He was the most wanted man in Capitol Hill. People who were attracted to men wanted him, people who weren’t attracted to men wanted to be him (although a few people who weren’t normally attracted to men were confused by their own interest in him).
There wasn’t a person alive who understood his appeal completely, least of all himself. Of course, one could imagine theories and ideas and educated guesses about what made him so attractive, but it was all so subconscious that the real reason was illusive.
The folks attracted to him were the least aware of why they wanted him so badly. Everyone just knew they wanted to know him, to be near him, even to be seduced by him.
He was nothing special physically. He wasn’t unattractive, but he was certainly nothing to write home about. His hair was often unkempt, not in that effortlessly sexy way, but in an absent minded professor sort of way. His teeth, while well cared for, were ever so slightly yellowed by years of chain smoking and coffee drinking. His nose had an odd hook to it, yet the nose wasn’t large, just hooked, giving the appearance of a small bird of prey. The color of his eyes were an ordinary brown, far from striking. His chin was just a little too weak, his cheek bones just a little too strong. His face was a collection of features that bordered on being attractive, but just missed the mark.
He made the odd hilarious comment now and then, but no one would call him funny. He saw things pretty clearly, but no one would call him brilliant. He was just a tad too shy to be considered confident, just a bit too short to be physically imposing, and his belly was just round enough to keep his body from being one normally considered ‘sexy.’
Yet, his track record with the ladies was impressive by any standard. Women just seemed to gravitate toward him. He was attentive and comfortable in his own skin, and it seemed that when he listened he was really listening, when he was speaking he was genuinely meaning the things he said. Somehow, his lack of any striking feature combined with his authenticity and ability to see people made him at once safe and intriguing. On one side, it was only his lack of novelty that was novel, but on the other side it could be said that someone who truly listens when someone else speaks is novel indeed.
There were times his male friends found the way women interacted with him irksome. Yet, the jealousy quickly faded, because he listened well to his male friends, too. His authenticity gained their trust and affection as well.