They are alright

I just had to write this down. I know I promised myself when I left Manila that I wouldn't look twice at an Englishman in this side of the planet, but dear me, I just might eat my words.

Well, I still prefer Filipino men, most of them anyway. In our third day at our new office, we realized how scarce British gentlemen are, and we haven't met any of them that day. Nettie and I had to sit in one of the trainings but we haven't got seats because we were the last to arrive. There were two men in the room, but they managed to sit comfortably in their couches while they watched two pretty ladies in skirts and high heels drag two impossibly large chairs inside the room.

But what they really are, the British I mean, is friendly. You can't walk down the road without having to smile at everyone you meet and say "Ola/Hello/Hi". It's a nice feeling, especially when back in Manila, people would have thought you weird if you greet them a pleasant day, even if you happen to share the same office.

This isn't a tale of British men in general, though, just one I am yet to know. I've met him the first day I came to my new work, in a room at the other side of the building. We were introduced in passing but I noticed him particularly because he has big beautiful blue eyes and a very welcoming smile.

I couldn't catch his name and I doubt if he remembers mine but I immediately looked him up the office directory (and Friendster, but I didn't find him there). He looked funny in the picture but I loved his name. I just couldn't pronounce it. How do I call him "Mikael" without sounding stupid?

I just had this thing for anyone called Mike/Michael, now it's Mikael. I don't know if he comes from England as most of them do. The profile says that he speaks English, Finnish and Spanish. A multilingual tongue--I could learn a lot from him!

I saw him again the next day, I had to pass his desk for a training session and I did it. I smiled at him. Perhaps the air of friendliness is catching up on me but that is something I don't normally do, especially with someone I've decided to like. And he smiled back (British people are friendly).

That wasn't the whole thing, though. He passed by our group a few moments later and before he turned towards the door, he looked back at me and I smiled. That definitely was a "moment".

Crazy and silly, really. For all I know he may already be "living in" with someone, or worse, married, although I doubt it because he looks too young to settle down yet. One way or another, it won't work anyway. But I guess I just needed to have that spice to look forward to coming in at work everyday. It feels extra nice to have a really cute guy smile sweetly back, especially one with pretty blue eyes.

My heart still beats for someone back home (I hope he forgives this "infidelity"), waiting for him to "grow up" and "catch up" on me. For now, at least.