Eyeing the Beholder

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Edith here!

I recently ran a contest on my website, asking readers: “If I had the good fortune to have my latest book, “HIS DARK AND DANGEROUS WAYS,” made into a movie,who would you cast as the hero?”

The winner was to be chosen at random and I said so upfront so no one had to be inspired in their choices. Nonetheless, I was staggered at some of them.

Many were actors who had done Historical drama on TV or in the flix. I expected Colin Firth and Hugh Jackman, of course. But some readers also named actors I’d never heard of; had heard of but had never seen, and some that I had seen and vowed I never would again. And this after all the work I do on defining my characters, describing them down to their big toes and shading in all other salient parts. I know there’s no accounting for taste. But still: an elegant Regency era English nobleman played by:

Rock

“The Rock”?

Clint Eastwood?

Jack Black????

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And lots of surprising others. Why did so many see my hero so differently?

We all know people who are paired in real life with partners we can’t ‘see.’
Loved him, hated her. Loved her – ohmygosh! Why did she marry him?
Sexual attraction and the business of picking a mate has little to do with what the eye sees. It’s chemistry. I can tell a reader what a fella looks like, acts like, even smells like, but I don’t know what her biochemistry is like and what she’ll react to.
Haven’t we all met people who weren’t the bittiest bit attractive, and yet the more we talked with them, the more attracted we became?

It’s chemicals. Pherenomes. The sound of a voice, the sense of a touch. That ineffable something. A million years ago when I was young and single, I met a seemingly perfect man. But up close, he always smelled like shoe polish! Goodbye, man of my dreams.

Money always smells great. In fact, it is the only aphrodesiac I know of that actually works for a huge number of people, male and female.
But our True Romantic Hero smells, tastes, sounds and looks like the man of our dreams.
How can we put that into a book? Writers try. But there’s no one dream for everyone. Physical attracton is due to individual sensory perceptions. Love for a movie or TV star or a character in a book is a love of the mind. Imagination fills in the gaps.
Actual attraction for a living breathing human is for living, breathing humans.
All I can do as a writer is to get a character’s mind and soul so well that I feel I know him and hope a reader will too. And if she wants to see him as I never did, that’s fine. As long as she loves him too.

Dream on then, dear readers. I don’t fault any of your choices. I’ll do my best to make you see my hero as I do, but one woman’s hero is not another’s.
There is no’ one size fits all’ in Heroland.
Except for Johnny Depp, of course. And Viggo Mortensen. And Alan Rickman and Hugh Laurie and…..Ahem.

Have you ever met a dream man in person and found there was some teensy thing about him that turned you utterly off?
Do tell, she said, with a wicked grin.

100 thoughts on “Eyeing the Beholder”

  1. Jack Black??? :O **Mumblestoselfnottoevenmakeacommentaboutthatone**
    The dream man…yes…in my heyday, I loved to dance, couldn’t get enough (and why I married a man who I have never danced with because he can’t, not once in thirty years, I’ll never understand except for those pheromones…) Anyway, I met a man at work who was just scrumptious. Gorgeous, a true gentleman, a to-die-for smile. We went to dinner a few times and I thought things were advancing, on my part anyway, until we went dancing. His movements resembled a cat who has a balloon tied to it’s tail. It was everything I could to not to fall apart in hysterics. Needless to say, the relationship cooled after that. Better no dancing at all than dying of a giggle fit on the dance floor…

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  2. Jack Black??? :O **Mumblestoselfnottoevenmakeacommentaboutthatone**
    The dream man…yes…in my heyday, I loved to dance, couldn’t get enough (and why I married a man who I have never danced with because he can’t, not once in thirty years, I’ll never understand except for those pheromones…) Anyway, I met a man at work who was just scrumptious. Gorgeous, a true gentleman, a to-die-for smile. We went to dinner a few times and I thought things were advancing, on my part anyway, until we went dancing. His movements resembled a cat who has a balloon tied to it’s tail. It was everything I could to not to fall apart in hysterics. Needless to say, the relationship cooled after that. Better no dancing at all than dying of a giggle fit on the dance floor…

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  3. Jack Black??? :O **Mumblestoselfnottoevenmakeacommentaboutthatone**
    The dream man…yes…in my heyday, I loved to dance, couldn’t get enough (and why I married a man who I have never danced with because he can’t, not once in thirty years, I’ll never understand except for those pheromones…) Anyway, I met a man at work who was just scrumptious. Gorgeous, a true gentleman, a to-die-for smile. We went to dinner a few times and I thought things were advancing, on my part anyway, until we went dancing. His movements resembled a cat who has a balloon tied to it’s tail. It was everything I could to not to fall apart in hysterics. Needless to say, the relationship cooled after that. Better no dancing at all than dying of a giggle fit on the dance floor…

