At my work, there are quite a number of attractive people. Some of them are absolutely gorgeous.
Three come to mnd. In Marketing, there is a classically-gorgeous blonde. I don’t know her that well, though, because she is so gorgeous that I feel inhibited to approach her, and our jobs rarely bring us to interact. Another woman, brunette, is Mexican, and also very gorgeous, but she is so friendly and nice that we get along well. Happily, my job does lead me to interact with her. The third is a man, one of the product managers. He has that going-silver handsomeness thing down pat, and is good to work with as well. If I, a hetero male, can perceive that, it must be very obvious to the women.
Now, the women I am most strongly attracted to aren’t necessarily the most ‘gorgeous’, though. The ones I would pursue (two come to mind) tend to be cuddlier and curvier than the classic slenderness of the model types. (Alas, the one of these I do know well is not single. The other, though… I don’t know. I hope to see her again.)
An actor I used in a short we made last year (he’s actually a friend of mine now). Really nice guy too and not a bad actor either. Because of that, I suspect he’ll be reasonably famous sooner or later (he’s been in a few nationwide commercials in Canada).
Ditto. Growing up, I was considered the black sheep, because all of my sisters were ‘model’ pretty.
All of my best friends were considered very attractive. And in any club on any given saturday night, I see women that are drop dead hot. I mean, shaped like the most unbelievable hour glasses one has ever seen, and lips all big and lush, and just struttin’ around with so much confidence…beautiful.
And every day I see men that melt my knee caps. Skin coal black, eyes almond shaped, licking those full lips the way they do…Wooo!
Once I showed up to a meeting with a female headhunter. She came to get me in the lobby and I had to pop an instant boner. She looked like a super-model in business clothes (which I like). I found it hard to concentrate during the interview. Her voice on the phone did not prepare me for that.
The other was even more dysfunctional. I had an extremely painful scratched cornea and I had to have emergency treatment at the ophthalmologist. I don’t know what kind of assistant she was but it wasn’t fucking funny. I was escorted into the exam room and waited. She walked in in some kind of sexy business attire. That was the single most beautiful female I have ever seen in my life and her presence literally caused me pain because my eyes were bulging and one of them was causing me serious hurt. I ad to back every other day for the next two weeks and it was always the same thing. I was (and still am) married but that is something I will always remember and not always in a good way.
I’ve known models, actresses, etc., but the all-time BLP wouldn’t have turned the head of a talent scout or photographer. She was a slim, pale-skinned, blue-eyed econ major with a bouncy blonde bob cut, crinkly laughing blue eyes and a hoarse little whiskey voice who lived down the hall my sophomore year in college, and the secret to her beauty was that she was a complete and utter slut. She just radiated sex.
Unfortunately, she was a rather choosy slut, and if you didn’t rate with the male members of her little coterie, you could hang around for months and never get the nod.
She obviously learned her lesson about making it in a man’s world. She now helps run overseas operations for a major office supply company.
One of my kid’s doctors is so good-looking that I don’t know why he skipped the modeling career to go into neurology. He’s just breath-taking, with the dark tousled hair, piercing eyes… He should be on the cover of romance novels.
I knew a girl in undergrad who was just stunning. She always seemed unaware of her beauty though. She was also one of the nicest girls I’ve ever met. Last I heard she was happily married.
ok, other than my SO - I would say my BFF. She is a Scorpio with big brown eyes, a sharp wit, highly intelligent, and if I swung that way I’d kidnap her and move to Scotland.
Her son, last time seeing him in a tux, reminded me of James Bond (Pierce Brosnan dark hair type). He is one hell of a good looking teenager that I keep my girls away from. =)
And he’s just as intelligent and magnetic as his mom.
I know a lot of really attractive people. The “best-looking person” award would have to go to a collection of quite a few names from among my close friends and among my not-so-close-but-I-still-love-to-bits friends.
My wife, who has the classic look of a 1940-era’s movie star: strong chin, arching eyebrows, dark hair. Her father looked a lot like Frank Sinatra and her mom looked a lot like Marilyn Monroe. Dad so overmarried that it’s comical.
Our daughter is the most photogenic person I’ve ever seen - perhaps 5 bad shots out of hundreds, thousands of photographs.
However, there’s this Irish couple down the street that has the most beautiful children I’ve ever seen. When their two kids play with Sophie, those three kids represent a lot of future hearts that are going to be broken.
I was in an independent film with this woman. I can’t claim we’re great friends or anything, but we waved to each other at Target a few weeks ago. She’s the best-looking person I know. And yes, she’s amazingly beautiful in person, too; it’s not just camera trickery.
Male: One of my husband’s employees. He’s around 25 years old, Latino (?), buff, longish black wavy hair. Whenever I see him, I am privately marveling at his physical perfection, and also at the fact that I feel not the tiniest spark of interest in him. He’s very quiet and nice, as well.
Female: My husband’s sixteen year old daughter. The first time I saw her, I told him she was a goddess. She was probably twelve or thirteen then. She’s since chopped and dyed her hair rather indiscriminately, pierced her nose, and gained too much weight, and she’s still beautiful.
an ROTC Lieutenant who was my student in Miami; American Dad, Spanish Mom. He combined the kind of regular face and slightly-curly black hair that 90% of male models seem to have with enough charisma to make most people think he was about one foot taller than his actual size. Plus he was terribly nice. He wanted to be a dentist and stay in the army, I hope he got his wish.
This Italian guy we called il Bellissimo (the Beautiful). He was a passive-agressive sonabitch. I’d been wrapping up another phase of the project while some of my coworkers started the one where he was involved. When I rejoined them, Doris and Margaret got Randy to bring me around and introduce me to the different teams. We come back and they say, “so, what did you think of the Italian guy?”
Me: He’s going to give us more headaches than all the rest together. I think I’ve never met someone more passive-agressive.
Margaret: What?
Doris: laugh Say again?
Me: Well, he spent all the time we were talking sitting back with his arms crossed and those long legs of his pointed all the way between us. If he could have found a way to put momre distance between him and us, he would have. And yet, he kept saying that we had his full collaboration. Full collaboration me bum, we better keep an eye out for daggers sticking from our back with that guy.
Doris to Margaret: Pay up.
They’d had a bet running; Doris said I’d take less than a week to get from under Il Bellissimo’s spell, Margaret said I’d take more. They hadn’t expected me to be resistant. Dude was one of the most gorgeous pieces of manflesh I’ve seen close up, but damn was he an asshole…
Bonus points: I’ve mentioned several times another Wench from my SCA-style group in Miami whose curves would give an erection to a mine shaft. She’s black; her brother (also black, yup yup) is very handsome but the killer point is those completely-unexpected light-grey eyes. The rest of us serving girls spent several weeks in a flush after that day he came to one of our training sessions, oh my!
