There is the dreamiest man intensely reading a paperback a couple of tables over.
I'm too old & blind to see what the book is, so I'm going to imagine it's Ayn Rand to kill my lady boner/regret.
ETA: so I looked up and smiled, which is a vast improvement over my decades-old technique of staring down and spilling something on myself or other person. He did smile back, but he was several tables over and the only way to start a conversation was to negotiate a crowded space like I was accepting a TV award at the Golden Globes. (See spilling technique)
Pretty sure he was half my age.
ETA2: I'm pretty sure I've never used the word "dreamy" to describe a person, even ironically, but it somehow seemed to fit.