The Grass (Girls) are Greener (Better) on the Other Side (Melbourne)

We all suffer, to some degree, from a self-induced inferiority complex. Indeed, it is as they say: 'the grass is always greener on the other side'.

Be that as it may, I will obstinately argue that Sydney is a superior city to Melbourne. In fact, the grass is actually greener in Sydney. Literally. Melbourne grass is... shit. But whilst Sydney can boast greener grass, Melbourne can boast 'greener' women, and yes, this is coming from a proud Sydneian bachelor.

Sitting at a cafe in Glen Waverley (lots of great cafes here I might add), with a window view, wave after wave of beautiful women (hot chix) walked by or stood around for idle banter. I managed to prevent my chin from hitting the floor by resting it on a cup of coffee. I wished they had this channel on TV.

I thought, perhaps, that I was suffering from an inferiority complex, the 'grass is greener' syndrome, but after a week of staying in Melbourne, having not much to do but (for lack of a better word) perve, I have concluded that this could not possibly be the case. The ladies here are fine.

Still, I much prefer Sydney and am looking forward to going home this coming Monday. Looking forward to the greener grass. Sexy, sexy green grass. Jealous, Melbournians? Thought so.