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  4. Jack Black??? :O **Mumblestoselfnottoevenmakeacommentaboutthatone**
    The dream man…yes…in my heyday, I loved to dance, couldn’t get enough (and why I married a man who I have never danced with because he can’t, not once in thirty years, I’ll never understand except for those pheromones…) Anyway, I met a man at work who was just scrumptious. Gorgeous, a true gentleman, a to-die-for smile. We went to dinner a few times and I thought things were advancing, on my part anyway, until we went dancing. His movements resembled a cat who has a balloon tied to it’s tail. It was everything I could to not to fall apart in hysterics. Needless to say, the relationship cooled after that. Better no dancing at all than dying of a giggle fit on the dance floor…

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  5. Jack Black??? :O **Mumblestoselfnottoevenmakeacommentaboutthatone**
    The dream man…yes…in my heyday, I loved to dance, couldn’t get enough (and why I married a man who I have never danced with because he can’t, not once in thirty years, I’ll never understand except for those pheromones…) Anyway, I met a man at work who was just scrumptious. Gorgeous, a true gentleman, a to-die-for smile. We went to dinner a few times and I thought things were advancing, on my part anyway, until we went dancing. His movements resembled a cat who has a balloon tied to it’s tail. It was everything I could to not to fall apart in hysterics. Needless to say, the relationship cooled after that. Better no dancing at all than dying of a giggle fit on the dance floor…

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  6. I can’t get past Jack Black . . . Wow. Funny? Sometimes, sure. Hot? Um, not so much.
    But there are lots of stars like that. I don’t *get* the attraction of Russell Crowe or Bruce Willis at all. I don’t get Matt Damon (too farm boy). I don’t get Clark Gable (those ears!). I don’t get John Wayne, those guys on NIP/TUCK, or the endless (and shirtless) allure of Matthew McConaughey.
    But clearly lots of people do. *shrug*
    Anyway, I love the idea of a contest like this . . . I may have to run one myself! I’m too curious to see who readers picture as my heroes (I mean, I know who I pictured when I wrote them *grin*).

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  7. I can’t get past Jack Black . . . Wow. Funny? Sometimes, sure. Hot? Um, not so much.
    But there are lots of stars like that. I don’t *get* the attraction of Russell Crowe or Bruce Willis at all. I don’t get Matt Damon (too farm boy). I don’t get Clark Gable (those ears!). I don’t get John Wayne, those guys on NIP/TUCK, or the endless (and shirtless) allure of Matthew McConaughey.
    But clearly lots of people do. *shrug*
    Anyway, I love the idea of a contest like this . . . I may have to run one myself! I’m too curious to see who readers picture as my heroes (I mean, I know who I pictured when I wrote them *grin*).

    Reply
  8. I can’t get past Jack Black . . . Wow. Funny? Sometimes, sure. Hot? Um, not so much.
    But there are lots of stars like that. I don’t *get* the attraction of Russell Crowe or Bruce Willis at all. I don’t get Matt Damon (too farm boy). I don’t get Clark Gable (those ears!). I don’t get John Wayne, those guys on NIP/TUCK, or the endless (and shirtless) allure of Matthew McConaughey.
    But clearly lots of people do. *shrug*
    Anyway, I love the idea of a contest like this . . . I may have to run one myself! I’m too curious to see who readers picture as my heroes (I mean, I know who I pictured when I wrote them *grin*).

    Reply
  9. I can’t get past Jack Black . . . Wow. Funny? Sometimes, sure. Hot? Um, not so much.
    But there are lots of stars like that. I don’t *get* the attraction of Russell Crowe or Bruce Willis at all. I don’t get Matt Damon (too farm boy). I don’t get Clark Gable (those ears!). I don’t get John Wayne, those guys on NIP/TUCK, or the endless (and shirtless) allure of Matthew McConaughey.
    But clearly lots of people do. *shrug*
    Anyway, I love the idea of a contest like this . . . I may have to run one myself! I’m too curious to see who readers picture as my heroes (I mean, I know who I pictured when I wrote them *grin*).

    Reply
  10. I can’t get past Jack Black . . . Wow. Funny? Sometimes, sure. Hot? Um, not so much.
    But there are lots of stars like that. I don’t *get* the attraction of Russell Crowe or Bruce Willis at all. I don’t get Matt Damon (too farm boy). I don’t get Clark Gable (those ears!). I don’t get John Wayne, those guys on NIP/TUCK, or the endless (and shirtless) allure of Matthew McConaughey.
    But clearly lots of people do. *shrug*
    Anyway, I love the idea of a contest like this . . . I may have to run one myself! I’m too curious to see who readers picture as my heroes (I mean, I know who I pictured when I wrote them *grin*).

