I saw/encountered many lovely men in Sydney. I have always had a crush on gentleman, whether they are wearing suits or not. And in Sydney there were many of them! They let women/ladies walk ahead, open doors, stands up and let you sit in the train and all the other gentleman actions. They were joggers, motorcyclist, racer-cyclists, surfers, just a regular guy on the streets. Not all of them were massively fit with huge muscles but fit nevertheless. They are gorgeous inside and out.
The men made me realize how much men are alike. When I smile and thank them, their eyes lit up, some smile shyly, others smile with such a broad smile it made me shy. There was one however, who couldn't talk properly to me again after I smiled and avoided eye contact for the rest of the evening. He looks like the owner of the restaurant, neat jeans, shirt, neat leather shoes, super fit manly man, an Italian, speaks English with an Italian accent, medium short beard, a bit curled long hair, two meters tall. Oh my gosh, it was adorable to see such a man being shy or whatever he was trying to do? I so wanted to hug him! Especially when we paid for the dinner and he smiled broadly at me, while he stood tall next to me.
Unfortunately various things during my vacation made me think of a guy at home. All features of various men, surfer, jogger, racer-cyclist, motorcyclist, broad smile, look away shyly, not being able to talk, stammering, an atlete, making jokes to make me smile again, lingering look to see whether I will look back. Why am I bloody missing him?!
Line of today: Does sneezing really mean that someone is talking about you? (I have sneezed quite alot for no reason at all...)