Has it really been a whole week since I wrote in this? Wow. It only seemed like a few days. Busy, busy doing the mommy routine. The baby all of a sudden decided she's not going to sleep at night anymore, so I've been staying up until 4 and 5 a.m. most nights.

I've been taking advantage of the opportunity to catch up on late night TV. I haven't seen Highlander in years. I'd forgotten just how much I'd enjoyed that show, especially Adrian Paul. Talk about masculine !

Years ago I knew this guy, aptly named Gabriel, who (cliched as it sounds) had the face of an angel and the body of a Greek god. He was beautiful. I'm not talking simple attractiveness or sexiness, but truly breath-takingly beautiful. Put them side by side and Gabriel would make Adrian Paul look ugly. There was just something in the way he was put together, something in his bone structure, coloring and musculature that went beyond anything I'd ever seen before, into flawless beauty.

The great thing about Gabriel was that he had no idea at all that he was so gorgeous. Every woman I knew was dying to get his attention, and he was too shy to look up and notice. You see, all through his childhood and adolescence he'd been fat. A couple of years after moving away from his home town, though, he had this roommate who was really into weightlifting and got Gabriel started on it. It changed his body so much that by the time he moved back to his home town, no-one who'd known him in high school recognized him.

Out of all the men I've known who were seriously attractive, Gabriel is the only one who wasn't also seriously arrogant. I've often wondered who finally got his attention. I certainly wouldn't have minded having the opportunity to spend some time staring into those beautiful eyes!