Every woman in the world naturally attracts specific categories of men. Mine are:
1) Old men ( 70 years old minimum)
2) Working class ( waiters, guards, bricklayers, electricians, postmen…better if 70 years old)
3) Arabians
The good thing about that is that I used to live in the Arabic quarter in Milan, and so that turned up to be very good for some reasons:
Improves you ego : since no matter how bad I’m dressed, how fluffy my hair are ( and I promise you that most of the time I look like the rasta sister of the Lion King), how messed my make up is, I always feel like Monica Bellucci on the red carpet, with all these nice guys whistling and yelling at me.
Keeps you thin and fit: Since, especially late at night, these guys express their admiration chasing me, I learned to run like Forrest Gump and I could keep a perfect shape without having to pay expensive pilates lessons. So, no surprise that during my Egyptian period I got some admirers, also considering the fact that Alexandria is the African Paris, with all the lovers holding hands, smoking shisha and looking at the sea sat on the corniche.
The funny thing is that there are a lot of differences between occidental and Egyptian courting strategies. Mainly, in Italy, if you really fancy someone, you grab a big poster, you draw in capital letters I FANCY YOU (+ your phone number), you place it right in front of his face and then go out for little shopping hoping that sooner or later he will understand it’s him you’re talking with.
If he does, the courting ritual schedules:
1) Him pausing the Playstation to send you an sms
2) You not answering to create a little suspense
3) Him re – sending you the same sms he already sent you
4) You keeping not answering
5) Him giving up the courting ritual an going back to the Playstation
6) You ending up all by yourself listening Barbara Streisand and eating ice cream on the couch.
In Egypt it’s completely different. If you can’t help from impacting with an Egyptian men ( example: you have to work with him, you have to ask him how much the muddy-texture-Turkish-coffee costs etc etc) at the beginning you will be a little puzzled by their kindness. They open the taxi door for you, instead of quickly jumping in it leaving you like an ass in the middle of the street. They pay you drinks, instead of turning into sloths and sloooowly open their wallet when waiters bring you the bill. After a while, however, they start to become a little too caring. I’ve been also proposed while paying my tea in a Bowling place by quite a handsome guy whose courting strategy consisted in pointing out that his sister has my same name. Well, that was quite a catch.
