He was about 190 cm tall, ok over 6', of a dark but not too dark exotic appearance. His hair was perfectly coiffed in a modern style, long on top and very short at the sides. Although he was probably naturally hairy, his face looked as smooth as a baby's bottom. His eyes were smouldering and dark. His face was longish and angular with sharp cheekbones and I doubt anyone would not describe him as very handsome.
He was wearing a perfectly pressed narrow and tight very dark blue suit of the absolute latest style, with a crisp white shirt. He moved in a masculine manner, but not overtly so. If you think hot Latin/Spanish as Madonna would like, you might not be far wrong. And then I looked lower, to his shoes and I could not believe how such a perfectly presented person could be wearing such dirty shoes. Yes, they were nice shoes, pointy toed to the point where people who wear such shoes must change their gait a little, but when I say they are dirty, they were filthy. I expected to look down and see highly polished and gleaming shoes, and they were not.
Call me shallow if you must, (if you say delusional, screw you) but based on his filthy shoes, I decided not to offer him my virginity and life long commitment. R with his clean shoes will just have to do.
Where is R btw? I had to serve my own dinner, lasagne in the oven and salad in the fridge. Ah, he is with Bone Doctor and Little Jo seeing a Horrible Histories production. Sister is at the cricket.