Beautiful men

I mentioned the most beautiful man I ever met yesterday. I have wanted to write this post for some time now and mentioning two beautiful men in two days deserves a special post. About, in my opinion, three most beautiful men. (There will be no photos this time.)

1. I've already mentioned the most beautiful one, an Indian I met in August 2001 below the peak of Bear Butte, sacred hill for Lakota people. Crazy Horse was allegedly born in its vicinity. I went up there with Mr B. It seemed that only two of us were mad enough to climb the hill at noon when it was the hottest part of the day. Descending I noticed him: white T-shirt, jeans, snickers. Long black hair. Slim. Like in a movie. If he was wearing the leader trousers and shirt, feathers in his hair, he would have been like someone from 19th century. Without a horse. :) Behind him was walking his opposite; if he was Jin, she was Jang. Blond curly short hair, pale skin; a very fat lady in shorts and sleeveless shirt. Probably they were going up for a prayer. I have never found out. I have never met them again. If Mr B and I stayed up there on the peak two minutes longer we would have been able to talk to them. All happens for a reason.
2. Keanu Reeves is the second on my list of beautiful men. I noticed him first in a movie Dangerous liaisons. He wasn't famous then. The second time I saw him was in a music video by Kate Bush. I can't remember the title of that song. Soon after that he became famous. In all those years that passed from then, he was my favorite actor. Not that I think that he is a good one but I've always liked to see him. I haven't seen all the movies he played in as some are too brutal for my taste. After so many years he is still beautiful for me, in spite of all his wrinkles. :) One of the rare men older than me that I like.
   
3. Mr B. Of course, who else! I've known him for all my life. He lived in the street next to mine. We played together when we were young. Well, he played more often with my brother as he was closer his age than mine. He is two years younger than me. I moved away when I was 17 and we met again when I was 26. We liked each other in the same moment we met again. On the same street where we used to play as children. He was, in my opinion, a perfect man to have beside my side. But something went wrong in our fairytale. Sometimes it does. He still is beautiful and he will always be. I know it.

I should also mention the fourth beautiful man I know. I wrote about him some time before. It is my cousin. Not only beautiful but also very clever. Like his two sisters. Really beautiful and clever people. I am proud of them.


(Right, one photo it is. I haven't found any proper ones on the Internet.)