Sprechen Sie Greek?

So you just have to LOVE the world wide web. I confess I’ve gotten a tiny bit addicted to “blog stat’s” and owe the lovely ladies at High Heel Confidential coffee and donuts (my treat ladies? I heard from movie man Rishi.O that the ones at Mad Over Donuts at Breach Candy, Mumbai are to-die-for) for hooking me up with a few thousand more readers in a span of about 14 hours!

And then of course I found this hilarious post commenting on my random blog about the Greek hottie Sakis (presumably from Greece) which looks like this:

…and translates loosely (according to Google, which as you know I swear by) into this:

untitled-2I love it! (I also feel this linking back and forth could go on for a while.)

But wait a minute, husband? When did I say anything about him being a good (much less the best) husband?
Its almost spooky how the Greeks can read minds.

I am, in fact a firm believer that if you marry someone relatively good looking you’re more likely to wake up in the morning willing to forgive their occasional idiosyncrasies (and proudly muse damn you’re good looking, and you’re mine all mine!) than if they make you want to chew your arm off rather than risk waking them up. I believe that’s what the term “Cayote Ugly*” is meant to mean?

Coyote Ugly*
A situation encountered after a night of consuming alcohol whereby a person, usually male, wakes the next morning in a strange bed with a sexual partner from the previous evening who is completely physically undesirable and sleeping on the man’s arm. The hapless male would rather gnaw off his own arm than wake the woman and have to face the ills of his intoxicated choices the previous evening. Originating from a phenomena whereby a coyote captured in a jaw trap will chew off its own leg to escape certain death.

If you watch Beauty & The Geek you’ll know what I mean. Who would you be more likely to forgive for forgetting your birthday, Exhibit A or exhibit B?


Exactly. FYI same guy, just pre and post make over.
So to answer your question; why do girls like bad boys? (because they’re usually really really ridiculously good looking, duh!)



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11 responses to “Sprechen Sie Greek?

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  3. missmalini

    Yup I did but I was in junior school grades 3 to 5!

  4. Thalassa

    Oh, also I’ve actually met Sakis – very polite man and incredibly good looking – but wouldn’t call him the best looking Greek man I’ve seen.

  5. Thalassa

    Wait a minute – I always thought you actually attended college or at least high school in Greece. Aren’t you a diplobrat?

  6. Your blog is quite fabulous; I just came across it today, thanks to the HHC girls 🙂
    Oh, and the Greek thing is cool. I’m completely obsessed with the namesake TV show, even though it has nothing to do with the language!

    Good looks, bad guys *sighs*

  7. Hello!!
    So you found out my post!!
    Well google seemed to mistranslate greek!
    I just mentioned “the most beautiful man” and it translated “the best husband”!!!
    Bad translation, really bad!
    *He’s not married by the way
    **I like Sakis but I just wondered how you found him, from such a distant country. I think he’s not the most beautiful man in the world, although he’s really handsome.
    *** I agree with your general opinion about beautiful men

    Have fun!

    • missmalini

      Hahaha I figured! Well it just popped up on my blog stats in wordpress and I was curious to see what you wrote. I’ve actually lived in Athens for 3 years (ages 8-10!) thanks to my dad being a diplomat… making me a diplobrat! I think the Sakis story popped up on a news feed somewhere and I thought hmm eye candy so why not 🙂

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