Posted by Toehead on December 03, 2000 at 15:55:09:
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Around two years ago I hooked up with a low volume rancherita chica at the AB. I actually wasn't that attracted to her but I'd just been burned by another gal and felt like talking to someone. She'd only been there a short time and, though her english was very poor, told me she didn't like it and wasn't making much money. She turned out to be very sweet and had a playfulness about her I liked, we eventually went up to the room and had a great time and she became my standby regular. After our third encounter she told me she was going to be visiting the states and asked for my number, which I gave her. Two weeks later she called and we arranged to meet and see a movie. Around 3/4 of the way through the film we were making out. Afterwards in the parking lot she told me I didn't care about her and was just like all american men and only wanted one thing and that she wouldn't MARRY ME (excuse me?!). I told her that wasn't at all true and that she'd misjudged me, then I took her back to my apartment where we had sex. From that point on we began dating each other exculsively. She quickly fell into a routine of working during the day (minimum wage under the table job), then coming home and watching the Mexican telenovelas, while the story lines are mind numbing they're full of drop dead gorgeous latin ladies as are the mexican talk shows, lately she been watching the Brazilian exports which are quite risque. I tried taking her to movies but the only ones she enjoyed involved middle aged singing cowboys, generally with the same mexican actor. I tried renting subtitled american films but she complained she couldn't watch and read at the same time. However she did enjoy the "Chucky" series of movies and watching bull fights. I took her to see several Rock en Espanol shows but she really only liked listening to ranchero music (constantly and at full volume) and would get bored quickly. I tried to stress the importance of her learning computer skills but she'd always point out to me that there are no computers in her home town. I was able to talk her into enrolling in ESL classes (english as a second language) which are offered free but the only way I could be sure she'd go to them was if I took her. And she wasn't allowed to drive as she had no social security number and was here illegally. She did take the bus but she let it be known that a good boyfriend doesnt let his girlfriend ride the bus at night so I was always chauffeuring her, and her siblings, around. Of course there were also many pluses, she was very enthusiastic in the sack and seemed to always want to have sex, unfortunately she was just as determined for us to "make a baby" and refused to go on the pill and was always trying to have sexo sin condom..having kids really seems to be hardwired into these gals. And theres really no better way to learn about the Mexican culture in general and Mexicanas in particular then to live with one. Some of the beliefs and supertitions she firmly believed in were fasinating..tiny flying witches useing the eyes of cats to see in the night was just one of them. We did make the rounds at the amusment parks, aquariums and museums, but I really got the impression she was only doing it because she thought I enjoyed it. Overall though she was a good gal, fun sense of humor, not spoiled or materialistic and didn't really ask for much. I finally broke it off, she'd been pressuring me to get married and I knew she'd be happiest with 5 kids and a simple guy whose idea of fun is sitting on the couch watching Mexican T.V. (or what she called a "sofa potato"), which just ain't me. |
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