I blame the UK

Today I was asked by a friend why I didn't choose Valentine's Day as the topic of the week. Since the day of days for all those happy couples out there is coming up on Friday it would be so convenient. And yes, I have to admit I had thought about it but I really don't want to talk about something that is so far fetched for myself at the moment. Anyway. Wouldn't it require a partner to celebrate this day of roses and sweets? So why should I talk about it despite the fact that I slow but steady lose all faith in males?

Well, not in all, I guess. Just those who happen to surround me, though. -_-

Lately I was thinking much about the British gentlemen and why I couldn't seem to think of any other man as a gentleman as long as they were not British. Strange thought, don't you agree?

But apart from imagining English men as polite, civil, well-mannered and extremely charming (I assume Jane Austin books and all those regency based movies are to blame) there is something about those lads from the islands.... I mean, I'm not the only one feeling that way. Just have a look at the currently rising fanbases for Brit-actors. They are everywhere. Blimey! They're a bunch of really enthusiastic girls. ^_^ And they are organised, I tell you!

I figured nowadays we have the Cumberbabes (formally know as Cumberbitches but Mr. Benedict Cumberbatch obviously didn't like his fans calling themselves “bitches” so they changed their name), the Hiddlestoners and of course the Armitage Army – which I'm associated with.

What is it, these English man have, to make women going completely crazy over them?