I observed my friend just came back from his six months away for the Erasmus Programme. He is in love. His eyes shone, talking about her and the way they get together. And about the way they get together again. Reunited around our living room table, he told us how he had just broken up with his former girlfriend before leaving for Czech Republic and all he wanted was freedom and fun. “I wanted freedom and fun.” And then he met her, “the most beautiful girl I've ever seen”, and freedom and fun had suddenly a new meaning. She is a sweet greek girl, she knows when to speak and when words are not needed. She is not desperate for attention and she is modest and humble, despite all the boys buzzing around her all the time. She doesn’t make a scene for every single thing that bothers her. She is quite and smart and simple. And beautiful.
I don’t doubt that he loves her. And I wish them all the happiness of this world. But, listening to his story, I cannot but think that he is trying to sell me, to sell everyone, a way to be a woman.And I’m not buying it.