Two women in my life have called me handsome. The first was my mother. She mentioned it when I was a teenager but added that I would "age into my looks". The second is my partner, Veronica, who has said it convincingly a few times now. I will probably never get tired of hearing it. My ex-wife, who I was with for more than thirty years, once said that how I looked didn't matter to her. It was something, but not quite the same as "handsome". Here is the handsome man below -- and the view is quite nice too.