Since I'm sure everyone is sick of hearing me whine about moving, I'm granting a reprieve and starting to get back into romance novel rambling. Well sort of...
Whilst reading my latest batch of craptacular offerings from TRR's editor (Two "D" reads in a row, and the latest isn't shaping up to be that great either), my mind got to wandering as it often does.
What makes a man attractive?
Now, I'm not talking sexy. Although for my money, nothing is sexier than a man who is confident. A guy who's comfortable in his own skin. In other words, a guy who doesn't try hard to be someone he's not. He knows who he is. That's sexy.
No, I'm talking about what makes you notice a guy? What feature jumps out at you and makes you take a closer look. Is it the eyes? The butt? A well-toned phyisque?
Oh sure, those are all good - but for my money it's his nose.
Swear to God, I'm not sure where I picked this up - but I got a thing for guys with prominent noses. Always have. It does have to have a nice shape to it. I'm sorry ladies, but Owen Wilson does not do it for me. The nose can't be deformed. It's got to have a nice symmetrical look to it, and naturally fall on the "big" side of the sliding nose scale.
I know, I'm weird as hell.
Let's look at some examples:
Nomar (or as the older sis calls him "Nose-Mar") Garciaparra (that's him on the left - pitcher Eric Gagne on the right). I'm willing to overlook the fact that he's married to that skank Mia Hamm. I just adore this guy. I mean, I could give a hoot about him as a baseball player - but that nose! Oh that big, beautiful nose!
Adrien Brody - I know what you're thinking, "He's goofy looking." But he's Wendy-Bait all the way. Tall - check. Skinny - check. Big nose - check, check, check. A pretty good actor too. I was indifferent on King Kong - but he's really great in the all-around underappreciated Spike Lee Joint, Summer Of Sam.
And no photo because (believe it or not) I'm not a crazy stalker - the cute sales rep that came to my office yesterday. Of Middle Eastern descent, tre' cute, from Michigan, and what a nose! Of course, he leaves 3000 miles away and had a ring on his left ring finger. And something tells me The Boyfriend would have frowned upon me throwing myself at the man. He can be so unreasonable.
I guess the point of this creepy post is that all sorts of things (even weird, bizarre things like noses) make a person attractive to the opposite (or same, if that's the way you wave your flag) sex. Romance novels like to condense it down to "tall, dark, and handsome" (lest I forget "bad boy," "rake," and "misunderstood outsider") - but as readers we have (I hope) enough imagination to mold romantic heroes to our own likes. That's not to say the author is wasting her time describing the guy - but as a reader, I take what she writes, and add a little something to it. Like say, a big nose.