On the minus side, she lives with her parents.