by Barbara Adkins

Created on: April 16, 2009

When a woman is asked, "What makes a man sexy," more than likely she has an image of someone in her past or present who fills her mind, and, makes her sigh!

Sexy is as beauty, it is in the eye of the beholder.

Imagine, if you will, you arrive at a party with a friend. After depositing your coats and retrieving a beverage, you scan the room to see who you may know in the sea of people mingling, laughing and talking. Your eye's pass a face, and suddenly, you freeze and draw your glance back to the man on the other side of the room.

Your eye's meet for a moment, and you feel a flush come over you. He holds your gaze for a moment, before someone interupts the intimate exchange you share. You glance back a few minutes later and he is gone. You tilt your head in unimaginable ways, hoping to catch a glimpse of this man who captured your attention with his dark piercing eyes. Alas, he is gone.

Feeling somewhat dejected, you turn your attention back to the friends you are visiting with, but in the back of your mind, you are still held captive by the completely intimate moment you shared.

An hour passes, and you are beginning to feel relaxed. You move across the room to visit with a friend, and you bump into someone who has their back to you. You offer an apology, and as he turns around, you realize, it's him, your Greek god from across the room. You fumble with your drink and purse, splashing a small amount of liquid onto your hand. He looks at you with his piercing stare, and a soft upward curve appears on his lips, bringing heat to your cheeks, turning your skin the color of a red rose. He reaches to a table for a napkin, and blots your hand.

"Hi," , he says. "Im Jim."

You mumble your name, hoping it is the right one. Gentle even eye's capture your spirit again. You can't help but look deeper into them, and you see sincerity, sweetness, desire and compassion rolled together. To embarrassed to speak, you mumble another apology and move off toward your friend, hoping to be able to gather your wits, all the while, hating yourself because you walked away.

You tell your friend about this handsome stranger, as you again search the many faces in the room, hoping to point out your dream man. You see him speaking with a group of people some distance away, and as you lean to your friend to murmur his proximity, you see him sneak a peak in your direction. The two of you make eye contact for another hour, and you note that with all the beautiful women in the room, you are the only one

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