There is a gorgeous male nurse at my hospital. When I see him I can feel the blush rising (not my usual alcohol-induced "Asian flush") and have to turn my head away for fear of being caught. On occasions that I have a legitimate reason to speak to him, I view admire him as I do a beautiful painting, trying to absorb the details. Long, long eyelashes; delicate cheekbones; softly curling hair. I don't know anything more about him than his name and I'm too shy to find out anything more. I wonder if he likes girls.