I think it is unanimous among the female species that a man in black tie can only ever be a good thing. But, when we see our men dressed up so ‘fine’ do we find it insanely sexy because of James Bond’s legacy of suave, or is it the man beneath the bow?
3 months ago I told you about the Northerner and surprisingly it’s still going strong. My track record so far hasn't been the best, but then again a London bird likes to fly free. The thing is this one's different, I know all 'cupid struck' say that but I think I fell in the love moment he sang fly me to the moon dressed in black tie. How could I help myself...?
Let me start from the beginning. Last you heard I was London bound, head over heels for this mysterious Northerner… whether it was the accent or the eyes I’ll never know. Various trips up north and down south turned into an almost weekly occurrence, and soon we were texting, calling, fb chatting and skyping religiously… though he did always like to keep me on my toes. I must admit I have been most uncool with this one, but when you meet someone who understands and ‘loves’ the uncool in you, you take it and run.
Of course, I have made effort to see him way up, but being a London girl, I couldn’t help but tempt him down and drag him to my favorite place in London, Trafalgar Square. It was as we kissed in front of the fountains, under Nelson’s watchful eye, that I knew the hopeless romantic in me had been let loose.
Finally, a smart enough event came up and I was able to see the Northerner in my territory (Kits) in his black tie, and that was it, as I undid his bow I realised he could have been there in jeans and a jacket and he still would have been better than any Bond I could have wanted.
