I don’t get it. I’ve seen hundreds of them everywhere I go. And not a bad-looker amongst them. Specially your between 16-30’s. They are absoluteley drop-dead gorgeous. Why the heck is that?
And they’re real nice too. Seems like they often end up starting conversations themselves instead of you doing it.
Well there are a lot of beautiful ones, but not all of them. I was at a Hooters in Vancouver a month ago and there were one or two that we thought got hired by some Canadian law that said the overweight and unattractive had to be 20% of the waitresses.
Or was that 20% of the clientle? Is that how we got in?
(Takes off flame suit)
Whenever I travel, I find the women are more beautiful than at home. Partly, that’s because where I live I could have a barbecue at my house for all the non-white women in my town and still have some chairs left over. I love traveling out of Montana to see all the attractive non-Scandahoovian women.
But there is something aboot those Canadian women.
Whistlepig
(Hooters is like, weird. That was the second time I’d been in one and if I go to another it would be for the chicken wings. Hooters lacks the honest leering of a strip joint and those orange hot pants and nylons make me feel like I"m Herb Tarlik.
Plus, the darkest beer they had on tap was Budweiser. I can at least get an amber ale at most places in Montana.)
Sorry your experience with them hasn’t been as good as mine (or Baron’s, for that matter) whistlepig.
I talked to about six of them today who all mentioned various places in Canada - and I’d be lying if I said all six of them weren’t (strangely enough) stunning.
If it weren’t for this one girl I am desperately trying to get to like me, I’d just ask one of them out. They seem so much more polite and friendly (even in a non-flirting way) than I usually get.
Canadian boys (especially French-Canadian ones) are gorgeous in large proportion too.
As for Hooters… “Hooters is a great institution because there would never be a female equivalent. Women would never go to a restaurant called Balls. ‘Dyou want to go to Balls?’ ‘Noooooo! I hate their mozzarella sticks!’” - Margaret Cho
Where are you guys living? When I visited my boyfriend-type person in Toronto, I certainly didn’t get the feeling I had much competition there. And I didn’t see any guys half as cute as him.
If my French teacher is an accurate representation for Canadian women (since she’s Canadian and all), then they are all old, conceited and saggy, with huge boners for Oprah.
Actually, I know other Canadian women, and yes, they are some of the best looking women I’ve seen.
Venoma, you just created the funniest mental image… to me ‘preening’ is the way a bird will (for example) poke her face under her wing to rearrange feathers and whatever.