I actually have sympathy for Gringas.
being in my late 20's and, by the grace of whatever all mighty Gods have protected me, still unmarried I find it fascinating to sit back and watch the slow but ever increasing aging of females. Let's face it, males age vastly better then females, and by the time a gringa is around my age the decay is speeding up, the clock is ticking, and the window is closing. All the once cute little girls are starting to sag, droop, and wrinkle.
I went to the 30th B-day of a Gringa I had dated early in college this past summer. A gaggle of Gringas my friends and I partied with years ago were present. After examining the group I didn't know if I should point at them and laugh, get in a group and cry with them, or find the 1st animal that crosses my path and sacrifice it to the grace of whatever all mighty Gods have protected me. A$$e$ were huge, I don't mean Brazilian, giant flab, wrinkles and worn skin, drooping breasts, I can go on and on. The scary part was I had found several of these girls attractive 8 years ago. How easily I could have slipped and married one of these behemoths, or knocked one up and today would be supporting her insane food habit.
As much as a Gringa can piss me off, after I get over my immediate desire for blood, I smile. Time is quickly overtaking their bodies. The future is already written, and I get the last laugh. Sure, we all age, but going back to college in my late 20's I was still able to date 18 year olds. When they are 30 who will they get ? The number swiftly drops as our fellow males fall out of the group getting picked off by marriage, offspring, trips to Costa Rica and the realization they don't need the Gringa, whatever. Their clocks are running, especially if they want little ones. Also, as their insatiable desire for things increases exponentially to their growing a$$ size, the number of males who can give them what they know they deserve gets smaller and smaller. As my earning potential increases, I for one know that my selectivity increases even faster.
This past summer I enjoyed my 1st trip to Costa Rica, by the grace of whatever all mighty Gods have protected me. Upon my return, armed with a large stack of pictures I showed them to one of my Gringa friends. She is my best Gringa friend and other then a couple drunken encounters we have been purely platonic. She loved the photos of me in the jungle, the pics of me surfing, the pics of me fishing, and then she got to the photos of me frolicking in the surf with the stunning 5'8 dark haired, 19 year old 105lb non-working girl I met. She thumbed through the stack of pics of this girl, then said "How am I supposed to compete with that ????" In my mind I said, "Sorry, but you can't." Hahahahaha.
Now, I also feel the need to speak a bit to the Tica. I am worried that they may be placed a bit high on the pedestal. Anyone who thinks that once you step foot in C.R. the clouds part, the beer is free, and the females are without problems is in for a difficult time. I dated two non-working Ticas, and both times it ended in failure, well failure in terms of having a long lasting relationship. These girls can be incredibly naive, and I don't want this to be taken the wrong way, but very immature. I was always stunned when they would lie to my face, with that innocent look, and think that I was stupid enough to believe them. They strike me as little fish in a little pond.
Now, after saying that, if I marry ever I would more likely take a Tica then a Gringa. They poses some fantastic qualities beyond just the obvious beauty. There was a refreshing aspect to spending the day and night with one. Having a female really appreciate being taken out to a nice dinner, or traveling, or being brought hundreds of dollars worth of cloths from an American boutique, means a lot to me. I was stunned when I began with the 1st girl. After chasing her, taking her out to dinner a couple nights in a row, she turned to me and said that no one had ever treated her this well, and thank you. Thinking back to Gringas, it was excepted that I take them out to fancy places every night, regardless, that was my job, my duty, my reason for existence.
Anyway, this was longer then I wanted. Probably cause I just broke up with a Gringa, and am longing for another trip south. *sigh* soon.
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