They say that driving is an art. Well if it is, then I'm clearly an Expressionist. Or Abstract even. I will come to a grinding halt on the highway if I see some eye candy walking near the road. I will cut across three lanes to get behind the car being driven by the cute blonde guy wearing shades. I've also been known to terrify a fellow passenger by narrowly missing driving onto
the pavement when I noticed some fellow wandering around shirtless near the beach. Yes, I am a driving hazard - but at least I don't tailgate you on the highway at 140kph and blind you with headlights that belong on a lifeguard's boat. Unless of course, you're blonde and wearing shades.
I think my taste in men is going somewhat downhill. Lately I've found every Tom, Dick, Harry and Raj to be cute. Maybe it's just raging hormones or something but I keep going "Ooo" and "Aaah" over every second guy that crosses my path. Public poll time - this chap was at a coffee shop I recently discovered and he was a total doll by looking directly at the camera while I took his photo. So, hot or not? Leave your comments!
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