There are worse jobs.
On these pages are the fruits of not just our efforts, but the breathless nominations of hundreds of people eager to share with the rest of the city the objects of their lust.
Lust, it turns out, is alive and well in Atlanta. It consumes us, it embarrasses us, it empties our wallets and purses. But it also invigorates us. It makes our heart quicken. In the end, lust is energy -- boundless, optimistic energy. It makes us take the long way to work, so we can see if our favorite barista is behind the counter at the coffee shop; it keeps us out late, so we can exchange numbers with the sandy-haired bartender in East Atlanta; it twists our words and clouds our brain and makes standing uncomfortable. Lust keeps us coming back for more, when reason and a mirror tell us we should just stay home and give the dog a bath.
But as universal as lust is, it is also channeled by each of us in a different way. A glance through this year's selection confirms that -- we have winsome waifs, smart-aleck waitresses and a bearded guy who loves bears. Will you find them all hot? Probably not. But even if you find just one, we'll have done our job. We thank all the people who opened up their lives and their bedrooms to us.
Some things you should know about this year's Lust List: It is the result of hundreds and hundreds of nominations, both mailed in and submitted online. We read every last one, and we tracked down as many as we could, given the realities of deadlines and sometimes vague descriptions ("the hot guy at Whole Foods!"). If the object of your lust is not here, and you believe no Lust List is complete without them, please accept our apologies and our entreaties to submit their name next year. Also, space constraints kept us from including in the print edition every winner we would have liked to include; for more Lust List'ers, go to www.atlanta.creativeloafing.com.
A parting thought: Many of our nominations were almost poignant; a few even proposed marriage. As keepers of the Lust List, we are experts not in matters of the heart, but in matters of the pants. Still, it occurs to us that if you're that serious about your hottie, maybe you ought to just bite the bullet and ask them out.
Tell them Creative Loafing sent you.
The Lust List was compiled by Andisheh Nouraee and Steve Fennessy.
Interviews were conducted by Nouraee.
Photographs by Jim Stawniak.
Lust List 2004
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