DH must be the next Daniel Craig in academic tweeds. On a recent conference trip to Chicago, he was batted off in Starbucks by the female barrista who said "you don't have to pay for that!", with regards to his coffee.
He also tells me, while on the same trip, that he was innocently having a chaste cigarette outside his hotel, when a woman came up and asked to stroke his hair
. He was surprised, so agreed. She stroked his silver highlights and left him alone them.
I am creaming my gussets at the though of bedding such an attractive man tonight and for the past nineteen years.