    Reply
  11. The mysteries of attraction are just that, mysteries. I certainly can’t explain why I turn to mush when watching Sean Bean in the Sharpe series or Richard Armitgage in Gaskell’s North & South, just as conversely I can’t explain why I think Brad Pitt is handsome but (yawn) he does absolutely nothing to my innards. I haven’t a clue whether it’s pheromones or Skinnerian conditioning or fairy-induced glamour that accounts for the difference. But I learned very young that “handsome/beautiful” doesn’t necessarily equate to “attractive”, which was actually a very good lesson to learn.

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  12. The mysteries of attraction are just that, mysteries. I certainly can’t explain why I turn to mush when watching Sean Bean in the Sharpe series or Richard Armitgage in Gaskell’s North & South, just as conversely I can’t explain why I think Brad Pitt is handsome but (yawn) he does absolutely nothing to my innards. I haven’t a clue whether it’s pheromones or Skinnerian conditioning or fairy-induced glamour that accounts for the difference. But I learned very young that “handsome/beautiful” doesn’t necessarily equate to “attractive”, which was actually a very good lesson to learn.

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  13. The mysteries of attraction are just that, mysteries. I certainly can’t explain why I turn to mush when watching Sean Bean in the Sharpe series or Richard Armitgage in Gaskell’s North & South, just as conversely I can’t explain why I think Brad Pitt is handsome but (yawn) he does absolutely nothing to my innards. I haven’t a clue whether it’s pheromones or Skinnerian conditioning or fairy-induced glamour that accounts for the difference. But I learned very young that “handsome/beautiful” doesn’t necessarily equate to “attractive”, which was actually a very good lesson to learn.

    Reply
  14. The mysteries of attraction are just that, mysteries. I certainly can’t explain why I turn to mush when watching Sean Bean in the Sharpe series or Richard Armitgage in Gaskell’s North & South, just as conversely I can’t explain why I think Brad Pitt is handsome but (yawn) he does absolutely nothing to my innards. I haven’t a clue whether it’s pheromones or Skinnerian conditioning or fairy-induced glamour that accounts for the difference. But I learned very young that “handsome/beautiful” doesn’t necessarily equate to “attractive”, which was actually a very good lesson to learn.

    Reply
  15. The mysteries of attraction are just that, mysteries. I certainly can’t explain why I turn to mush when watching Sean Bean in the Sharpe series or Richard Armitgage in Gaskell’s North & South, just as conversely I can’t explain why I think Brad Pitt is handsome but (yawn) he does absolutely nothing to my innards. I haven’t a clue whether it’s pheromones or Skinnerian conditioning or fairy-induced glamour that accounts for the difference. But I learned very young that “handsome/beautiful” doesn’t necessarily equate to “attractive”, which was actually a very good lesson to learn.

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  16. When I first met my ex, I was not impressed. Sandy haired, Coke-bottle glasses, Mr. Mediocre in appearance. And then he opened his mouth and started talking. That’s when I began to fall in love with him.
    He was self-assured, intelligent, forthright. He knew how to balance his checking account. He paid his bills on time. He owned his own business building race cars–a very precise skill supplying precision machines for a very rough crowd. He was well-respected by his customers and his competitors and his banker.
    So, while good looks may initially snag my attention, strength of character wins the day. Which is why I’ve always had a soft spot for those rough-around-the-edges heroes.
    The one thing I have difficulty swallowing is the perfect hero–the macho warrior who goes out and slays dragons while quoting poetry, knows exactly how to deal with difficult children though he’s never had any experience with kids, can tame the dangerous black stallion that won’t let anyone ride him, and . . . he likes to talk in bed after making love.
    Gimme the Coke-bottle glasses and intelligence, and I’m all over him.

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  17. When I first met my ex, I was not impressed. Sandy haired, Coke-bottle glasses, Mr. Mediocre in appearance. And then he opened his mouth and started talking. That’s when I began to fall in love with him.
    He was self-assured, intelligent, forthright. He knew how to balance his checking account. He paid his bills on time. He owned his own business building race cars–a very precise skill supplying precision machines for a very rough crowd. He was well-respected by his customers and his competitors and his banker.
    So, while good looks may initially snag my attention, strength of character wins the day. Which is why I’ve always had a soft spot for those rough-around-the-edges heroes.
    The one thing I have difficulty swallowing is the perfect hero–the macho warrior who goes out and slays dragons while quoting poetry, knows exactly how to deal with difficult children though he’s never had any experience with kids, can tame the dangerous black stallion that won’t let anyone ride him, and . . . he likes to talk in bed after making love.
    Gimme the Coke-bottle glasses and intelligence, and I’m all over him.

