Mars In Libra Hunts Love… On A Night In Athens
Astrology in real life
My friend, Leon just called. He’s got his Moon, Mercury, Venus and Saturn in Scorpio, we’ve known each other for 30 years.
He called because he came across a flier for the yearly Greek party in my hometown, “A Night In Athens”, and he thought of me. I used to attend that thing not just every year but every year on both nights. Leon was amused.
I have Mars (hunt men) in the 9th (international) and simply put, I like the look of Greek men so I was going to be there, absolutely. But one year, I outdid myself.
This old woman came up to me, Greek, and introduced herself. It was like that at this party and I mention because they have a similar thing here and it is not friendly at all. But anyway, this woman started chatting with me.
“You Greek?”
“Italian.”
“What brings you here tonight?” she asked. I was about 23. “You like the food? The song? The dancing?”
“I like the men,” I said. “Jeez, is there anything better looking than a Greek man?”
She roared. “You came here to meet a Greek man?” she asked.
“Well yeah,” I said. “I’m hoping for that.”
“I know a Greek man! You want to meet a Greek man? I will introduce to a Greek man. I know every Greek man here,” she said.
“You do?”
“Come with me,” she said, taking me by the hand. “I will introduce you to them.”
She proceeded to introduce me to every Greek man there, from at 8 to 80 years old. “This is, Elsa, she’s Italian and she would like to me a Greek man…” I mean we canvassed the entire place, did not miss a single Greek man in the place (she skipped the marrieds), there were about 50 of them.
“See anything you like? Which one you like best?” she asked once we’d made the rounds.
“Well, yeah,” I said, cheeks flushed after shaking all the hands of all these men, many of whom made remarks.
“Who?” she asked.
I didn’t want to say. Many of the men had an eye on us after this, you can imagine. I was dressed to the nines of course. I looked like a morsel.
“Tell me,” she said, encouragingly.
I hemmed and hawed and then said the name of my top pick. She smiled. “Come with me.”
We walked over to the man I most preferred with a number of eyes on us. I dated that guy for about 8 months and have no regrets.
Leon, on the other hand, could not believe this. But then again, he’s from Michigan. 
::ducks::
Who else has a cruise story?
28 Responses to “Mars In Libra Hunts Love… On A Night In Athens”
Yeah and people think speed dating is new or sumpthin’. 
But Leon was appalled. “You let that old lady shop your ass around.”
“Are you kidding? That was the greatest thing in the world.”
He’s got Venus Saturn, see? But also, it is cultural, I think. I wrote a big ol’ thing on my original blog about how men and women (not Italians) go out to cruise each other and pretend that’s not what they are doing. This Italian bartender thought them fuckin’ ridiculous – coy and what not and when I wrote about it, the responding mob tried to burn my blog to the ground but hey.
I still think if men and women want to meet, they are going have to interact each other… er, duh.
It just occurred to me, it’s like when my husband and I met. We met and then I sent my roommate down to go invite him to dinner. I had no conscious thought about it, I was just 17 years hold, hit by the thunderbolt and so excited I thought I’d piss my pants – what would you do?
My husband, on his end, recognized a cultural ritual where if a girl likes a boy, she sends her brother to check him out so that was that. You see this stuff is in the blood.
In this situation, there was a lady making the introductions – a Greek church lady so the whole thing was quite proper but Leon sure as hell didn’t see it that way.
Leon thinks I am crazy and of course everyone who knows me agrees with him but as you guys can see, I am not even remotely crazy – people just aren’t Italian or they’re not from the desert or whatever because I assure you, everything I do makes sense once it is understood.
great story! love it!
Well, when I was younger I spent all my spare time in bars and clubs and that’s what I was doing – it’s what we all were doing, for god’s sake. What kind of people are these who pretend they’re not looking for a man or a woman? ::scratches head::
I had a friend who was really into Jamaicans and every time the West Indies were playing at the Oval (cricket ground) she’d be down there, cruising 
And every time I went back home, my mother’s friends, good catholic women, would be introducing me to every man they thought ‘eligible’. See, I think that generation were more honest about these things because everyone wanted to be married so everyone got in on the act of finding the young ‘uns a mate. Nowadays we’re supposed to find fulfillment through career and the ‘spiritual quest’, and it’s almost as if wanting to partner has become something lesser.
Ha Ha! Good for you, Elsa! I admire your bravery and willingness to just “go with it”. I have Venus in the 9th so I share an appreciation of those from other cultures, and yes, the Greeks are one of them! (‘specially the men!) My Venus is in Cancer though, and conjunct the MC, so I have to admit that the thought of being paraded around in public like that would make me squirm a little bit, though if there was a hottie in the bunch I might bite…
Oh, she didn’t parade me. She took me around like I was her niece or something. She was nice as hell!
Um… the Greeks here also have a festival but they are very VERY standoffish. I have been about 5 times (over 5 years) and frankly it is worse every time I go so I’ve given up or at least I’ve not gone for 4 years I think.
