Sex & the Single Woman: Riding Off into the Sunset
I’ve mentioned that while in Greece I rubbed elbows with some (ahem) stunning British men. They were trying to charm one of my friends and me–but let’s be honest, all they needed to do was talk–and they asked us to come meet them on their Greek isle.
Well, actually…no. Things didn’t work out, it was a bad idea, you get the point. But aside from those small details, they tried to convince us to come by promising us the ultimate Euro fantasy: riding around on the back of a motorbike.
What is it with us ladies and that dream? I get it, the adventure, the beautiful guy, the wind whipping through your sun-bleached hair… But why is it such an ideal that even British guys know to use that image to entice us automobile-driving American girls?