This is a blog about men and love. It has filled a function of online therapy where we could put our energy, fascination and adoration of boys in a space where they were spared of dealing with it directly.

Three years later, we are no longer in the business of miserable infatuations and thus less inclined to keep the content fresh. The time has come to leave some things behind and move further into the constant now.

We're not saying that the world is running out of beautiful men, but our next venture is more likely to be called You wanna do me all the time, and will probably stay out of the blogosphere due to it's NSFW-ness.

Beauty is in the soul and measured in aliveness.
Once you realize that, loving is easy.

Because you have the dubious fashion sense of an Italian with that generously unbuttoned, multi-shade-denim shirt, a back pack and ruby sunglasses. And because that is not a problem whatsoever given your soft lips, dark beard and fine features.

Because the warm sunshine feels sweeter with you. And because one of our latest insights is this that things very seldom work at the first try. Once you realize that, you are less disturbed when things don’t go your way at once. They so rarely do. We have also experience a ridiculous amounts of failures, declines and the like this spring, which we like to see more as a sign of multifold activity from our side, than that we should be inadequate as human beings. Of course, the universe is guiding us in the right way, and these things were simply not meant to be, regardless of how hard we tried. There are other missions in our destiny that would be distorted by becoming a California start-up community manager, attending Singularity university, winning the green card lottery, etc. In a way, we might be this sunny sided simply because we are such good friends with failure and always see it as an opportunity for learning something new or taking another direction. Like our poetic interpretation of keeping to the right in the escalator: Active or still, but always forward.

Because we were recently invited to host a workshop at an architect firm and presented as “systems thinking and storytelling experts”. Not only were we delighted to get paid for love bombing architects, reading short stories and doing meatball experiments, one of the handsome participants was also a previous blog posts. He was very intelligent and in the end he wrote a tale of two lovers who had not yet met . And stuff like that makes our day.

Because it looks like you have a Holy Bible-shaped lighter, hanging out at Sundance and behind your hazel eyes is a mind that think thoughts rarely thought. And because your aura is all-over bad-ass.

Ah, because between boyfriends is the new single. And because dark, medium-length hair and nice guys are the best.

Because the reason cigarettes look so sexy and seductive in photos and film is because we can't smell or taste it. Or in the words of our western Yogi Richard Hittleman;

"Since we all know very well that smoking holds no value for the human organism, that is, the body certainy does not require nicotine and tar for its well-being, we can classify the habit as largely a nervous one. /.../ Coal tar and nicotine taste good after heavy, rich, devitalized, acid-forming foods. But cigarettes will hold little attraction following a meal that has been composed largey of life-force food."

And because you are still pretty handsome for someone being prone to nervous habits and a devitalized diet.

Because a tan and stripes is a very good combination. And with that cool air of an American dude, it reminds us of the male character from One Day, David Nicholls' best-selling love story which contains several grains of truth.

He wonders if he still might tell her that he loves her or, more tentatively, that he 'thinks he might be in love with her', which is both more touching and easier to back out of.
/.../

He picks up the phone. He is frankly drunk now, and with drunkenness has come the old compulsion: to say something stupid to an attractive woman.

And from the leading lady;

'Dexter, I love you so much. So, so much, and I probably always will.' Her lips touched his cheek. 'I just don't like you anymore. I'm sorry.'
/.../

'Oxfordshire. Very nice,' she said, privately mortified at the speed with which initimacy evaporates, to be replaced by small talk. Last night they had said and done all those things, and now they were like strangers in a bus queue. The mistake she had made was to fall asleep and break the spell. If they had stayed awake, they might still have been kissing now, but instead it was all over and she found herself saying; 'How long will that take then? To Oxfordshire?'

Because we adore dark curly hair, leather, extravagant wall paper, potato chips and Reese's peanut butter cups.

And because research has shown that the answer to the question "Do you like the taste of beer?" is more predictive than any other of whether you are willing to have sex on a first date.

Because you look like you've been busy sailing the seven seas, acquiring a huge pile of stories and kindness that you only share with people who you actually find worthy of your attention. And who enjoy salty air, grilled sea bass and star gazing the way you do.

Because our boss say wonderful things like; "My bullshit flows more freely in the afternoon" and has a desk decorated with signs such as; "Things are getting worse, send more chocolate". And we love that, nearly as much as we would like to hang out and bs with bad boy teenager Woody Harrelson.

Because you land perfectly in the grey zone between being a secret agent and a cast member from Singing in the rain. And because happy eyes is the most attractive thing we know.

Because you are so very attractive, simply by being incredibly light-blue, laid-back, having kind eyes, bony fingers, dimples and the best seven letters in the world printed over your chest.

Because you look classy in a reversed sports cap, seem to know how to drop a beat and certainly possess a few Justin-moves. And although Mr. Timberlake isn't one of our favourites, he does speak to our hearts;
"I wanna be your sky,
so blue and high,
and every time you think of me,
I wanna blow your mind",
or an even more striking all-round philosophy;
"I just want to enjoy my life and show this world how to care".

New man of our dreams Dallas Clayton does not only have the best first name and a boyish grace that melts our hearts. He is also a cosmic twin in the universe of optimism, very handsome, draws magically, speaks wisely, loves strangers, hangs out with kids and is the founder of A Very Awesome World (which is like this world, but even better.)

He is very much living the dream and; "If you ever have any doubts about whether or not you should do something totally new even though you have no blue print whatsoever and there is every possibility that you could fail completely, the answer is 100% YES!"

And, of course, he writes poetry;
NEW LOVE

Find something new today
to love and enjoy
like the rest of those familiar loves
that have topped your list for years.

It doesn’t have to come close
and likely it won’t
but it might
and if it did
boy, that’d sure make this a day to remember-
the day you set about
turning over rocks
and shaking the neighborhood trees
only to discover
exactly what it was
you didn’t even know you were looking for.

As if that wasn't enough, we have one of our slightly messed-up beardo favourites reading An Awesome Book aloud for our loving ears.

Because we've realised that the great thing about being single is that you are allowed to be in love with several people at the same time. And because ivory skin and curly locks of gold makes us happier than three bears.

Okay, so most people look better in our book when sporting a beard, and possibly glasses, knowing how to play an instrument and standing on a street in Soho. Still, if you really want to make it, we do suggest a little bit of trimming.

Because life can't be fun and games all the time, but smiling clearly makes things a lot more delightful. Or as Mark Twain put it; "The human race has one really effective weapon, and that is laughter."

Because you're cute. And because we got a very nice compliment the other day when our ability to write poems for random people was deemed a more entertaining party trick than the iPhone aura photo application.

Because it looks like you are in a Havana prison and we are always in the mood for cheering up hairy men with white teeth. Although, this might go against our new favorite t-shirt print;
"Make someone happy. Mind your own business."