    Reply
  18. When I first met my ex, I was not impressed. Sandy haired, Coke-bottle glasses, Mr. Mediocre in appearance. And then he opened his mouth and started talking. That’s when I began to fall in love with him.
    He was self-assured, intelligent, forthright. He knew how to balance his checking account. He paid his bills on time. He owned his own business building race cars–a very precise skill supplying precision machines for a very rough crowd. He was well-respected by his customers and his competitors and his banker.
    So, while good looks may initially snag my attention, strength of character wins the day. Which is why I’ve always had a soft spot for those rough-around-the-edges heroes.
    The one thing I have difficulty swallowing is the perfect hero–the macho warrior who goes out and slays dragons while quoting poetry, knows exactly how to deal with difficult children though he’s never had any experience with kids, can tame the dangerous black stallion that won’t let anyone ride him, and . . . he likes to talk in bed after making love.
    Gimme the Coke-bottle glasses and intelligence, and I’m all over him.

    Reply
  19. When I first met my ex, I was not impressed. Sandy haired, Coke-bottle glasses, Mr. Mediocre in appearance. And then he opened his mouth and started talking. That’s when I began to fall in love with him.
    He was self-assured, intelligent, forthright. He knew how to balance his checking account. He paid his bills on time. He owned his own business building race cars–a very precise skill supplying precision machines for a very rough crowd. He was well-respected by his customers and his competitors and his banker.
    So, while good looks may initially snag my attention, strength of character wins the day. Which is why I’ve always had a soft spot for those rough-around-the-edges heroes.
    The one thing I have difficulty swallowing is the perfect hero–the macho warrior who goes out and slays dragons while quoting poetry, knows exactly how to deal with difficult children though he’s never had any experience with kids, can tame the dangerous black stallion that won’t let anyone ride him, and . . . he likes to talk in bed after making love.
    Gimme the Coke-bottle glasses and intelligence, and I’m all over him.

    Reply
  20. When I first met my ex, I was not impressed. Sandy haired, Coke-bottle glasses, Mr. Mediocre in appearance. And then he opened his mouth and started talking. That’s when I began to fall in love with him.
    He was self-assured, intelligent, forthright. He knew how to balance his checking account. He paid his bills on time. He owned his own business building race cars–a very precise skill supplying precision machines for a very rough crowd. He was well-respected by his customers and his competitors and his banker.
    So, while good looks may initially snag my attention, strength of character wins the day. Which is why I’ve always had a soft spot for those rough-around-the-edges heroes.
    The one thing I have difficulty swallowing is the perfect hero–the macho warrior who goes out and slays dragons while quoting poetry, knows exactly how to deal with difficult children though he’s never had any experience with kids, can tame the dangerous black stallion that won’t let anyone ride him, and . . . he likes to talk in bed after making love.
    Gimme the Coke-bottle glasses and intelligence, and I’m all over him.

    Reply
  21. Well, I can impart to you this little story: there was a man on campus when I was a theatre major in college that made women all over town swoon, myself included. Since he was a communications major a few doors down I saw him everyday for years. Later he joined one of the local news networks as a reporter, then an anchor, and his eligible bachelor status reached mythic local proportions. About seven years ago, I went to work with him at said network. And he is a gorgeous man, no denying. But I also learned in between commercial breaks that he shaved himself head-to-toe for no other particular reason than he liked the feel and prided himself on having “smoother legs than Katie Couric”. He would also serenade us with music and dialogue word-per-word from “Coal Miner’s Daughter”. And that was when I kissed my college-girl crush goodbye. He is a wonderful person, and is married now and will no doubt make a fantastic father if he is not already. But an object of desire? I am shaking my head while I horde my razors as we speak.

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  22. Well, I can impart to you this little story: there was a man on campus when I was a theatre major in college that made women all over town swoon, myself included. Since he was a communications major a few doors down I saw him everyday for years. Later he joined one of the local news networks as a reporter, then an anchor, and his eligible bachelor status reached mythic local proportions. About seven years ago, I went to work with him at said network. And he is a gorgeous man, no denying. But I also learned in between commercial breaks that he shaved himself head-to-toe for no other particular reason than he liked the feel and prided himself on having “smoother legs than Katie Couric”. He would also serenade us with music and dialogue word-per-word from “Coal Miner’s Daughter”. And that was when I kissed my college-girl crush goodbye. He is a wonderful person, and is married now and will no doubt make a fantastic father if he is not already. But an object of desire? I am shaking my head while I horde my razors as we speak.

