By Lynne Marshall
Have you ever seen a truly gorgeous man in person and up close? It is a rare treat. We see pictures of great looking movie stars and athletes, but how often do we see them in real life? Sure, we may spot a pretty face in a crowd, but having an ongoing encounter is a whole different ballgame.
I have two memories of being around guys who were so good looking I could barely function. I’m serious! Of course I was much much younger then, but man oh man was it humiliating.
One was a patient. I worked in a clinic at the time, and he needed to come in regularly. I won’t go into why as that is private medical information. Since I was the original nurse to intake him, he always remembered me. At first, I was simply struck by how gorgeous he was and I functioned fine, but as time went by and I saw more and more of him (yes, I admit to daydreaming about him. A lot!) I started falling apart whenever he showed up. It got to the point where I had to ask other nurses to give him his treatment because I wasn’t sure I could function properly around him. Honestly, it was so embarrassing, but the man was that handsome!
The other time was when a whole lot of construction was going on at work and the place was crawling with men. Loud, gregarious, some obnoxious, men. There was always so much noise going on I couldn’t help but look inside the room they were working on when I passed. That’s what got me in trouble. This one time, by chance, my eyes connected with the most incredibly beautiful eyes I’d ever seen. They were bright blue and surrounded by thick black lashes. As my personal camera pulled back I noticed a face to match those eyes, and a head of thick dark brown to the point of almost being black, hair. Fireworks imploded in my chest. I looked away immediately, but darn if every single time I tried to sneak a look at that particular construction worker, I got caught by him! I mean, who could resist such eye candy! For the rest of my life I will remember one particular staring contest we had. It made my knees go weak. Darn, it was humiliating to be susceptible to something as superficial as a gorgeous face.
There. I’ve admitted it. I’m superficial when it comes to beautiful men. No way could I be around them all the time. I’d be useless.
How about you? Ever worked or had to interact with a truly, classically gorgeous man?
Lynne Marshall’s current Harlequin Medical Romance is appropriately titled:
Dr. Tall, Dark…and Dangerous? How’s this for a handsome face?
Until next time,