Manly and masculine without feeling the need to be “macho.” Strength without the need to “throw your weight around.”
Confidence without cockiness. A keen intelligence seen in those eyes. Intelligence and that glint of mischief.
“I take my craft seriously. Myself? Not so much,” they seem to say.
There’s the hint of a smile playing about those well-shaped lips. The smile of a man who handles life’s challenges with grace, aplomb and good humor.
A man easy to admire, adore and desire.
And I never grow tired of looking at you, listening to you, reading your words, Richard Armitage.
(Oh, and thank you for those biceps. The world somehow feels safer when I see those biceps.)