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  23. Well, I can impart to you this little story: there was a man on campus when I was a theatre major in college that made women all over town swoon, myself included. Since he was a communications major a few doors down I saw him everyday for years. Later he joined one of the local news networks as a reporter, then an anchor, and his eligible bachelor status reached mythic local proportions. About seven years ago, I went to work with him at said network. And he is a gorgeous man, no denying. But I also learned in between commercial breaks that he shaved himself head-to-toe for no other particular reason than he liked the feel and prided himself on having “smoother legs than Katie Couric”. He would also serenade us with music and dialogue word-per-word from “Coal Miner’s Daughter”. And that was when I kissed my college-girl crush goodbye. He is a wonderful person, and is married now and will no doubt make a fantastic father if he is not already. But an object of desire? I am shaking my head while I horde my razors as we speak.

    Reply
  24. Well, I can impart to you this little story: there was a man on campus when I was a theatre major in college that made women all over town swoon, myself included. Since he was a communications major a few doors down I saw him everyday for years. Later he joined one of the local news networks as a reporter, then an anchor, and his eligible bachelor status reached mythic local proportions. About seven years ago, I went to work with him at said network. And he is a gorgeous man, no denying. But I also learned in between commercial breaks that he shaved himself head-to-toe for no other particular reason than he liked the feel and prided himself on having “smoother legs than Katie Couric”. He would also serenade us with music and dialogue word-per-word from “Coal Miner’s Daughter”. And that was when I kissed my college-girl crush goodbye. He is a wonderful person, and is married now and will no doubt make a fantastic father if he is not already. But an object of desire? I am shaking my head while I horde my razors as we speak.

    Reply
  25. Well, I can impart to you this little story: there was a man on campus when I was a theatre major in college that made women all over town swoon, myself included. Since he was a communications major a few doors down I saw him everyday for years. Later he joined one of the local news networks as a reporter, then an anchor, and his eligible bachelor status reached mythic local proportions. About seven years ago, I went to work with him at said network. And he is a gorgeous man, no denying. But I also learned in between commercial breaks that he shaved himself head-to-toe for no other particular reason than he liked the feel and prided himself on having “smoother legs than Katie Couric”. He would also serenade us with music and dialogue word-per-word from “Coal Miner’s Daughter”. And that was when I kissed my college-girl crush goodbye. He is a wonderful person, and is married now and will no doubt make a fantastic father if he is not already. But an object of desire? I am shaking my head while I horde my razors as we speak.

    Reply
  26. I fell in love with my husband when we were in high school. He has a caring heart and a listening ear that has not been destroyed even through the rigors of medical school and residency. Looks? Well, he’s no movie star but he’s hard working and well groomed. Looks don’t last but character does. There is some saying about “a kind heart is more valuable than a coronet.” That’s my hubby.

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  27. I fell in love with my husband when we were in high school. He has a caring heart and a listening ear that has not been destroyed even through the rigors of medical school and residency. Looks? Well, he’s no movie star but he’s hard working and well groomed. Looks don’t last but character does. There is some saying about “a kind heart is more valuable than a coronet.” That’s my hubby.

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  28. I fell in love with my husband when we were in high school. He has a caring heart and a listening ear that has not been destroyed even through the rigors of medical school and residency. Looks? Well, he’s no movie star but he’s hard working and well groomed. Looks don’t last but character does. There is some saying about “a kind heart is more valuable than a coronet.” That’s my hubby.

    Reply
  29. I fell in love with my husband when we were in high school. He has a caring heart and a listening ear that has not been destroyed even through the rigors of medical school and residency. Looks? Well, he’s no movie star but he’s hard working and well groomed. Looks don’t last but character does. There is some saying about “a kind heart is more valuable than a coronet.” That’s my hubby.

    Reply
  30. I fell in love with my husband when we were in high school. He has a caring heart and a listening ear that has not been destroyed even through the rigors of medical school and residency. Looks? Well, he’s no movie star but he’s hard working and well groomed. Looks don’t last but character does. There is some saying about “a kind heart is more valuable than a coronet.” That’s my hubby.

    Reply
  31. I remember sitting in a restaurant in a resort town up in the wilderness of Michigan, drooling over the guy at the next table. Around 30 years old, tall, tan, silver hair, silver/blue eyes, brilliant white teeth, dimples, he had some kind of accent. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him, until his date (a man) greeted him with a big kiss. My dreams were shattered…however, he was the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen.

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  32. I remember sitting in a restaurant in a resort town up in the wilderness of Michigan, drooling over the guy at the next table. Around 30 years old, tall, tan, silver hair, silver/blue eyes, brilliant white teeth, dimples, he had some kind of accent. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him, until his date (a man) greeted him with a big kiss. My dreams were shattered…however, he was the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen.

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  33. I remember sitting in a restaurant in a resort town up in the wilderness of Michigan, drooling over the guy at the next table. Around 30 years old, tall, tan, silver hair, silver/blue eyes, brilliant white teeth, dimples, he had some kind of accent. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him, until his date (a man) greeted him with a big kiss. My dreams were shattered…however, he was the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen.

