My eyes. They’re huge, swimming pool blue, and have incredibly long lashes. I’ve had women stop me and tell me that they’re gorgeous. I have nice hands, too: long, slender and strong. And my hair: at the age of 40, it’s still a lush, fine strawberry blonde with nary a gray hair. And I’m tall, and have a deep chest, long, muscular arms, and a tight bum. I’m actually a damned good-looking guy.
Lest I sound overly vain, I should point out that I hated my looks until the age of 25, and was actively convinced that I was ugly until couple of relationships with women who adored my appearance and weren’t shy about telling me about it{I was a trophy boyfriend at one point} caused me to re-evaluate.