In contrast, in AZ (at least back then) this was a total reaching out by the Greek community (as opposed to a money making thing. They opened their church and community center and were charged with making people who came, feel welcomed and like family. I know this because I was tight with this Greek family who had three daughters and took me on as a 4th and they told me what the deal was. They wanted people to LIKE them.
In Denver they set it up where people who come, watch the Greeks. In Tuscon they set it up with round tables so people interact and the Greeks make a point of meeting you.
In Denver, they dance on a stage, roped off. In Tuscon, the people who come, dance WITH the Greeks. They are invited to have a shot of ouzo and get up there and give it a shot. Everyone dances in a circle all night, it is tremendous fun – very warm and earthy.
I don’t know if it is still like that but suspect it is. That right there is the difference between Denver and Tucson, anyone. Denver is cold and Tucson is not.
one of my best friends growing up was greek. her parents were from greece & she had to go to greek school after school.
they were really nice. man they were strict, wow.
Hahaha I can’t at all see why anyone should find that strange, Elsa, but then I’m European! We’re pretty upfront about these things over here…
My first lover was a Greek, and it was on a cruise ship lol! Very romantic. I was just 19… I’d only known him 48 hours, and knew I’d never see him again. Boy he was handsome in his unifrom (he was the 2nd officer) – but he spoke almost no English and I spoke no Greek ;^) Boys my own age had made me feel unattractive – he made me feel like a queen…
When the Israelis came to Honduras to teach us how to fly a fighter jet, my parents had several of the captains and majors staying at our place. Every night my parents had a huge dinner and everyone would party….they were a great bunch of men.
Well, I was 17 and became smitten with one of them who was 28, major in the israeli air force and I told my father that I really liked him. My dad then proceeded to take the two of us to the movies one weekend with my father sitting between us…..hahaha….I can recall every little thing about this time period. Ran (his name) put his arm around my father’s chair and rubbed my neck and back throughout the movie…..we dated after that for a year with different chaperones (my siblings, who were easy to get rid of), but yes, it is a cultural thing….so much fun!
He eventually asked me to go to Israel when they were leaving to go back….to live in a kibbutz with him…..well, my dad said no, I had to go college first.
Destiny did bring us back in touch just a couple of years ago…very funny how that happened…so random, but destined to be that way.
love it – what a great story- i can totally see it
Oh, wow, that’s REALLY cool! A total stranger reaching out to hook you up – nice!
It just goes to show you how different it is from state to state. In Tucson it’s a celebration of culture where people are invited in warmly to partake in the experience, while in Denver it’s more of a look-but-don’t-touch-and-make-sure-you pay-for-your-ticket kind of thing. How sad!
I dunno, if it were me I would want to share the beauty of my culture with anyone who would listen. I would offer them my native cusine, share stories about the history of my homeland, and make people feel welcome. But I guess that’s just me – I do have Venus in Cancer after all!
Ah, yes… another one for The Book.
Yeah, Alethea. I was expressly told this by this family who invited me that first year. ‘We want people to know us and to like us…”
Of course there names were Mama Bear and Papa Bear so what do you expect? They owned a restaurant down the street from my bar that I opened a 6 AM. I have always been an early riser so I would stop there for coffee every morning, sit at the counter with the old men (Capricorn) and we’d bet on the weather! High temp of the day!
They were all old soldiers of course. What else?
Anyway, I have pictures of those two – in the kitchen, cooking. They were happy as shit, especially the man. He was happy, loved his wife and she was bitchy which he also loved.
One of his daughters wound up marrying a man I dumped after our first date even though he was fabulously good looking and owned the nautilus workout place next to my bar. You won’t believe why. It was because the motherfucker was metaphysical – ha ha ha ha.
He invited me to dinner at his place. He cooked spaghetti (He was Italian) and he had this bottle of Chianti and his pasta dish which was served in the back yard on this spool table. Like this
http://chickensintheroad.com/wp-content/uploads/IMG_5239.jpg
Except his table was crooked and covered with a red and white tablecloth, this was romantic – I was being seduced. Except I didn’t know anything about being seduced, I was from the desert so when he wanted me to look at his set up – admire the lighting at dusk and the lines of the table and the smell of the trees in bloom, I was thinking, this guy is a fucking nut!
But what really did him in was when he told me his big insight. I swear, I almost died. I could not wait to get back to the old men and tell them about this because I worked in a bar full of old men too. He was very dramatic when he uttered this wisdom:
“If you’re not *at* ease, you’re diseased.”
Oh, fuck me runnin’, I thought because that was how I thought at the time. Where’s the door?
So I escaped that and a few years later, Patsy married him and actually, I think they bought the restaurant but get this.
They’re still married! They are both successful and they look GREAT!
Patsy, by the way, actually asked my permission to go out with him. “____ asked me out on a date, do you mind?” I told her he was a freak-a-zoid, LOL. Felt bad about that when they got serious but that was how we all were.