    Reply
  34. I remember sitting in a restaurant in a resort town up in the wilderness of Michigan, drooling over the guy at the next table. Around 30 years old, tall, tan, silver hair, silver/blue eyes, brilliant white teeth, dimples, he had some kind of accent. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him, until his date (a man) greeted him with a big kiss. My dreams were shattered…however, he was the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen.

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  35. I remember sitting in a restaurant in a resort town up in the wilderness of Michigan, drooling over the guy at the next table. Around 30 years old, tall, tan, silver hair, silver/blue eyes, brilliant white teeth, dimples, he had some kind of accent. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him, until his date (a man) greeted him with a big kiss. My dreams were shattered…however, he was the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen.

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  36. I went out with this gorgeous Greek man who picked me up (!) in Bloomingdales in NYC (accent, dreamy eyes, well-to-do) but he smelled. I don’t know whether he just didn’t wear deorderant or the brand he bought failed. We dated for a few months but then I met my husband and he became fodder for a blog. *g*

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  37. I went out with this gorgeous Greek man who picked me up (!) in Bloomingdales in NYC (accent, dreamy eyes, well-to-do) but he smelled. I don’t know whether he just didn’t wear deorderant or the brand he bought failed. We dated for a few months but then I met my husband and he became fodder for a blog. *g*

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  38. I went out with this gorgeous Greek man who picked me up (!) in Bloomingdales in NYC (accent, dreamy eyes, well-to-do) but he smelled. I don’t know whether he just didn’t wear deorderant or the brand he bought failed. We dated for a few months but then I met my husband and he became fodder for a blog. *g*

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  39. I went out with this gorgeous Greek man who picked me up (!) in Bloomingdales in NYC (accent, dreamy eyes, well-to-do) but he smelled. I don’t know whether he just didn’t wear deorderant or the brand he bought failed. We dated for a few months but then I met my husband and he became fodder for a blog. *g*

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  40. I went out with this gorgeous Greek man who picked me up (!) in Bloomingdales in NYC (accent, dreamy eyes, well-to-do) but he smelled. I don’t know whether he just didn’t wear deorderant or the brand he bought failed. We dated for a few months but then I met my husband and he became fodder for a blog. *g*

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  41. Like most of the others here, I, too, will take a second, a third, maybe a fourth look at a handsome man. After all, we all like to look at pleasant things/people. But I’ve never been one to swoon over the men a lot of women find attractive. I agree with you Kalen–Clark Gable, Bruce Willis, ugh.
    Unlike in most romances, our real-life heroes are not necessarily gorgeous in face and form–mine isn’t, and it doesn’t matter. I’m happy.
    When it comes to a romance hero, I know exactly what I want–the kind of man my husband is. I want a decent, kind man, who gets exactly what he wants because he’s smarter than the other men, not because he has bigger muscles.
    Of course, since romances are part fantasy, my book hero will also be younger, better looking and richer.
    Edith, your romances fit my bill because I also like heroes who have been kicked around a bit, and it’s made then even better men, like the heroes in your Botany Bay series. Even the pirate in “Buried Treasure”, who started out as a rat turned out to be my kind of hero.
    Linda Banche

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  42. Like most of the others here, I, too, will take a second, a third, maybe a fourth look at a handsome man. After all, we all like to look at pleasant things/people. But I’ve never been one to swoon over the men a lot of women find attractive. I agree with you Kalen–Clark Gable, Bruce Willis, ugh.
    Unlike in most romances, our real-life heroes are not necessarily gorgeous in face and form–mine isn’t, and it doesn’t matter. I’m happy.
    When it comes to a romance hero, I know exactly what I want–the kind of man my husband is. I want a decent, kind man, who gets exactly what he wants because he’s smarter than the other men, not because he has bigger muscles.
    Of course, since romances are part fantasy, my book hero will also be younger, better looking and richer.
    Edith, your romances fit my bill because I also like heroes who have been kicked around a bit, and it’s made then even better men, like the heroes in your Botany Bay series. Even the pirate in “Buried Treasure”, who started out as a rat turned out to be my kind of hero.
    Linda Banche

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  43. Like most of the others here, I, too, will take a second, a third, maybe a fourth look at a handsome man. After all, we all like to look at pleasant things/people. But I’ve never been one to swoon over the men a lot of women find attractive. I agree with you Kalen–Clark Gable, Bruce Willis, ugh.
    Unlike in most romances, our real-life heroes are not necessarily gorgeous in face and form–mine isn’t, and it doesn’t matter. I’m happy.
    When it comes to a romance hero, I know exactly what I want–the kind of man my husband is. I want a decent, kind man, who gets exactly what he wants because he’s smarter than the other men, not because he has bigger muscles.
    Of course, since romances are part fantasy, my book hero will also be younger, better looking and richer.
    Edith, your romances fit my bill because I also like heroes who have been kicked around a bit, and it’s made then even better men, like the heroes in your Botany Bay series. Even the pirate in “Buried Treasure”, who started out as a rat turned out to be my kind of hero.
    Linda Banche

