Oh Scottish men, how you make me sigh!
You made me want to never say goodbye.
From the beginning my eye was caught
It left me feeling quite fraught.
I had not anticipated your handsome ways,
(nor did I anticipate you would all have baes).
I thought you would be modest and pale
How could I know you would better than kale?!
With your manly beards on your face
I feared I would lose all my grace.
I was impressed with high level of fitness,
It made me want to shout “Can I get a witness!?”
You each had a charming smile and lovely eyes
I could not stop staring despite all my tries.
Your suits were tailored to a perfect fit,
why don’t American men do the same with it?
I could spend all day singing your praises.
But each time one walks by it causes eyebrow raises.
How I wish one of you would propose, so I can stay
To always admire your amazing Scottish ways.
In all seriousness, meeting people in Scotland was one of my favorite things. And flirting was even better.
It does not surprise me that every Scottish man I met had a girlfriend. These girls know what they are doing. Lock down that handsome man that gets his suits tailored and knows how to treat a women well. Yes, Scottish ladies, you get yours.
I was completely unprepared for how handsome Scottish men would be. I was shocked from the first moment I set foot on the street and started to walk into town. These men would be walking towards me and I would take note of how tall they were. And then you realize they are far more fit than you would have thought (all that Scottish ale, why don’t they all have bellies? I guess the older men do, but that’s not so bad). And then the beards. Oh those beards were so manly and rugged but also well-groomed. Those were the ideal beards right there. And yes, many of the men were redheads, which is attractive to me. But many were also brunette. And then you would get very close and you would notice that they all had these clear eyes. They were hypnotizing.
I could not stop staring.
And it doesn’t help that at lunch hour and around 4:30 in the afternoon they would all come out of work in their suits. These suits were all perfectly tailored. They would have on their wonderful leather shoes and their coordinated suits and I would have to stop from turning my head as they walked by.
I had a few drinks purchased for me, I got to make-out with a handsome Italian man, and went to a nightclub for a night of dancing and flirting. So I did ok. I will tell some of those stories with more detail, because they are absolutely worth telling. But this post is to celebrate the men of Scotland and to just publicly thank them all for just existing. They exceeded my expectations.
And I suppose I exceeded my own expectations by showing up with confidence and going with the flow.