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Thursday, September 02, 2004

Doing my bit for the UN

After throwing away a comment here about my favourite sort of man being a Scotsman I've been thinking, what nationalities would I rank as lovers, possible lovers or at least someone who I've smooched or talked dirty with!

My worse ever was an Australian, sorry to all the lovely Aussies out there, but he really was shabby, however never being one to judge too quickly on technique and always happy to be proved wrong I agreed to meet him in Macau for a 'dirty' weekend a few weeks after we had first consummated our 'friendship'. We had seen a fair bit of each other over the following few weeks and things were not getting any better!

Hmm it was about as dirty and dull as a trip to the laundry room at a convent. Not only was he 'too tired' the first night, but he was "keen to get to the pool" first thing in the morning, what on earth was the point in inviting me to join him for a dirty weekend then!!?!?!
And those were the words he had used. But to top it all on the Sunday he was called *ahem* or so he said back to HK for work reasons (a load of bollocks) and left me with the bill and yes we were staying at the Hyatt. And that was the only stiff thing that was around that weekend.
He then left HK to live in the US the following week. And had the cheek to call me 6mnths later when he was passing through HK and wondered if I was free to meet up. I said no thank you and you still owe me xx for your share of the hotel bill. That was the last I heard from him.

However about 2 years later Australian honor was raised by a rather dashing young(er) man who more than made up for his countryman's lack of finesse.

An American ex Marine Officer was the 'biggest' although not the best.

A South African was the sweetest.

A Belgian was the most clingy. (run run run for the hills)

A Frenchman was the naughtest by email and phone but never lived up to his 'promises' we met once for drinks and he carried on an email flirtation with me for months that never amounted to anything.

An Italian was the most creepy, and as it turns out, the most married.



I've never been disappointed by a Scotsman though!

17 comments:

Spirit Fingers said...

I knew it, those clingy Belgians!

Anonymous said...

I have never been the topic of a blog!

Flattered....

YOUR Scotsman

Mia said...

MY Scotsman? hmmmmmm I wonder!

Anonymous said...

Play your cards right...

YOUR Scotsman...(maybe!)

Mia said...

Ah, but are you a cheeky Scotsman?

Anonymous said...

So is cheeky a bad thing?

YOUR Scotsman

Mia said...

Rarely

Anonymous said...

Good...I enjoy a bit of cheek...

Scotsman

Anonymous said...

... heh... if you enjoyed the Marine Officers, just wait till you see the NCOs...

Mia said...

"if you enjoyed the Marine Officers"

Crikey, it was just the ONE!

Anonymous said...

There is ofcourse another way to look at this...and that is my favourite woman...

could get into hot water here...

Caught something nasty of an Aussie once...

Scotsman

Mia said...

Hope you were able to get it cleared up!

Anonymous said...

All clean now...but you dont want to know how viscious a nurse can be with an umbrella!

Scotsman

Mia said...

Your correct, I really don't.

Anonymous said...

i've only been with eight women in my life

but eight years ago I met a lovely Senegalese woman who had eight brothers and sisters.

really. a huge family. and I think that this made her personality so stunning. she was very giving, very loyal, and very very funny.

I guess when you have eight brothers adn sisters, you have to stand out somehow.

Indiana said...

National reputation to live up..or is it down to.

Mia said...

Platypus, think of it as restoring your nations honour!