    Reply
  44. Like most of the others here, I, too, will take a second, a third, maybe a fourth look at a handsome man. After all, we all like to look at pleasant things/people. But I’ve never been one to swoon over the men a lot of women find attractive. I agree with you Kalen–Clark Gable, Bruce Willis, ugh.
    Unlike in most romances, our real-life heroes are not necessarily gorgeous in face and form–mine isn’t, and it doesn’t matter. I’m happy.
    When it comes to a romance hero, I know exactly what I want–the kind of man my husband is. I want a decent, kind man, who gets exactly what he wants because he’s smarter than the other men, not because he has bigger muscles.
    Of course, since romances are part fantasy, my book hero will also be younger, better looking and richer.
    Edith, your romances fit my bill because I also like heroes who have been kicked around a bit, and it’s made then even better men, like the heroes in your Botany Bay series. Even the pirate in “Buried Treasure”, who started out as a rat turned out to be my kind of hero.
    Linda Banche

    Reply
  45. Like most of the others here, I, too, will take a second, a third, maybe a fourth look at a handsome man. After all, we all like to look at pleasant things/people. But I’ve never been one to swoon over the men a lot of women find attractive. I agree with you Kalen–Clark Gable, Bruce Willis, ugh.
    Unlike in most romances, our real-life heroes are not necessarily gorgeous in face and form–mine isn’t, and it doesn’t matter. I’m happy.
    When it comes to a romance hero, I know exactly what I want–the kind of man my husband is. I want a decent, kind man, who gets exactly what he wants because he’s smarter than the other men, not because he has bigger muscles.
    Of course, since romances are part fantasy, my book hero will also be younger, better looking and richer.
    Edith, your romances fit my bill because I also like heroes who have been kicked around a bit, and it’s made then even better men, like the heroes in your Botany Bay series. Even the pirate in “Buried Treasure”, who started out as a rat turned out to be my kind of hero.
    Linda Banche

    Reply
  46. Okay Kalen,
    The Angelstone Turk in Lord Scandal is a total hottie. Now you’ve got me wondering…
    There are movies that totally would have worked for me if they’d been cast differently.
    Conspiracy Theory with Mel Gibson and Julia Roberts. Great story. No appeal for me in either h/h. But I’m obviously in the minority there.
    The Fifth Element and Twelve Monkeys: Bruce Willis.
    Fight Club: There’s the line toward the end where Brad Pitt says to Edward Norton, “I look like you wanna look…” Didn’t work for me. Now, Edward Norton is hot.
    That must be tricky in writing romance to write a hero who can have “leading man” appeal and “character actor” appeal depending upon the reader.
    My current screen fave is James McAvoy, who IMO embodies both, all 5’7″ of him.

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  47. Okay Kalen,
    The Angelstone Turk in Lord Scandal is a total hottie. Now you’ve got me wondering…
    There are movies that totally would have worked for me if they’d been cast differently.
    Conspiracy Theory with Mel Gibson and Julia Roberts. Great story. No appeal for me in either h/h. But I’m obviously in the minority there.
    The Fifth Element and Twelve Monkeys: Bruce Willis.
    Fight Club: There’s the line toward the end where Brad Pitt says to Edward Norton, “I look like you wanna look…” Didn’t work for me. Now, Edward Norton is hot.
    That must be tricky in writing romance to write a hero who can have “leading man” appeal and “character actor” appeal depending upon the reader.
    My current screen fave is James McAvoy, who IMO embodies both, all 5’7″ of him.

    Reply
  48. Okay Kalen,
    The Angelstone Turk in Lord Scandal is a total hottie. Now you’ve got me wondering…
    There are movies that totally would have worked for me if they’d been cast differently.
    Conspiracy Theory with Mel Gibson and Julia Roberts. Great story. No appeal for me in either h/h. But I’m obviously in the minority there.
    The Fifth Element and Twelve Monkeys: Bruce Willis.
    Fight Club: There’s the line toward the end where Brad Pitt says to Edward Norton, “I look like you wanna look…” Didn’t work for me. Now, Edward Norton is hot.
    That must be tricky in writing romance to write a hero who can have “leading man” appeal and “character actor” appeal depending upon the reader.
    My current screen fave is James McAvoy, who IMO embodies both, all 5’7″ of him.

