Hmmm, so…I’ve been desperately trying to get out of having to write about this since I have been here, however as each new day goes by I feel compelled more and more to have to say at least a little something about the subject of Greek women… :D
Firstly…
Covering message to people everywhere…
This by no means is anything other than observational and based on what I have spoken to people about and seen, so to minimise the risk of incurring the wrath of men and women everywhere, I apologise in advance if any take it the wrong way…however I’m foolhardy, or foolish, one of the two and had to make comment, as it is my duty to people everywhere who expect me to make a fool out of myself at some point anyway…
So , here goes… :D
So, I’m a reasonably normal, healthy, voracious male with a perfectly normal level of sexual attraction in the female species, spoilt in my observations here however, and still tongue-tied for the beauty that surrounds me on a daily basis.
I’ve been to a few countries before and seen what I consider some stunningly beautiful women in my time, but none more so than here in Greece.
I have been here nearly eight months now and I fall in love a ten times a day, at least, and that’s before I even get on the bus to work. I have been fortunate enough to get to know quite a few who have befriended me since I arrived here, and to be honest, their beauty scares me silly. Its rare I’m lost for words, but there’s been many a time where I’ve been tongue-tied and unable to even think straight let alone think of any of the obscene thoughts that would run riot under normal conditions.
I’m not normally the ‘chat’ women up type to be honest, I tend to usually just meet someone and there’s just a chemistry that pulls us together, or after a while they see my hidden beauty, and it takes awhile too as its well hidden, either way though, I seem to have landed in my wildest dreams!
There’s beautiful women worldwide no doubt, however its a rare experience in my lifetime certainly to be able to go from shop to shop, to walk to work, catch a bus or to simply look out across from where I work and see true visions of heaven everywhere.
There hasn’t been a day since I’ve been here that you don’t see a women that you would truly die for, or you’d die trying for… And that’s just in Athens itself. I haven’t even been able to see any of the islands really yet, (apart from Crete years ago), and that was different because my Girlfriend of the time was with me. She was truly beautiful anyway and I came on holiday with her thinking that all the men would be fighting over her, or should I say, I thought I’d be fighting all the men. Fortunately I was the only blonde haired guy we saw on our travels and the women seemed to take more of an interest in me than the men did in her which was fortunate for me, but certainly not expected at the time…Strangely enough, so did many of the men, but hey, this is Greece after all…!
Either way, there was many a beautiful woman who I could have gotten into trouble over whilst on holiday, and many that would have even convinced my Girlfriend to challenge the norm, and to be fair they were always Greek, the rest sadly were the depraved, typically drunken women that the UK lets out of ugly school once a year in the summer months and sends to the rest of the sane world to make them appreciate what we have to deal with day in day out…
When you think about it, It’s no wonder British people are so miserable…Sod the weather, you don’t want to end up with that in your bed…!
And not just the men, the typical fat ugly Bricklayer with his hairy arse hanging out must fill young women everywhere full of confidence too, I’m just saying that our gems are still being mined, where as in other parts of the world they have been showing them for a lot longer.
I’m not saying there aren’t any gorgeous British women as there are, it’s just they are either all married or in relationships, which is rightly so, or, well, if I knew where I’d still be there maybe. Also many people I know wouldn’t be settling down with the old trout’s and cheap slappers that roam the clubs devoid of morals and manners…
So far here I haven’t seen many teenage women with two or three kids abandoning them at their mothers before going out to purposely get wasted and have sex with any old moron like they do in Britain, maybe this is why they seem so much more attractive, who knows. There’s something about a cheap slapper geared up in the latest chav wear, who can’t speak properly, who texts with an abomination of English and p*ss poor education that, call me old-fashioned or just picky, just doesn’t turn me on.
There’s many bad things about Greek women that I’m sure I could learn to live with, yet their upbringing and society has left them largely unspoilt to the ways of the western drinking culture that I know and hate and that moulds our stereo typical brand of beer tart.
I see so many truly beautiful single Greek women that it could drive you crazy if you really thought about it. Subsequently it has, and I often do…
Part of the problem as many tell me is that many of the men have an arrogance that stems from a cultural upbringing, bad habits, and being nurtured by their mothers to the tender age of 40+.
