Hmm..Wow..A topic that I can reply to because it has "newb" in the title..woohoo,I get to have an opinion!I am literally(figuratively) jumping up and down in excitement.
Okay,seriously.I feel this gives me a chance to get something down into words that I have been pondering on for a while.I am 37 and divorced...I feel like the woman I was married to showed traits that you guys are attributing to both Latinas and gringas at one time or another...which makes me question;Maybe it's not race that sets certain women apart,maybe it's background and options or lack of them?
Let me explain..and this may take a while and most certainly may not be worth reading.
I was 24 when i started a relationship with this girl.She was 20 and I had known her since she was 15.We were both from poor families,which is why I think that we bonded so quickly.We were instant friends and the chemistry was always there,but it took a while for us to get involved as more than that.
When we started dating(I use that term loosely),she had an old Chevette,some cheap clothes,and not much else..our relationship consisted of her hanging around my place constantly and we would have sex(constantly).At this time I was just starting out in my career.I had not much money ,but always plenty to eat and I was constantly having blow out parties at the old house I rented from my uncle.
It was so hot in those days...she was beautiful,sexy,extremely intelligent,and fascinating in her complexity...yet she wanted nothing except to spend time with me.I could buy her a box of doughnuts and she would be happy just because I thought of her.She was a very feminine girl...5'6" and 115 pounds.Sexually she was extremely giving.It was always about making me happy,but she always managed to "get hers" too.
Life back then was about being happy with next to nothing.
Fast forward 6 years.
She is my wife at this time.Over time I have started making more and more money...she has started wanting more and more "things".
She wanted a house and wanted to move far away from our families.I bought us a house,but in the same town.I told her this area was my home and I liked it here.I bought her a nice car and started buying her nice clothes...paid for schooling for whatever she chose to study,always with the idea that eventually it would pay for itself...which never happened
She had become what you guys describe as a gringa...she was always looking at new sportscars she wanted,she was filling her closet with clothes,boots,makeup,perfume,etc...she was no longer doing anything for me..she just took my money,paid the bills,then bought stuff...Of course I did buy stuff as well..which she complained about..I constantly heard about how I spent $3000 rebuilding and souping up my pickup..I "got everything I wanted and she got nothing"(meanwhile the closet is full of many thousands of dollars of merchandise of hers).But the sex was still as good as ever...more than I could ever want and then some.
Then the sex stopped..So then I took away my checkbook and we split our finances...within one month she was asking to go back to pooling our money,because I was able to buy everything I wanted and she was literally broke..I had been telling her for years that her job was only to keep her entertained...it barely paid for itself...she finally saw what I meant...so I relented and we again pooled our money.After all I wanted her to be happy,didn't I?
So all of the sudden every month we were short on bills...This led to fighting..
Me:Why are the bills not paid?"
Her:"I guess you are spending too much."
I knew this was BS so I started paying attention...she was buying nothing and neither was I ,yet the money was not there...What was happening?
A year or so later I found out...she said she was leaving.She moved out,quit her job,and miraculously survived for a year with no cash flow..we were still occasionally seeing each other,so I watched her live on what I knew to be my missing cash...In the divorce she asked for nothing,so I let it go and figured I got out cheap.
Now remember...this girl started out as a dirt poor fun loving chick who fawned over me like I was her white knight...the entire time that I thought I was giving her a better life I was actually turning her into a monster of sorts..still sexy and beautiful...but no less a pain in the ass for it.
That was my side of the story...now let me tell you what I figured out was her side...
Deep breath
When i was 24 I was 6'1" tall,170 pounds and not a bit of body fat..Abs and the whole nine yards.I was happy,was constantly partying,and knew how to show a girl a good time.I had numerous female friends who treated me better than they treated their own boyfriends..they would all stop talking when i had something to say and they would all talk behind my back about how great I was....my buddies(and I had many) would all shake their heads..wanting to know what was the deal, I guess...I couldn't tell them because I did not know.
When I got serious with my ex,they all dropped off the face of the earth..I was not receiving the multiple female attention I craved,so I became very testy I think...taking some of it out on her.
What do we men do when we are irritated?We loom,we puff up,we become aggressive...in short,we act like dicks...Well,that became me..
Imagine how that must feel for a 115 pound woman,to constantly be browbeaten by a much larger and stronger person constantly...how would it feel to any of you to have a much stronger man constantly trying to force his will on you?I have thought about that much in the last few years,and I am ashamed of it.I should have just said "I am sorry,but no" and left it at that..of course you all know how persistent women can be...but they have to be,how else would they get what they want?
The entire time that i was becoming more of a dick,i was also becoming older and less good looking...I gained a pot belly and I stopped working out.I was still strong and healthy,but looked nothing like my former self..yet she looked better than ever..I am sure guys were lining up at her work to tell her how much better they would treat her(until they started taking her for granted...you know how we are).
Present day
I have now been divorced for a while,and the scene has changed much...I am back in shape(though the abs still are elusive)...I am actually more muscular than I have ever been...but the women my age are all as you guys describe them...I have no interest in talking with bitter women,so I just work and come home..I have a young latina neighbor that comes over and we talk and hang out,but she sees me as an old guy...she just plies me for stories about my wild youth.She finds it fascinating since she is sheltered and has done almost nothing interesting...I enjoy talking to her because she is too innocent to be bitter,yet she does have a dirty and inquisitive mind.
Every now and then a random woman around my age will try to strike up a conversation with me,but I blow her off...because I know what she really wants is stability,and she thinks I might be that meal ticket.
Enter Costa Rica
So about a year ago I start thinking...What do i want for the rest of my life?Well,I really don't know the answer,but I do know that for the near future all I want is to use and discard women as I please...but I am no liar,and with all of the female friendships I have had over the years I am too soft hearted to do that to an unsuspecting woman,and I have found that honesty is NOT the best policy..as the phrase" I am just looking to have fun with you" rarely works...(well,it worked as recently as a few months ago...but not often).
So i find I don't want to bother too much with the American girls any more.So I think "what type of women do I like?"
Well...I like a broad variety...but my favorites would have to be tiny little brown spinners that I can use and discard...i get on google about two months ago and I find Costa Rica...a country full of them...and latina to boot(which i have always liked..).
So,back to the original point(I know,I talk too much...I don't like my present life,so I get lost in my head alot)
I think it is less(or zero) that race or feminism creates undesireable women...I think it is options.
American girls have many options that Ticans do not...give the Ticans options,you turn them into gringas...that is I think what the "cheapskates" (no offense meant,that is just how you are percieved) are trying to say with the constant "no cien!"..the more you up the wages of these girls,the more you turn them into the spoiled girls we all know and despise..as crappy as it sounds..we have to keep them under our thumbs in order to maintain the status quo...
I don't think it is about being cheap,i think it is about staying in control..and I don't know how I feel about that yet...I have the feeling once I get down there I will want to keep it that way too...
You see...I love women and I want them all to be happy ,but I find that by trying to make them happy in this country we have only made them miserable...so maybe it's the wrong mindset we in this country have?
Are these girls being oppressed by our use(in my case future use)of them,or are we men being oppressed by the inability to sow our oats,as is in our nature to do?
Ah, the paradox of life.
But I am not going to trouble myself by all of that while I am down there next year.I am going to accept the world as it is,not as it should be,and I am going to let these women use me for cash while I use them for my own happiness...but in my case I know they will not be mistreated..so it is what it is,and so be it..
In the end I think it is great that there is someplace we can all go and trade a little cash for alot of fun.
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