There’s a tall, good looking guy looking for me

I walked into my office the other day and was greeted by a “Shay-non. You here. There was a man looking for you”.
Ha. Thought I. Who? Said I.
“Uh, I don’t know. Tall. Tall man.”
Ha. Thought I. Well, what did he look like? Was it Pete? Tall guy, glasses, red hair? Said I (Pete being tall and having red hair he’s quite distinct – even people who don’t know who he is, generally know who he is.)
“No, no red hair. Tall man, Tall good looking man.”
Ha. Thought I. Thanks. Said I.
I checked with all the usual suspects (in this case, any male I could possibly think of who might have been looking for me), none of them came by.
Well, good news is, there’s a tall, good-looking guy out there looking for me… he also matches the description of “my boyfriend” in a friends dream a while back (she only saw him from the back – she didn’t want to be nosy, and figured I would let her know I was seeing somebody when I was ready, but from what she could tell he was tall and good-looking) –
Now if only I could figure out who he is…