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Have you ever noticed that people become infinitely more interesting the more attractive they are? You take an average looking person and tell the world that they have a doctorate in philosophy and you start to wonder if they have a future. You take a model and announce that they have a doctorate in philosophy and suddenly he or she is more respected than a world leader.

We all do it. It’s recently come to my attention because, having started work at a new bar, I work with an absolutely gorgeous Englishman. He’s a bartender (a weakness of mine), dark spiky hair, blue eyes, chiseled features, and from what I could tell from a five second shoulder rub I gave him when I caught him working a long shift, a hot little body hiding underneath his all blacks.

So yes, I was smitten the first times he locked eyes and grinned at me. And all of the girls in the staff are in agreement- he could be a deaf mute and we’d still bend over backwards to catch his attention. But you always want there to be something behind that pretty face, in the same way you don’t completely believe it will happen but you buy a lottery ticket anyway.

So, I struck up a few conversations, and he turned out to be nothing like I expected. Although he has a sense of how beautiful he is (which I’m sure happens when everyone from the doctor who delivered you to the woman who does your dry cleaning must mention it), he has this wonderful childlike goofiness about him. On the first shift that I worked with him he told me an adorable joke about polar bears, with no dirty punch line whatsoever.

Now, here’s where I start to question myself. Coming from a less attractive man in the same position, I would probably label the joke immature or corny, but from this Adonis I find it charming. Am I really so easily swayed by appearances? I want nothing more than to continue talking to him, even if I find less substance than I would from someone else’s, just for the chance to stare into those baby blues.

Luckily, he is a pretty decent conversationalist. He has traveled the world, lived in Australia and Singapore, uses phrases like “hey love” and “I need to use the loo”, and would love to fall in love and find a wife in order to stay in the country. And I continue to grasp onto any slightly profound or thought-provoking word out of his mouth searching for validation that my interest in this man is more than just a piece of eye candy.

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