Okay, so he wasn't a bad-looking man, when his eyes weren't red and he wasn't snarling.

He was not a bad-looking young man though he had on a bright blue suit and yellow socks that were not pulled up far enough.

"You saw a bad-looking man go into Mrs. Hagin's house?"

He was not a bad-looking man; he had strength and self-confidence aplenty.

He was a nice man, not bad-looking, even with one ear.

Savn wasn't a bad-looking young man, for a Teckla-thin, maybe a bit wan, but good bones.

"I'm not a bad-looking man for my age," he told himself, with a conceited smile.

Not a bad-looking man, although his hair was an atypical brown, rather than black.

Yet he wasn't a bad-looking man.

Reed wasn't a bad-looking man and he was sure as hell interesting.