I’m beginning to get suspicious of guys who love green. Perhaps “love” could be an understatement, for you may soon agree that “obsession” might be a more accurate description.

My first encounter was some years ago when I was in a focus group. One of the guys there was this polytechnic student studying life sciences.

“I suspect that you like green,” I commented in my usual understated way.

“Oh I absolutely aDORE it!” came his rather emphatic reply.

But like they say, actions speak louder than words. He was in a green polo T, blue jeans but green canvas shoes. And green-framed glasses. And green plastic watch. And light green canvas messenger bag. His pen, of course, was green.

The somewhat ironic thing was that the first thing I noticed about him when he walked in wasn’t the green. It was the novel he was reading - a pink romance novel.

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I was hanging out at Starbucks with a friend. Starbucks, as you might recall, has a green logo, and much of their decor is green.

And there, buried in his homework, was another guy who loves green. Green jacket, green slippers, green pen even.

Green lover

And of course, how could he not have green nail polish.