The men of Greece

One thing about being a single gal traveling alone in a country where they are known for their big strong men; a single gal won't be single for long.
I only ate alone once. The waiter/host would either offer to join me for dinner or they would offer to take me out for drinks after they were off work.
Um, okay!
I'm also pretty sure the first English words all Greek men learn are: you are very beautiful, I live just a few (feet, miles, a short scooter ride) away, and don't worry, I can take you home.
Just a guess, but I'm assuming I am correct on that one.

The first glass of wine was always free of charge provided by the waiter/host as a gesture to get me to come into their restaurant. Hey, no problem. Where should I sit?

My hilarious marriage proposal from the aging Greek fisherman happened in Mykonos. The man who liked a bee-u-tee-ful, no skinny, strong wo-man. After passing him on the sidewalk that afternoon I passed him three times later that night. (Not on purpose.) I was trying to find a place to eat and I managed to get lost on my way back to the shore line. (The locals told me they get lost and turned around all the time. Good info to know.) When I passed him once, his face lit up like the twelfth day of Christmas. When I passed him again, he thought I was a tease. When I passed him the third time,he took it as a sign and he wasn't going to let me go. He cleaned off his stoop, set me down, and asked me my name. His, was Adonis. (Of course. A Greek Adonis standing before me. Well, he was an Adonis at one time, but no longer.) He is looking for a strong bee-u-tee-ful wo-man for a wife and he can tell I am a strong bee-u-tee-ful wo-man. He will only marry an Aquarius. What is my horoscope? I have to be an Aquarius, he can tell.
No, I'm an Aries.
He will only marry two wo-mans an Aquarius or an Aries. An Aries is a strong sign. I am bee-u-tee-ful and strong.
This went on and on with me laughing on the outside and secretly coming up with an escape plan on th inside. Each time I would stand up, he would, with both hands on my shoulders, push me back down onto the stoop. How I managed to escape is still a mystery. When I was finally able to free myself from the grips of Adonis I said a silent prayer of thanks to all of the Greek gods, not to let me pass him again. If I had walked by him a fourth time I am pretty sure I would now be married.

In Santorini I went to a little place that was away from the main center of town and I was the only other person in the place. (Which I honestly don't mind.) The waiter offered to join me.
Sure, why not.
He drank while I ate and drank. I taught him English while he taught me Greek. Sadly, he also kept bringing me shots of alcohol that I am sure was pure fire-water and all I remember is Yammis (spelled phonetically) which is Greek for Cheers! After a liter of wine and several shots of the fire-water, into a taxi and back to my hotel I went to pass out. he offered to take me back to his place, "which was only five feet away. Right across the street." But of course.