Letters from Europe...

The Loony Bin ( loonies@bloodaxe.com )
Fri, 10 Sep 1999 02:18:14 +0100


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Hiya People...

I'm not sure who comes out as the most romantic in the following two
tales...

Wishes & Dreams...

- ANDREA
        xx

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READ BOTH STORIES!

 European Men Are So Much More Romantic Than American Men
       By Alyssa Lerner
       Junior, Boston University

I just got back from a semester abroad in Europe, and let me tell you,
it truly was the most magical, amazing experience of my entire life. The
French countryside was like something out of a storybook, the Roman
ruins were magnificent, and the men, well, European men are by far the
most romantic in the world.

You American men all think you're so suave and sophisticated. Well,
think again! European men make you look like the immature, inexperienced
little children you are. They really know how to make a woman feel
special over there. Unlike the so-called men here in the States,
European men know how to treat a woman right.

For one thing, European men aren't afraid to come up and talk to you.
And they know how to start slow, with a nice cup of Italian espresso or
a long walk on some historic street. They know the places you can't find
in any tourist guide. They know the whole history of the cities in which
they live-who the fountains are named after, who the statues are.

I remember one unforgettable night in Athens, I sat and listened to a
Greek sailor for hours as he told me about the countless men who fought
over Helen back in ancient times. Afterward, he told me he loved his
homeland even more now that he'd seen it through my eyes. I ask you,
would an American man ever say something as deep and beautiful as that?

European men know the most romantic little cafes and bistros and
trattorias, candlelit places where you can be alone and drink the most
fantastic wine.

They tell you what's on the menu and what you should try. (If it wasn't
for a certain young man in Milan, I never would have discovered fusilli
a spinaci et scampi.)

And the whole time, they're looking deep into your eyes, like you're the
only woman on the entire planet. What woman could resist a man like
that?

Then, after a moonlit stroll along the waterfront and a kiss in the
doorway of their artist's loft, you find yourself unable to...well, I'll
leave the rest to your imagination.

I'll never forget my magical semester abroad. One thing's for sure - I'm
ruined for American men forever!



 American Women Studying In Europe Are Unbelievably Easy
        By Giovanni Di Salvi

I'm a 25-year-old carpenter living in Rome, and I don't mind telling you
that I get all the action I can handle. I'm not all that handsome or
well-dressed, and I'm certainly not rich. In fact, my Italian
countrywomen could take me or leave me. But that's just fine, because
Rome gets loads of tourist traffic, and American co-eds traveling
through Europe are without a doubt the easiest lays in the world.

Being European gives me a hell of an advantage. I'm not sure why, but
there's something about the accent that opens a lot of doors. All you
have to do is go up to them, act a little shy and say, "Whould hyou like
to go with me, senorina, for a cafi?" I actually have to thicken up my
accent a little, but they never, ever catch on.

After a cheap coffee, which to them always tastes better than anything
they've ever had, because they're in Europe, it's time to walk them.
Now, all they know about Rome is what they've read in Let's Go, so you
can pretty much just make up a whole bunch of shit. It's fun to see how
much they'll swallow: As long as I refer to Italy as "my homeland" and
other Italians as "my people,"  they'll believe pretty much anything. I
don't know who most of the local statues are, so I tell the muffins
they're all great artists and poets and lovers. 

Once, just for the hell of it, I told a psychology major from the
University of Maryland that a public staircase was part of the Spanish
Steps, which she'd never even heard of. Another time, I told this blonde
from Michigan State that the public library was the Parthenon, and she
cooed like I'd just given her a diamond.

For dinner, I usually take them to some cheap little hole in the wall,  
someplace deserted where not even the cops eat. American girls think
candlelight means "romance," not "deteriorating public utilities," so
they just poke their nipples through their J. Crew sweaters and never
notice that there's no electricity.

Just as well, because Roman restaurants aren't exactly the cleanest.
After a bunch of fast-talk about the menu, I get them the special, which
is usually some anonymous pasta with spinach and day-old shrimp, and
whatever cheap, generic, Pope's-blood chianti's at the bottom of the
list.

By this time, they're usually standing in a slippery little puddle.
Going in for the kill, I walk them past one of Rome's famous 2,000-year-
old open cesspools. Then, as we open the door to my shitty efficiency, I
kiss them on the eyelids so they don't see the roaches, making sure the
first thing they see is the strategically positioned artist's easel I
bought at some church sale.

That's usually all they need to see and, like clockwork, they fall
backwards on my bed with their Birkenstocks in the air.

I mean, they're hardly Italian women, but we have a saying here in
Europe: Why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free?


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