the search continues...

it was suggested to me at a recent dinner party in celebration of the birth of "the baby that stole my birthday"* that if i want to find a husband post haste i should advertise my cause in backpackers' hostels. this plan is pure genius, as these tree-hugging-hippie communes are rife with sunburnt foreigners desperate for residency in this land girt by sea.

my only concern about this strategy is that i'm sure that foreign royalty do not stay in dodgy hostels when they visit australia, and therefore my chances of snagging me a crown prince and being dubbed "our nadstown" are severely diminished.

but i don't have time to wait around for prince charming to come along, and so i will hit the youth hostel strip asap. and although the urgency of the matter requires that i lower my often unreasonably high standards (hey, its not my fault that most of the available men in this country exist within the confines of mediocrity), there are some things i can still afford to be picky about.

and so after much deliberation i have selected the top ten preferred nationalities of my future snuggle bunny/husband-of-convenience. these are (in no particular order):

argentinian: i left my heart in buenos aires. along with thousands of cute boys. and my hairbrush.

scottish: i find the scottish tongue knee-weakening.

senegalese: anyone who saw the 2002 world cup will understand why.

italian: hello, tuscan villa.

uzbekistani: it has been a long-standing ambition of mine to marry a man from uzbekistan. really i just love saying 'uzbekistan'. try it. its fun.

brazilian: my time in rio and also my beautician have convinced me that all things brazilian are worth having.

croatian: word on the traveller street is that croatia is the new greek isles.

russian/egyptian/polish/hungarian: my cosmic twin of destiny.

icelandic: iceland is way cool, man.

hawaiian/native american/japanese: once lala and i met a boy of this description. he was the most boring boy that ever lived. but boy was he beautiful.

so there you have it. there are of course several other desirable ethnicities that will be taken into consideration throughout the elimination process, but the above are the most immediately appealing in my mind. i am also aware of the dismal chance of finding a uzbekistani backpacker or a jewish icelandic traveller anywhere in the world. but hey, a girl can dream can't she?

*this is my sister's godson, byron. he stole my birthday. i will forgive him one day. "they" say time heals all wounds.