He was undoubtedly attractive – tall, lean and muscular, caramel colored skin, full lips, high cheekbones that framed his deeply intense hazel eyes. But his black leather jacket, felt fedora, acoustic guitar swung over his shoulder and beatnik poetry journal in his back pocket were really the accessories that put me over the edge. He had a very expressive face but there were two expressions that stuck out the most – an affable, goofy grin, and the furrowed brow intensity... Read more