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Since Dario is the first person that I ever fell in love with, it has affected me in the way that I'm a bit sore when it comes to yugoslavians. Embarassingly weak for tall men with dark hair, pouty lips, big noses (LOVE) and brown eyes, even though blue eyes are amazing too. A bit lame, but testosterone seems to influence me too, love broad shoulders, sharp cheek-bones, big hands, hairy chests. I mean, MEN. Not fucking tiny little boys with Betti Spagetti legs. But if we look past looks (since I sincerly don't think that appearance is the most important think) I seem to fall for intelligent men who are more or less nerdy with the same obscene humor as me. Even though a pair of razor sharp cheek-bones can make my knees weak, it's when he says that he loves Star Wars that my heart skips a beat. The biggest turn-off in a man is not if he has odd facial features but when he says "I don't think Monty Python are any fun". And you have to love a man who is good in bed.