So I'm in a meeting this morning with a young artist.
He is very handsome, creative and charming, but there is something more.
I find myself doing a mental comparison:
Mousy hair - check
Pale skin - the same
Stubble - with the correct proportion of brown and a worrying amount of the ginge
Eyes blue - a little darker but not too far off
Height - right
His lower lip is a bit thinner but definitely a similar shape and the upper is a direct hit
Nose - this is key. The husband has the perfect nose (and no, that isn't a euphemism) this guy's is close enough - isn't too bad, straight, not to big, not too small. Yeah. A good shape I could live with that.
He's as close as damnit to the husband.
What has the world come to when I find myself eying up other men, not as objects of lust but as potential sperm donors even when the husband's ejaculate has passed all its tests.
Have I completely lost the plot? Am I alone in this?