Oh this is a fun thread. When I was young, looks meant more to me, but, as early as my late twenties, looks became a very secondary thing.
Two years ago, at age sixty, I met Dyslexia. It was as if I had lost my usual reticence and just knew that I wanted that man in any way I could have him. And yes, the blood still runs hot when you're sixty!!
He wouldn't be considered handsome, but he sure is cute. But what first attracted me, before I ever set eyes on him, was his writing on a2k. His philosophy, sensitivity, ironic, intelligent sense of humor and lack of pretense. I left a thirty four year marriage to be with him and, two years later, I'm happier than I've ever been in my life. I never knew love could be like this.
When you get beyond looks, there is so much territory that can be incredibly beautiful, and so interesting that it will take a lifetime to explore.
And even though he has a bony ass, he has the cutest litte cheeks. 
