Dear Bobe’ -
I have the hots for monks. I believe it started in Laos one day when I was sitting on the steps of a temple watching a group of monks/novices hard at work tearing down and clearing dead palm leaves when I saw this guy.
Doesn’t he have the most amazing facial bone structure? He walked across the ground with such regal confidence that I was in awe and I could not take my eyes off of him. Then I had an amazingly creative idea that is likely on the cusp of being a bit sacrilegious. My idea is for a fashion designer to have a runway of models who with a shaved head, and perfectly chiseled face, start dressed with monk robes and then as they strut down the runway they reveal the real designs underneath. How hot is that? Or at least I think it is hot. Maybe my idea has already been done?!?!?
My obsession intensified when I got to Burma especially when I met Owen (embarrassingly the only guy I’ve had an instant magnetic attraction to on my travels) and in the Shan State where the monks are exceptionally handsome (and heavily tatted). Burmese monks seem to have a little more freedom than other monks I’ve come across in SE Asia. They talk to women, ride around on mopeds (super hot sight with their saffron robes flying through the wind), hang out in tea houses, etc., etc. I don’t know if it’s the whole forbidden desires of a religious man who has given up worldly wants and needs (kind of like the Samantha/Friar Fuck desire in Sex in The City), but damn they have free will too so maybe there is hope. Just joking, well kind of. 
Hot like a Burmese sidewalk in May!