Sexiness is Relative
Yes, Yes, Yes, YES!!!
The game was a fun one to watch, and I am wonderfully, deeply in love with the Italian goalkeeper. 'Magic hands' is right. Throw in a pair of gorgeous eyes and you have one seriously love-struck child over heah… He can’t take a penalty worth a damn, but the other saves were too beautiful to be true…
I’ve been suffering pangs of heartache over the Serie A scandal, for the Italian and Spanish leagues are a hell of a lot of fun to watch… More drama and Oscar-winning antics in the first half than a full season of Mis Tres Hermanas.. But the play is so fluid that it’s a delight to see… In the Finals,
Now I come to the point of this post.
Sexiness is definitely relative for me.
I have never found a man to be so sexy as when he is doing something. I fell for the goalkeeper from the first of his spectacular saves. My slight admiration for one of my seniors turned into a full-blown crush the moment I saw him on the basketball court. V for Vendetta star Hugo Weaving had me melting from the moment he opened his mouth and delivered a speech so smoothly I think my brain froze from the eloquence of the moment. (And I’ve seen the guys face… Elrond does nothing for me… but if V had asked me politely to give him all my David Eddings books.. ‘Here you go...Enjoy the read!!’)
Point is… men are abso-fucking-lutely sexay when they do something, anything, with their own, unique style…..
I’d never seen or heard Yongfook when I began reading his blog. If you’d asked me what I thought of him after a couple of entries, his humour and sarcasm automatically classified him as sexy. I was never so completely amazed by one of my guy friends, than when we had a verbal slanging match for over two hours that eventually deteriorated into a full-blown snark war.
Go ahead and ask me what I think is sexy… I’ll never be able to tell you…
“ I ain’t shooting nobody! Call me a faggot… When the war’s over I’ll be the faggot with two legs…” ~ Chris Rock