Medusa's Beauty: Fantasy/Myth

The quick glimpse into the room beyond the curtain was enough to render him blind for life. It was worth it, he'd insist, to anybody who'd listen. She was the most beautiful woman in the world, he'd swear. I will die happy if I never see another face but hers, he'd say, before asking if the nice gentlemen could buy him another drink, poor blind man that he was. She was the most perfect creature he'd ever seen. She really, truly was. A part of him thought that it was only fair that the sight of her robbed him of his eyes forever. Nobody believed him, of course. They all knew that she was the most hideous creature ever spawned of man and monster. That was why the very sight of her was enough to render a man blind. Snakes for hair, they'd say. A face that--

Inspiration: Something about a quick glimpse into a room....
Story Potential: I really don't know. Um. Medium, I guess.
Notes: I think this is a story that might be best told by somebody not-me. Mythology is not my forte. Basic premise: it's Medusa's incredible beauty that renders men blind, but nobody believes this guy, until....