I have a really clear picture in my head of my T and what he looks like. I love his smile, I love the look on his face when he's thinking really hard. I also have a really clear picture in my head of his various shoes. He has a brown pair I hate, and for some reason it bugs me that he has so many different pairs and actually matches them to his pants. Since I routinely wear two pairs of boots - either brown or black - depending on my pants, it seems weird that my male T has more shoes than me AND a better sense of style.

And I know a fair amount about his personal life - we discussed early on my first experience in therapy and that a "blank slat" thing totally didn't work for me.

Kind of the opposite of what hankster was saying, my T just looks kind of "normal" when he's sitting there. The first time we hugged, I was shocked at how muscular he is. His chest and arms are totally hard with muscle - no fat. I had two quick reactions to that - one just totally physical and normal (I hope). The other was to think how glad I was that I had never discussed my body issues with him or how gross I am physically.