There are times when I remember why I like sweet romances. I just came back from a very chill date with a guy I hooked up with a while ago, and it was super nice. You can get a delicious thrill without sexual tension, just making someone laugh.
Despite a joking list of prerequisites for a potential husband (I love the smell of coffee, but can't stand the taste, so for example he would have to be a coffee drinker so I could get my aroma kick without being wasteful), there are very few definitive traits I demand from a guy. But a deep, pleasant voice — the kind that rubs your spine — is on the "bonus points" list.
Sometimes I think English is particularly sparse in vocabulary to describe anything but the visual.