In the UK we have this problem too, it called being a mummy’s boy and to be fair it’s never a good pulling point when trying to impress a woman. Having to ruin a day you planned with your girlfriend because your mum wants to see you isn’t cool, neither is having the phone ringing all night when your trying to spend some quality time together and your mum hasn’t been able to say good night and see when you’ll be back.
Sure it’s great to love your mum, everyone should, but for her to dictate your life, change your clothes and decide upon your fortune is where many may go wrong, I’ve seen this in so many I’ve spoken too.
Not in all, and I’m hardly going to say British men are the greatest either as we must surely hold the record for divorce, causing trouble and p*ssing people off worldwide. Fact! As a nation we’re almost as proud of it as Greeks are that nothing works.
Plus there’s the whole beads issue thing going on… What the f*ck’s that all about… I’ve spoken to a few men who seem content trying to make themselves look cool by spinning the damn things all day long, in front of your face, bouncing them of tables, chairs and anything else in reach. Firstly if you didn’t know, Its f*cking annoying as hell for one, and if nothing else, it really does make you look like a childish retard who needs telling off.
I’m a bit of a musician myself and I know that if I sat tapping the table all day long I’d look a prick too…In private, cool, it may be therapeutic for all I care but unsurprisingly, women don’t seem to find it attractive and most others look at you like you should really leave the room, apart from maybe other bead swinging people, in which case you should maybe form a club and f*ck off somewhere private to do it where it doesn’t p*ss most people off.
I’m not saying all Greek men are bad by any stretch, but society and the way the country has been evolving still has many harsh and chauvinistic tendencies that appear to deter Greek women. Correct me please if I’m wrong, but this is what I’ve been told by many recently anyway.
Also the fact that so many men here are gay, bisexual, or to be fair so pretty that you can’t tell, also has an effect. Many women work on the fact that if a guy spends all his time on looking so damn perfect, having the shiniest car, the best gadgets and working out all of the time, then to be fair he’s probably only interested in having a relationship with himself anyway.
This is universal though, not just in Greece, it happens everywhere.
Sure its great to look and feel good but there’s a limit to becoming self obsessed and vain beyond the healthy levels required to embark upon a relationship with anyone other than yourself.
Personally speaking too, if I was a woman in Greece and seeing the copious amounts of simply divine women everywhere then I’d be more of a lesbian than I am anyway. So this I think these afore-mentioned reasons make it easier to relate to why so many of the women here are single…
The same applies to the men too though, if I were ever to become gay, then there is only one place for it, Greece. Good looking men are ripe too, the country is full of forbidden fruit ripe for picking, and there’s an abundance to suit everyone’s tastes on every tree.
There’s a lot to say for Greek men that is good too, I’m not trying to bad mouth Greek men here, this is just what I have seen and heard , but to be fair I don’t care about that at this stage as I fancy women. I’ll highlight the beauty of Greek men soon enough I’m sure as they have much to offer the world but for now, roll with me, it’s about the ladies…
So, what are they like other than beautiful…? Well, from what I have seen and heard they are like women everywhere…
MENTAL! – But of course in a nice, friendly, set their mother onto you kind of way. And that’s not to be taken lightly either, they are old school, it wasn’t the Greek army that deterred Hitler and the Turks I can tell you, it was the Greek mothers chasing them the hell out… They are akin to my dear nan, bless her, mess with her and then quite frankly you had to leave the country, no other option was available for your own safety.
In the UK we tend to look at the mother and see what the future’s got in store for our nearest and dearest, here the mother is going to be with you for the future anyway, regardless. They take on the role of friend, confidant, sister, advisor and Gestapo all rolled into one. They have an almost symbiotic relationship with their daughters which you have to adapt to, and don’t be surprised if they accompany you on your honeymoon and sneak into bed with you if you try to get too involved.
Many I know feel it normal to have their mothers call them over ten times a day to see what’s happening, and that’s before they leave the house.
This however has yet to deter me from trying to understand them any less though. My quest for knowledge I feel, may get me into trouble and incur the wrath of maybe a mother here and there, however I will endeavour to try understand and appreciate them more n the line of duty.
Part two to follow one day maybe…
:D
