Mind over matter...?

It is no secret that when looking for a man, women look for certain qualities such as ambition, a good character, humour AND good looks. Yes I said it...good looks. It may seem fickle and even somewhat presumptuous considering that the closest my body has been to a 6 pack is when I am in the alcohol aisle at Tesco BUT that doesn't stop the pure fact that one has to find their partner physically attractive. So riddle me this...what is one supposed to do when they find a good man with every relevant characteristic barring the glowing physical attributes???

I have always known what I find sexually attractive in a man. The common 'tall, dark and handsome' phrase comes to mind but I am usually not too fussy. At 5"3, most men fulfil the height quota and my perception of handsome has been known to range from Taye Diggs right up to Average Joe. I don't mind a soft belly here or a chipped tooth here but I have never found myself in a situation where I have to be extremely liberal in order to say something positive about a potential interest's features...up until now that is. 

The man in question, I have dubbed Damon after the super sexy character from the popular T.V. series, The Vampire Diaries. I chose the name Damon because he too chooses to put up the 'mean guy' facade when in my humble opinion, he is a big softy on the inside but alas that is where the similarity ends. Now Damon is truly a lovely man; generous, considerate, affectionate, often bloody argumentative but who wants an entirely docile man anyway?? However, he does not quite fit my usual physical bill. I have slapped myself internally multiple times for even thinking such thoughts but after spending a weekend with Damon and realising just how lovely he is, I know I have some serious considerations before things go any further.

I have never thought of myself as being so fickle in nature. In fact, I usually never even go for the stereotypically 'good looking' guy but neither do I go to the other end of the spectrum. So, I am facing a rather difficult dilemma...do I go for mind over matter and cherish the fact that we have rather tantalising cerebral coitus? or do I give in to the devil on my shoulder and place him firmly in the 'just friends' box?? Maybe if I stick to him, it will be like the frog prince and my kiss will be enough to transform him into a prince [or at the very least, a clean shaven and well dressed man] ...or maybe my lips will just get covered in frog slime...