And I thought I was taking a photo of myself when I took this shot on my mobile phone. When boredom sets in, vanity comes into play. But look what I ended up taking instead in the background. He shall remain anonymous to protect his identity, because any male who borrows my compact mirror and looks into it so intently definitely requires a protected identity.

What do you call a male that is vainer than you? Whose bathroom is lined with more facial products than yours, who spends longer than you getting ready every morning, who actually uses moisturiser and cover-sticks on his face, who carries around packets of facial tissues and who borrows your lip gloss and your compact mirrors? A metrosexual, perhaps?

I suppose if one dated someone like that, you can be assured that your boyfriend will never look bad, and probably never embarrass you with an oily complexion. But that affeminate look doesn't work for me. I find it hard to accept a boyfriend that aims to look better than me, and probably appreciates his own good looks more than mine. Do you really want to live with someone who fights with you for the mirror because he thinks that preening himself is of utmost importance? A man has to be slightly scruffy and tanned and someone that exudes masculinity and not possess a face that could probably beat yours in a female beauty pageant. My ideal boyfriend would dress in Polo Ralph Lauren and Abercrombie & Fitch, with a beautiful bronzed tan and hair styled to look like he just got out of bed.

Of course, different women have different preferences and there have been some who have fallen for the charms of this metrosexual. But being a glam girl, do you really want a pseudo glam boy as your life partner? Chew on it.

- Melia