A while back, we met a guy who was wearing dungarees, and up until that point we had never considered that item of clothing arousing. But in combination with a shirt, a tie, green socks and a degree in industrial design, the feeling was clearly different. A high-five sealed the deal, and there was also the novelty of rapidly falling for a blond guy instead of our regular diet of brunettos. The mutual attraction was so strong that we had to sweep and tidy the apartment once we got home, completely convinced that he would spend the following night there.
Unfortunately, the universe is just teasing us with these surfer like babes, and the guy obviously had a girlfriend. But let's hope that they are very happy, or break up soon.