Men are strange creatures.

In this case, I shall be referring to two cases, Mr B and Mr D (and no, there's no Mr S and definitely no Mr M).

Mr B is a cheeky devil but a sweetie. Really easy to get along with, always know where you stand with him, keeps things simple. A see-it-and-say it kind of guy.

Mr D, on the other hand, is also cheeky. And sweet... Oh wait, let's add really smooth to that sweet thing. Very smooth - he'd find a way to get around even Saddam Hussein and make him confess to things. Easy to get along with, sure, but you never quite know where you stand with him (and you regularly hope that your position with him won't involve *not* standing... eek). Things aren't simple with Mr D at all.

Mr B is always going to be a normal sort of person who enjoys making his way through life even if he's not going to be making millions. Mr D is a suit-and-tie guy, ambitious, has already managed two multi-million dollar companies, smart as a whip, shocking flirt and all of that.

Mr B is a one-man-gal sort of person. Mr D is a gaggle-of-gals kind of person.

So why the hell is Mr D so dreadfully fascinating!??!

Grr! Or should it be Gah!?!