    Reply
  49. Okay Kalen,
    The Angelstone Turk in Lord Scandal is a total hottie. Now you’ve got me wondering…
    There are movies that totally would have worked for me if they’d been cast differently.
    Conspiracy Theory with Mel Gibson and Julia Roberts. Great story. No appeal for me in either h/h. But I’m obviously in the minority there.
    The Fifth Element and Twelve Monkeys: Bruce Willis.
    Fight Club: There’s the line toward the end where Brad Pitt says to Edward Norton, “I look like you wanna look…” Didn’t work for me. Now, Edward Norton is hot.
    That must be tricky in writing romance to write a hero who can have “leading man” appeal and “character actor” appeal depending upon the reader.
    My current screen fave is James McAvoy, who IMO embodies both, all 5’7″ of him.

    Reply
  50. Okay Kalen,
    The Angelstone Turk in Lord Scandal is a total hottie. Now you’ve got me wondering…
    There are movies that totally would have worked for me if they’d been cast differently.
    Conspiracy Theory with Mel Gibson and Julia Roberts. Great story. No appeal for me in either h/h. But I’m obviously in the minority there.
    The Fifth Element and Twelve Monkeys: Bruce Willis.
    Fight Club: There’s the line toward the end where Brad Pitt says to Edward Norton, “I look like you wanna look…” Didn’t work for me. Now, Edward Norton is hot.
    That must be tricky in writing romance to write a hero who can have “leading man” appeal and “character actor” appeal depending upon the reader.
    My current screen fave is James McAvoy, who IMO embodies both, all 5’7″ of him.

    Reply
  51. “Even the pirate in “Buried Treasure”, who started out as a rat turned out to be my kind of hero.”
    Linda, that is one of my favorite short stories of Edith’s! It’s a keeper.

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  52. “Even the pirate in “Buried Treasure”, who started out as a rat turned out to be my kind of hero.”
    Linda, that is one of my favorite short stories of Edith’s! It’s a keeper.

    Reply
  53. “Even the pirate in “Buried Treasure”, who started out as a rat turned out to be my kind of hero.”
    Linda, that is one of my favorite short stories of Edith’s! It’s a keeper.

    Reply
  54. “Even the pirate in “Buried Treasure”, who started out as a rat turned out to be my kind of hero.”
    Linda, that is one of my favorite short stories of Edith’s! It’s a keeper.

    Reply
  55. “Even the pirate in “Buried Treasure”, who started out as a rat turned out to be my kind of hero.”
    Linda, that is one of my favorite short stories of Edith’s! It’s a keeper.

    Reply
  56. Love the comments!
    Shaven news anchors, bad dancers, loving dh’s, facsinating gay men, and old movie lovers. You guys are so interesting!
    Linda and Sherrie – Aye, Maties. There be something about a pirate – and a highwayman – and a gentleman jewel thief. But yet there ain’t nuthin’ about a mugger, a carjacker or a pocketbook snatcher! Same crimes, different eras.
    I guess it’s the costumes, and the time element. Anything can be romanticized by Time!

    Reply
  57. Love the comments!
    Shaven news anchors, bad dancers, loving dh’s, facsinating gay men, and old movie lovers. You guys are so interesting!
    Linda and Sherrie – Aye, Maties. There be something about a pirate – and a highwayman – and a gentleman jewel thief. But yet there ain’t nuthin’ about a mugger, a carjacker or a pocketbook snatcher! Same crimes, different eras.
    I guess it’s the costumes, and the time element. Anything can be romanticized by Time!

    Reply
  58. Love the comments!
    Shaven news anchors, bad dancers, loving dh’s, facsinating gay men, and old movie lovers. You guys are so interesting!
    Linda and Sherrie – Aye, Maties. There be something about a pirate – and a highwayman – and a gentleman jewel thief. But yet there ain’t nuthin’ about a mugger, a carjacker or a pocketbook snatcher! Same crimes, different eras.
    I guess it’s the costumes, and the time element. Anything can be romanticized by Time!

    Reply
  59. Love the comments!
    Shaven news anchors, bad dancers, loving dh’s, facsinating gay men, and old movie lovers. You guys are so interesting!
    Linda and Sherrie – Aye, Maties. There be something about a pirate – and a highwayman – and a gentleman jewel thief. But yet there ain’t nuthin’ about a mugger, a carjacker or a pocketbook snatcher! Same crimes, different eras.
    I guess it’s the costumes, and the time element. Anything can be romanticized by Time!

    Reply
  60. Love the comments!
    Shaven news anchors, bad dancers, loving dh’s, facsinating gay men, and old movie lovers. You guys are so interesting!
    Linda and Sherrie – Aye, Maties. There be something about a pirate – and a highwayman – and a gentleman jewel thief. But yet there ain’t nuthin’ about a mugger, a carjacker or a pocketbook snatcher! Same crimes, different eras.
    I guess it’s the costumes, and the time element. Anything can be romanticized by Time!

    Reply

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