Australian men could learn some things from their Irish brothers:
- Irish men open doors for women, doors to pubs, doors to homes, doors to cars. This is a nice thing to do. It is gentlemanly and sweet, some might say charming.
- Irish men hold your hand or the small of your back when you walk up or down stairs to ensure that you don't fall over. Once again, a nice thing to do, gentlemanly, sweet, charming.
- When Irish men ask for your number, it is usually because they intend to contact you, it is not just in case they don't meet someone better in the meantime.
- Irish men have the gift of the gab and tell fabulous, ridiculous, hilarious stories. They can blabber on about nothing and make it sound interesting (perhaps this is a trait that only I find attractive, as it is something that I do myself on a pretty regular basis).
- Irish men tell you what they want, say what they think, and they don't expect you to read their minds, or get pissed off when you don't know exactly what they're thinking at any given moment.
- Irish men are, for the most part, very masculine. They'll push you up against a wall when they're kissing you, but not in a rough, horrid way, in a very sexy, masculine, passionate way, which leads me to my next point:
- Irish men are more passionate than most Australian men I've met. They care about things, deeply, and aren't indecisive or apathetic.
- Finally, and most importantly of all, Irish men can take a joke, and aren't sensitive little girls who tear up at the slightest trace of sarcasm or possible insult. They know that it's all in jest, and they give it back in spades.
Note to Australian men (or at least the ones that I have had the displeasure of dating): man the fuck up. That is all.
B. J. Barnes
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