A little over a week ago, JD has told us why he's not a fan of British men; now I'm here to tell you he's not the only voice among us new-to-Britain expatriates! Just like JD, I moved to Britain from a very different country - from Hawaii, actually. Sure, you might ask why I left the tanned and toned surfer boys of Hawaiian beaches for the cooler shores of Britain, but I am far from disappointed by what I have seen.

Back home, you're out of luck if you don't want a perpetually mellow beach bunny or an over-earnest middle-aged hippie with a burgeoning paunch and a disappearing hairline. Not to mention that the gay scene on the small island where I lived was practically non-existent - subdued gatherings with vegan brownies and 'sharing circles', or awkward romps on grainy-sanded beaches: what a choice!

But then I moved here, and it was like a whole new world opening up. Not only were there actual places to go and things to do, but there were sexy men to do them with! There is something particularly appealing to me about the British men I've met - the vast variety of accents (never again will I tolerate my American friends talking about a so-called 'British accent'!), the charming grins that seem to be unique to you guys, your sense of humour, and not to mention the fact that you're not shy about actually taking care of yourself. The American men I know, gay, straight or bi, tend to roll out of bed, look in the mirror, say "damn, I'm sexy" and call it good. That's not the best look on anyone.

I have to say, I think anyone who complains about the selection isn't looking hard enough.You only have to turn on a TV to catch a glimpse of sexy celebs from Daniel Craig to Ralph Fiennes. Even just a cursory glance around on Manchester's Canal Street and I've picked out at least five guys worth more than a second look. From big bears in denim with equally big grins to smooth and skinny lads with rainbow-coloured hair - they're all here, and all hot. Once we start chatting, though, inevitably they ask me why I left Hawaii for here. It's like you can't believe your own country could be appealing to a refugee from tropical climes.

All of you guys seem to want to jet off and find yourself your own little tanned surf-god to take home. Well, a word of warning: the grass is always greener on the other side! You might start missing the men you left behind, in all their glorious diversity. That's another thing I love about the men here - white, Black, Asian, or a mix of the above: all of them are British, and all of them are hot! Sure, we might have a good mix of men in Hawaii, but nothing compares to the smorgasbord of sexiness I've seen here. British men are all pasty and pale? Pfft. Not if you look at the right ones!

I'm a middling-sized five foot eight, so unlike JD I've not had many troubles in the height department - but even if I was six feet tall I wouldn't have much trouble finding men who could peer down at me. And in the other 'size' department, well...I will admit to being a bit of a size queen, and I've rarely come away all too disappointed. Maybe I've just gotten lucky, but if a guy seems to lack in length he makes it up well enough in girth!

In fact, I truly only have one complaint about the average British male, and that's his fashion sense; I must admit I was naively hoping for more double-breasted suits and fewer tracksuits, but once either suit is laying crumpled on the floor it doesn't really matter anymore. Strip down, and whisper some sweet nothings in my ear - just don't say anything about surfing. I've had enough of that to last a lifetime!

Oh, and last but not least there's one British man in particular who I should mention, lest he be less-than-happy with me: my boyfriend, the sexiest Brummie you will ever meet. He's living proof that sexy Brits are not an endangered species.