For a guy, I'm not so horrible looking. Kind of rugged and sexy, in a somewhat wrinkled, thinning hair kind of way. When I look in the mirror I see the chiseled body of a 27 year old. So, like most men, I'm completely delusional. I'm Italian, if it matters, and shame on you if it does. Unless of course, you prefer Italians, in which case I congratulate you on your good taste. I've had the pleasure of being with a few beautiful women in my day. I've also been told to get lost by some not so beautiful. I've concluded that you women are a strange bunch, but, for reasons beyond my control, I desire your company anyway. The hat in the photo is a fashion statement. In this case, the statement is . . . I look better with my bald spot covered. I refuse to minimize the pool of women that will write me by describing my perfect date. I will say that men are visual creatures, we can't help it. It's in our genes. So, if I'm attracted to you, that's a great place to start. As an added bonus, I'm very good with kids. I've had a lot of practice.