Her other sister dated this Greek guy – he looked like a God but we didn’t like him (he was mean to her) so we called him, “Tall, Dark and Stupid”.
Stupid because he was mean to her.
Women used to stick together like this, believe it or not. Everyone has a story of something nasty but really, this was the norm back then and the only thing I know.
I hate viscous women. Just repulsive.
Haha, that is awesome. I haven’t done much dating, but I consider it a huge pain in the ass. I would love for some little old lady to introduce me around to the bachelors. #1, that would take the guess work out of whether or not he’s taken. #2, I would be willing to guess that if you said your favorite one was a shady character, the little old lady would say “oh no, you don’t want that one. He’s no good.” Or maybe she wouldn’t even introduce you to that one in the first place.
Capricorn Mars says “I don’t want to play these dating games. Can’t we just sit down, have a bite to eat, and talk until we know whether or not we like each other?”
“Tall, Dark and Stupid” hahahaha
Well, my story is driving back from Phoenix to Tucson… a long boring drive… Notice three guys (cyclists, they had bikes on the roof) driving next to me. i smiled, kept driving. well, I passed these guys a few times, smiling and waving until we exchanged numbers, called them on the cell. We talked on the phone for a few minutes, seeing how there was a bad accident on I-10 and we were not moving. Met plans to met them and did. I talked to them for a few and one was very interested, I really wasn’t and left while he was getting more food. It made the ride home more interesting.
Totally enjoyed this Elsa!
I used to go to this nightclub in St. Louis called Stages and would salivate over the Greeks there. It was my first exposure and I was entranced. Sooo good-looking! I was into white-meat back then, so I didn’t approach, just admired.
10 years later I met my husband who is Arab Israeli with Greek ancestry on a business trip. Ow ow ow!!!! He was my client and it was a no-no to date, but I asked him out anyway. ; ) Moon in the 9th/Jup Sag.
My sis worked for a Greek family in North Charleston waiting tables at their restaurant. She’s still best of friends with their daughter and her husband. Good people, all of them.
To this day Greek food is my favorite because of their wonderful restaurant. Egg lemon soup, Felafel, Dolmas, Baklava. We don’t really have many restaurants around here but there are Lebanese restaurants about an hour away and the mediterranean food is similar.
I love this story Elsa. My women friends and I are totally like this with each other:)
I went to a party once when I was living in Germany. I told my friend–I need a man. Did she ever set out finding me one. She pulled me around by the arm and shoved me in front of the ones she thought the cutest. She then pushed me into this man….he was gorgeous and we had a red hot affair for about 5 weeks.
We left the party together that night and later he told me that he heard a bunch of men saying ‘look, he’s leaving with that blonde.’ I don’t speak German so didn’t know but–didn’t care. I was having a Pluto/Venus transit and was a total man eater and proud of it.
curiouswanderer: I agree!! But did my cruising in my younger days. I followed someone all the way to Europe that I met at a club and had an affair with them. Of course when I got there, they had changed their mind.
Cruising stories… hmmm I have a few ;^)
I almost never make arrangements to meet someone when I go out (or these days, down to the city) – I almost always go out on my own and see ‘who is around’. Almost all my relationships have therefore come about as a result of ‘cruising’ I guess! I used to belong to four or five clubs in London and had most of my social life through those. One friend led to another, or sometimes you’d just find yourself talking to a stranger. Mostly, I’d meet the same people / person over time, and sometimes one thing would lead to another… I don’t much like going out with just one person (other than a s.o.) because ‘nothing happens’! I love the serendipity of cruising.
If I want to see people one to one we go off to eat from a bar after meeting randomly, or we meet at one another’s homes by appt. I guess ‘cruising’ is my natural modus operandi, but it doesn’t necessarily mean I’m looking for sex! – though it often did when I was younger.
Just lost this post twice… hope it dosn’t pop up 3 times now…
My Dad is an Engineer so we travelled a lot- spent 2 years here & 2 years there in countries all over the place. We went to Athens when I was 14 & we were supposed to stay for 2 years & then go to Brazil but my mum & dad split up & my mum, my sister & I ended up living in Athen for 15 years or so. All my boyfriends were greek & comparing them to the guys I meet now I’m in Oz… well… give me a Greek guy ANY day *grin*
They ROCK =)
Elsa… smart girl… you knew what you were doing!!!!!
That’s an awesome story.
Some days I wish I had a little Greek church-mom to chauffer me to all the available mens. Other days I’m happy I don’t, because invariably it ends up like:
“Here are all the available nice guys!” *church mommma beams*
“Um… but what about the one over there with his back to the wall that looks like he could put his fist through my jaw if he wanted?”
“Oh, no no no no no no! Nice guys! He’s not nice.”
“I like not-nice.”
Then we proceed to stare at each other and the impasse I’ve created. *laughs*
OH MY GOSH.
BEST. STORY. EVER.
What a fun experience! May we all have our own version of older Greek women (aka cupid) in our lives!
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