I was at a Greek restaurant in my home town admiring the attractive waiters the other day when I was reminded of my very own Greek encounter. 

I’d been chatting to a friend about POF and the type of men I’d found on there (mainly knobs). We started looking through some when she said “he looks nice”, she was right, we read his profile and both liked what he put and the fact he was well educated. I find intelligent conversation very attractive so decided to send him a message. From his pictures I could see he was out of my league. He was hot. He worked out. He had a six pack. I wasn’t expecting a reply. 

I got one. We chatted over the course of a few days. He had a very English name, tantamount to a name such as Gary or Bob, so I was surprised when he told me he was Greek. I won’t use his real name so I’ll be stereotypical and use Stavros 😜. 

A week or so later we decided to meet up. I was excited about meeting him. Just before the date he messaged to let me know he’d grown a bit of a beard but that I would still recognise him. Even better. I like a man with facial hair. 

We arranged to meet in the town centre at a bar. I knew I would have to park a short walk away and thought he would probably do the same. I was right, I pulled up and watched as another car parked directly opposite me. I had a gut feeling it was him but as it was dark I couldn’t see properly. So I did what any sane person would do….dived under the dash board and hope he’d get out of his car first! I was there getting a bad back for a few minutes when I realised he hadn’t got out of the car. I couldn’t go on. So I gallantly got out of my car, tried not to look at his car and walked to the bar.

I waited in the foyer and was annoyed when Stavros rocked up a few minutes late. All was forgiven when I saw his face. He was beautiful. The best looking man I’ve had a date with. He greeted me the Mediterranean way, with a kiss on both cheeks. I was delighted. 

Immediately there was a problem. I had no clue what he was saying. We got a drink and sat down, I had to think quickly so I asked him to talk to me in Greek. He was shy and refused at first. I soon adjusted to his accent and could understand most of what he was saying. He spoke about himself, his love of the gym and working out, told me not many women can put up with his gym obsessed lifestyle and the hours that he puts in at work. He didn’t ask much about me. I sat opposite him thinking that despite his beautiful face, I just couldn’t fancy a man so self obsessed. 

Before we left I did persuade him to talk to me in Greek. He told me I was beautiful. Nice touch but too little too late. He walked me back to my car, which would have been chivalrous if it wasn’t parked directly opposite his! 

Later on he messaged asking to see me again. He did say that I’d have to fit in around his gym routine. I reminded him that I have kids that come first and that perhaps if he wanted to see a girl his gym routine could be flexible. 

So, in conclusion, a person can be beautiful to look at, but if making oneself beautiful means you don’t have a life away from the gym and someone to bask in your beauty, is there really any point? 

Keeping fit and being healthy is sexy, being self obsessed is not.