There are certain things that, when they come together, create that particular collision that makes someone irresistible. Or, at least, attractive.
I like fellows who are light on their feet. There's something satisfying about a walk that is swingy and clear and unadorned. Free from fumbling. Bulls in china shops make me uncomfortable.
I like eyes that focus, the kind that look brimming with interest and responsive to varying degrees of shade. There is nothing so attractive as honest enthusiasm, and the eyes have it, if you do.
Now, the reason I was thinking about this is because a very handsome guy came into the bookstore the other night and I caught myself very unsubtly peering at the books in his hands; and I realised that I was revising my opinion on his handsome-ness based entirely on what he was about to read. I'm horrified at my own snobbery, but if you're bookish, it seems that your taste in reading will actually make you prettier. Or uglier. If you have a Cussler novel tucked into your pocket, you might as well be sporting a mullet.
He was reading Hammett, by the way. I thought: how quirky, and, what a nice looking guy.
I'm starting to think I spend too much time around books.