You don't even need to see him move, he's just that nice?
Then when you DO see him go, you think about how amazing it would be to ride that. To have all that power and talent to work with.
And then you're half in love with him before you've even met him?
Good things come in plain brown wrappers.
He's OTTB, belongs to a friend-of-a-friend. Impeccably bred, too slow as a racehorse. My vet has checked him and several people I trust think he is a fantastic prospect.
All that's left now is for us to meet. He's several states away; I fly out today to spend the weekend with him.
Keep your fingers crossed!