She'd been telling me about her new guy for WEEKS, emphasizing how incredibly hot he was. Naturally, I was interested in meeting this outstanding physical specimen.
Let's just say that he is somewhat less than stunning. (And let's also say that she does NOT read this blog!) I was a little dumbfounded: my friend - my whipsmart, gorgeous, accomplished friend - had practically foamed at the mouth about this man's physical charms. And here he was, smiling and shaking my hand in the coffeeshop. I won't get into the flaws, but they were there, and not in a "the whole is greater than the sum of the parts" way that might have worked.
I sipped at my ice tea and watched them. She touched his hand when making a point, he couldn't keep his eyes off of her. At some point during the hour, my icy surprise melted. It was all so sweet without being saccharine. He's super-gorgeous in her eyes because of their connection. I don't see it in him, but I don't have to. He makes her glow, and really, that's worth at least 2 points on the hotness scale.