China Drool (Beautiful Dudes … XI?)

Ah, the China Drool! That series (world) has been dormant for far too long. I see beautiful dudes everywhere, especially on my forays into the motherland, but by the time I get my camera out they’ve gone, or I hesitate too long thinking: “Are you really blogworthy?”

But then I had a look through my archive ( a file named Beautiful Dudes as it happens) and re-found this, a man surnamed Li whom I made come out of a hairdressing salon in Ningxia province where he was doing cool and happening things to the hair of another dude, so I could ask for directions.

But ha ha, I already knew where the place was so didn’t need directions at all! Crafty, eh? But when he obligingly hopped out, I found him so devastatingly beautiful and with such a sonorous voice, that I could hardly drool, let alone speak.

So instead of asking him out for a beer I just melted down the road, kicking myself with weak limbs. Another day in paradise.

Beautiful Dudes II

Ahhrghhhh…. why? I ask. Why? Why can’t the mainland be in Hong Kong or vice versa? Why can’t we have dudes like this in Hong Kong?
Well, we do. But in Hong Kong dudes like this are all snatched and tweaked, preened and polished into Canto pop-stars or worse. (Who cares if they can sing – beauty is everything!)
The Western equivalent of this extreme handsomeness would be a movie star earning billions.
In China… they’re just allowed to roam free.
And they’re so approachable! A few meters away from the border in Shenzhen they’re just sitting there, taking a rest. When foreigners turn up, insanely brandishing a camera, drooling and frothing at the mouth while mumbling incoherently about writing blogs and books about Chinese male beauty, they not only chat to us for ages but ask for our cards as well as writing down their own numbers!!!
Why, why can’t it be like this everywhere, all the time?