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Maltese Musings #3 – Boyz II Men
It’s interesting, I think, how different nationalities’ males age differently. When I was in Berlin, for example, I found it quite striking how many of the German boys (for which I also include young men) were amazingly chiseled and smooth of skin, and yet from observational evidence it seemed as if their destinies would involve a sudden transformation into pink leather the second they hit 35.
Now, other Rob, with whom I do the Griffin Quiz, mused prior to the holiday that he’d heard Maltese Boys were hot and I remember assuring him I would verify whether or not this was true.
But actually that kind of became rather tricky. Malta’s primary industry is that of tourism, which kind of made it difficult to tell whether the guys we were (hopefully) subtly eyeing up were Maltese, foreign tourists, or foreigners who’d settled in for a bit. So basically anyone of a vaguely Mediterranean bent got lumped together into one, really.
But yes, within that category there was a certain amount of hotness it must be said.
One thing, though, to hark back to my earlier point, was that even if you did sit and decide on some alleged Maltese Boy who you thought was fit, there was always the ever present spectre of the Maltese Man to take the edge off your enjoyment. There were, on the whole, a great number of older Maltans who had a clear enjoyment of food and beer and a definite aversion to hair removal.
I generally thought I’d be too scared to get off with a guy in case I accidentally pulled a ripcord and had to watch as he suddenly inflated and sprouted new fur.
It’s a crass generalisation of course (and us Brits don’t exactly age well a lot of the time) but the observational evidence was certainly in support of the theory.
Posted on October 25, 2008 | Filed Under Holiday Excess, The World we Live In
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