According to a new survey by Miss Travel, a destination dating website, its customers say the world's sexiest women are from Armenia and the world's sexiest men are from Ireland.The travel site polled over 110,000 Americans to determine who they thought was sexiest; last year, Australian men and Brazilian women topped Miss Travel's "hot" charts.
The gamut of participants runs from women in their 70’s to hipper 30 year olds, with pretty much everything in between: it’s somewhat of an insular crowd, with ties to the Consulate and strong roots “back home”.Many of them seem to commute on a regular basis and at first it was hard for me to relate to most of them, what with my nomadic instincts, my cultural full immersion and the rejection of everything Italian I wasn’t too fond of – yes, there are facets to the bel paese anyone would be willing and happy to reject.Someone asked me at our latest gathering if I knew of a good Catholic Church on the Westside and I had to swallow hard not spatter my margarita over her dress – after 15 years in LA I am not aware of a single Catholic Church, west or east side, and I just demurred, skipping over my churchgoing days ending over three decades ago.Another woman expressed such a bigoted opinion I had to remove myself from the table for fear of starting a not so pleasant debate. Italian women would never wish to be anything else other than Italian – but that goes for their male counterparts too. Italian women make good friends – maybe it’s true of every culture but because they are so warm, accustomed to large families and they love to talk and eat, they tend to find ways to coexist with rivalries, gossip, stubbornness and, sometimes, even hypocrisy.After all, we were celebrating one of the ladies going back to Italy for good, her stint at the Consulate over. But as I was sitting around surveying the beautiful garden enveloped by the June gloom, I started to do a mental inventory of the traits common to most Italian women and, taking into account the two margaritas already in my belly which might have clouded my judgement somewhat, here is what I came up with: 1. Unlike their Los Angeleno counterparts who lunch on salads with dressing on the side and sip strictly unsweetened iced tea, we pile our plates, we go back for seconds and we never skip dessert. Italian women cherish motherhood, even those who are not mothers themselves. But they do make good and caring mothers, I will have to admit to that. This was by no means a survey with a scientific approach but I had fun conducting it.
Italian women might drink alcohol but do not get drunk. Somehow, there were no fat people in the room which brings me to number 3. It’s not served at parties because it would clash with the food anyway.
It would be unseemly and in poor taste and god forbid we might look foolish. And it makes you burp, another activity frowned upon. Speaking of which, Italian women are absolutely convinced there is no better food than Italian.
They will proclaim it to anyone who would listen, they will politely venture for ethnic on occasion and then pronounce their sentence: Italian food is just better. Unlike French women, who need to be chic no matter the occasion, Italian women dress well, but they have to be comfortable and they skew towards the classics rather than the adventurous. Little makeup – too much is “clownesque” in their view and hair should be neat but not overcoiffed that’s toooo American.
When I went through my pirate phase I put a lot of friendships on the line but I mercifully got over it before it was too late. During my brief survey, I found that to be true of everyone present.
At least, that’s according to a recent poll exploring European citizens' preferred nationality for a holiday fling. But I wouldn’t get paid and it would make for quite a tiring read.
The survey of over 50,000 European men and women aged 18 to 35 revealed that men in six out of eight countries surveyed (including Britain, Holland, Germany, Italy and France) said they'd like a relationship with a woman from Spain more than any other nation. It would be easy for me to answer that by simply writing two words over and over again: Penelope Cruz. (Although Penny, if you’re reading this, you can find me on Twitter.