My own blonde Apollo ( at least for 3 more weeks) ...

Head-shaven. Blonde buzz lending a slight golden hue - one that I muse quite girlishly like a divine aura.6'5 in height. I've never come faced to face with anyone that tall in my life. Not exactly out of place on an NBA match on court. Okay,I admit - The golden boy wouldn't quite blend in with the ebonies.

Classically handsome? Maybe not the broken nose which required multiple constructive surgeries when the delicate bone structure of a toddler at 3 was devastated by a car crash back then. Functionally repaired, aesthetically - the once smooth contour now marred by a conspicuous bump.

How about the eyes? An arresting blue of the iciest glacier? No, not quite, there was the allure of a tinge of green warming blue to a hint of acquamarine. God-like? Straining with barely contained raw power, according to Greek mythology? No, not really - a strapping young man growing out of a certain gangliness and into a certain litheness maybe.

He's a good man-boy. Well, still a little untainted by the ugliness and deceit like some of the men I've met have been.

I'm just sad that we've only 3 more weeks.

My summer romance. Of course I wish ... but let's not start, because we're too smart for it. Still my heart contracts and flutters a little.

I'm really gonna miss him.

My Dutch giant.