I don't just mean generic attractive sorts, I'm talking people who looked like they had a bit of depth below their admittedly aesthetically pleasing exteriors.

Mine was 5'2 early twenties girl in Bournemouth's branch of Borders.
She was wearing indigo blue skinny jeans with slip-on Vans, an emerald green wool peacoat and one of those black knitted beret type hats that every girl in the world is wearing right now. Jet black hair, brown eyes, quite a lot of mascara, but, it totally worked for her.

Even the fact that she purchased a copy of some magazine called 'Socialist Review' wasn't enough to put me off....I own an army surplus jacket, I can stop shaving for a while and pretend to agree with her that everything in Cuba is great!

Remember, it's not stalking, it's people watching.