Dating tall handsome scottish men
So although my old quest is now defunct (looking forward to broken heaters this winter, though!), I've been called upon to fill in for the lovely Gena Kaufman while she's on vacation for the next two weeks.We've switched places: I'm just back from three sunny weeks in Spain, capped off by a crazy weekend in Brussels with some girlfriends from college, so her last post is a great lead-in to my purely cultural observations about European men (*) is off to a delicious start.
I'm also developing this weird thing for men in kilts, because that's completely normal.
It's been a while since last summer, when, as a broke, AC-less intern, I wrote about searching for a man in NYC with air conditioning.
Since then, I've graduated and moved abroad to Edinburgh, Scotland, where I'll be starting my Master's degree in the fall.
We're analyzing the space-to-tapas ratio of our disproportionally small tabletop and have come to the conclusion that there is just enough room for a bottle of rioja. They're expressive and, just like what I found in Italy and Paris, the more forward ones will call out "Bella! It's not a big deal here—you just have to perfect what my French professor called the "f**k-off face." But besides the street-calling-outers, the guys are beautiful, incredibly nice, and talkative.
A server we hadn't seen before comes over with our wine glasses and interrupts our blatant checking-out of Gorgeous Spanish Man No. As the waiter comes over, said man looks at our table, smiles, and gives us an admiring nod.
Then he looks at our full table top, and, rather in contrast to Gorgeous Spanish Man No.