The lady who works at the local Seven-11 admires my hubby for his clean, crisp suit and tie. She says nobody dresses up any more. I call her "Alice in Wonderland" for her starry-eyed view of us. I can understand how she might find the JW's attractive, I have seen her boyfriend. He has a days' worth of beard, has stringy, greasy hair, and has a predatory, Neanderthal air about him. It looks like he is just as likely to spit in our direction as shake our hand.
Also, from the regular stream of lovelorn who come to this board, there must be some admirable qualities to the JW male. He is generally clean-cut, soft spoken, civil, polite, and humble. Typically, he is a perfect gentleman on dates (almost as good as dating a gay guy). Only later does she discover the double life that leaves these men with knots in their stomach and other body parts.