She is way more beautiful, talented and sexy than I could ever hope to be.I am the same way about creating images in my head of people I meet over the internet. It's the same for books I read. Without pictures of characters, the reader is forced to pick up clues from context (or descriptions from the author) as to how to envision their characters. It's one of the most pleasing aspects of reading. I'm somewhat disappointed in seeing movie portrayals of favored books because it robs me of my own image by substituting the actor's face instead.
As to how I look: Imagine seeing a stranger as you pass by on the street. At first glance, she's nothing special: not extraordinarily pretty or shapely or even interesting although something compels you to give her a second glance. Was it the silver streaked hair? Wasn't she smiling? She walks briskly, as if she has places to go and people to see. You glance back, this time only taking in the view of her back. There's a backpack slung across her back. Well, you decide, it’s too late for introductions, so you continue your way without a second thought to the stranger you passed on the street.
That, my friend, was me. I zealously guard my anonymity. I have no craving to be famous. I do not seek attention from strangers. I dress demurely, wear no makeup and try to blend in as much as possible.