It was a complete shock at first, but after several weeks, the feeling has worn off, and I stopped really caring.Being surrounded by attractive women simply became the new normal.There are times when she won’t explicitly invite you in for fear of appearing a slut, but still doesn’t want the date to end. I’ve done dates with women that I simply won’t dream of doing in America if I want to get laid: going to a museum, hanging out at a park, checking out a part of the city, and just generally hanging out (in Russian, the phrase for dating is literally “let’s hang out”).
Then I looked down and noticed they were also wearing white flip-flops.
I can understand it was a hot summer evening, but the image of someone going out to a club in flip-flops was absolutely revolting.
It was around three years ago that I boarded a plane to Iceland and began a quick tour of the continent, visiting 20 countries over the summer.
Afterwards, I slowed down my travel pace and began living months at a time in various cities.
While here in Europe, it’s very rare that I see an absolute knockout walking around (relatively to other women).
On a typical afternoon, while riding the subway in New York, one would see all kinds of different women: there would be a average-looking girl; a goth girl wearing all black with dyed black hair; a chubby girl wearing an oversized college sweatshirt; a punk girl sporting converses and holding a skateboard; and maybe some cute girl with a perfect body and beautiful face that every guy in the metro would be salivating and checking out.Likewise, in America every now and then you might see a very cute woman like Scarlett Johansson or Zooey Deschanel on the street.In Spain, I routinely saw women that looked like Penelope Cruz.European women wear stylish clothes with either open toe or closed toe flats.I’ve even seen women wearing pajamas on a couple of occasions on New York streets.Guys aren’t staring at women with hands in their pants, while exclaiming: “she’s so hot.”American women dress purely for comfort. I remember riding a metro in Barcelona when I saw a group of American women sitting on the opposite side.