The great thing about CL's annual Lust List, if we do say so ourselves, is how it manages to prove, year after year, that you don't have to be on TV, do swimsuit modeling or play pro sports to be smoking hot. The Lust List is all about our readers' pitch-perfect ability to scout out top-shelf talent that's as close as the neighborhood coffee shop, hair salon or boutique. Just regular working folks who make your pulse race or your thoughts descend gutter-ward when they serve your cocktail or ring up your purchase. In short: You readers have succeeded in bringing deserved attention to hot Atlantans who are accessible - out of your league, perhaps, but at least accessible in theory.
Your nominees were numerous and top-notch. And our task to select a delectable dozen was far from easy. That said, if you choose to check out any of the honorees in their workplaces, we offer this rule of thumb gleaned from hours of interviews: Don't be creepy. Don't cop a feel while they're cutting your hair or request a hug before you've been properly introduced. Don't use some lame-ass pick-up line you heard in a movie trailer. And, whatever you do, don't hand them a baggie containing pubes. Straight from the horse's mouth. It doesn't work.
If you're lucky enough to meet a Lust Lister, just be cool. They're nice people who, like most nice people, enjoy a smile, interesting conversation and a decent tip. How easy is that?