It's official...

I'm destined to be with a German man. It is written in the stars. There is no use fighting against destiny.

Right. Anyway, I met yet another German man whilst out volunteering today. This is the fourth time I've spent the afternoon volunteering and the second time I had a German man accompany me. And this guy was oh-soooooo-darn-dashing. He was pure good looking and most irritatingly unassuming. I had to exercise utmost self-control and resist from reaching out and kissing him. I swear I almost hyperventilated when he bent his head down closer to me to hear what I had to say. He was like all the other German men I've had the pleasure to meet (throughout my life) in the way he carried himself - the quiet intelligence, the un-fussy way he dresses and his casual yet formal deportment. Swooon.... I was very sorry when we had to part ways. Seriously, why is it that I NEVER meet such amazingly good looking, well behaved men that I really get along with conversationally in the normal part of my life?

I have to admit, I'm excited to volunteer yet again. I suspect I may meet yet another German guy. I am mindful that these wonderful men are only here for the one trip. But hey, you never know, one of them might just fall head over heels in love with me and whisk me away to live happily ever after.....