As foul-mouthed as I can sometimes get [I am a pro at cussing in a perfect blend of Hokkien, Malay, English and Spanish], I am someone who really appreciates good manners and etiquette. Don't get me wrong, you don't need to get all 1876 on me to make an impression, but there are a lot of things I appreciate that doesn't come very often.
I was relating over dinner to two girlfriends of mine, how, over lunch when I was in Madrid, I was bowled over and hyperventilating all at the same time just because the guy I was dining with asked me whether it was okay for him to take off his blazer in the restaurant whilst having a meal with me. He literally went, "Is it okay if I took off my jacket?"
I was taken aback, confused and was melting into a little chocolate puddle all at the same time. Of course, it helps that he is smokin' hot. ;o) But nevertheless, such manners.
And then of course, comes the handshake. I daresay I give one of the best handshakes you'll ever receive. I detest limp handshakes - particularly those who hand out their hand like it's a soggy piece of bread and not do anything. I don't understand it - do you not want to be introduced to me? Are you incapable of controlling the muscles in your hand? Or are you just plain stupid?
Don't even get me started on the mindless mannerisms we have to put up with in Singapore on a daily basis. Pfft.