Why Latinas Love Me and More San Jose Basketball
I got a new roommate this week – Nicolas from Switzerland. Beto’s moving to his parents’ place so Nicolas, Karin and I will comprise an all-gringo household. Nicolas had heard about this blog from the AIESECers in St. Louis and said it was the best preview he found of his life to come in Arequipa. Yeah, me!
I have two potential girlfriend-replacements lined up. However, I’m reevaluating whether either one is worthy of replacing Rosa. I was pretty drunk when I met each one and almost didn’t remember what they looked like. They’re attractive but not girlfriend material.
Anita, the lawyer, came to watch my basketball game. She comes from a basketball family and later admitted that she wanted me after hearing I play for San Jose. She and I went to this Irish pub with Nicolas – it was his first Friday night in Arequipa and he had nobody to go out with. After Anita told me she had a three year-old daughter, we made out a little on the cab ride home.
We met again Saturday after I had lunch with Rosa. We had a more extended makeout session on my couch. I was very drunk when I met her because I usually wouldn’t pursue this kind of girl. She isn’t ugly, but not every guy would call her beautiful. She’s a great kisser with big lips. Most important, she seems to be a girl who really enjoys pleasure. I love women that crave physical pleasure. While doing different things to her, she’ll close her eyes and get completely lost in the moment, even moaning softly. Under her eyelids, I can imagine her eyeballs rolling up in the back of her head.
After our makeout session we went for sandwiches with Karen, Nicolas, and Jose Miguel. Nicolas’ welcoming party was that night at our apartment. While eating, Anita’s mom called to tell her that her daughter was coughing. Anita decided to be with her daughter, which was good news for me.
I met Sonia about two weeks prior and we’d been playing phone tag ever since. Sonia, 22, just finished her psychology degree and is looking for work anywhere in Peru. I invited her to the party. We made out in the kitchen most of the night. We joined the rest of the party to dance for a few songs, but promptly returned to the kitchen to make out. Sonia is slightly plump with huge boobs and a cute face. She also has a huge tongue which almost engulfs mine. She doesn’t seem to be as much of a freak as Anita, but she dances sexy – which was why I met her.
Dating women is easier here than in America. I don’t do bad in the States and I always have beautiful girls, but I rarely juggle them like this. Imagine that foreign kid in high school with the accent. All the girls were interested in him. That’s me here. Peruvian guys will call the girls “bricheras” and say they’re only interested in the visa or money. Americans say this too. There is some truth in that, but it’s exaggerated. Haters.
The women I meet are in their twenties. They’re thinking about when they’l get married and have children. They don’t have a boyfriend and may worry when it’ll happen, and with who. Then they meet a tall, handsome gringo (me). Then they hear me speak Spanish. Then they learn I’m not a tourist, I live here permanently. And they’re in love. They start thinking about a relationship, what the kids would look like, and spending their life with me before the first date. Too easy. It almost feels unethical. Like predatory lending.
We (San Jose) played our first game of the finals Friday night. There are usually about 50 fans who pay the S/. 2.50 entrance fee to see a regular season game. For the finals, the stadium was packed. Among the side rafters, I counted at least fifty people in La Salle’s band / spirit group. They had drums, horn instruments, three or four flags, and three or four banners. The San Jose band / spirit group had about thirty. La Salle was much louder. If I had to estimate how many total people were in the coliseum, I would guess 300 – 400.
I never played high school sports. I fought in an amateur boxing match with a similar crowd watching, but you forget all about them as soon as you get hit in the head. I was nervous during practice layups. We got dominated by La Salle, as I predicted in the earlier post. At one point in the first quarter, the score was 21 – 4. We closed the gap to about ten, where it stayed most of the game and they held on to win.
In one of my recent posts, I questioned whether being on this team was worth the commitment of four nights a week. If I miss a practice, the coach calls me to ask where I was. I thought playing sports would calm the increasing stress from living here, but the seriousness of this team creates more stress in my life.
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