Mi Chibola Y La Comida
Chibola is Peruvian slang for a young girl. Emphasis being young. Comida is food.
I thought about Milagros all week. I had her over Friday night. She told her parents she would sleep at a friend’s and stayed with me.
I didn’t see her Saturday or Sunday. Monday was a holiday and Milagros came over around noon. There was a block party outside. They were serving rocoto relleno and fried chicken plates with plenty of beer. Rocoto relleno (stuffed pepper) is the Arequipa signature dish: a spicy pepper stuffed with meat and cheese served with pastel de papa (potato cake).
Milagros and I went with Nicolas, Damien, and Roy to eat lunch. We shared a rocoto relleno plate. We finished before the others and ran back to the apartment. After showering together, we went into my room and spent 2 – 3 hours in bed. Without going into specifics, we got a little nastier than we had previously. She gave me a long massage afterwards.
Milagros and I had planned to make arroz con pollo that evening. Arroz con pollo is one of my favorites from Peru and I plan to make it for a family Christmas party. I just need to learn how. Arroz con pollo is rice flavored with cilantro (so much that the rice turns green) mixed with peas, carrots, onion, peppers, and chicken. We went to the grocery store together to buy the ingredients. Then she taught me how to make it.
Mike diced the onion. He later noted how Milagros was all over me in the kitchen. She is touchy-feely, clingy. She comes up behind me and wraps her arms around me, laying her head on my arm or shoulder. Always wanting kisses. I don’t mind this. When people aren’t around, she grabs my package for a rub or massage. It’s nice. At one point she called me “Papi.” ‘Papi’ literally translates to ‘Daddy’. There may be a few ghetto American pimps whose strung-out whores call them ‘Daddy’, but the word is generally not a pet-name in the States. I kind of like it but it reminds me of our age difference. She’s twenty and I’ll be thirty in March.
Mike says that 29 and 20 isn’t a big deal in Latin America. Peruvian Roy agreed. I don’t care what’s acceptable. I am not comfortable with it. She’s immature. She laughs hysterically at things that aren’t funny and doesn’t laugh at my clever jokes that are obviously hilarious.
While she apparently learned sexual lessons from a couple guys, she doesn’t seem to have any relationship baggage at all. She’s never fallen in love. How would it possibly work? Plus, I don’t want to be seen with this girl. How could I be taken seriously? I’m going to show up to things with a twenty year-old nursing student? Hi guys, this is my girlfriend.
At the same time, I catch myself thinking about her. I got a semi-erection while writing this. She’s nasty but also kind of sweet. This is a hard combo to pull off. I have had purely physical relationships before. But I don’t even like to kiss those girls. I cringe while cuddling afterwards. Milagros doesn’t have that side effect. I can cuddle and kiss her.
Saturday morning, I didn’t want her to leave when she did. To entice her to stay a little longer, I told her I’d translate the words to the American music we were listening to – one of my R&B CD’s. Translating, I told her the words in Spanish from songs like “Cupid” by 112, “Must Be Nice” by Lyfe Jennings, “Let Me Love You” by Mario, etc. Damien told me I was playing with this girl and getting her hopes up. That’s obvious in hindsight. But at the time I just wanted to listen to one more disc with my skinny little honey cuddling up on me in bed.
I had recently put Vladimir Nabokov’s Lolita on my Christmas list (before meeting Milagros). Lolita is the story of a middle-aged man who falls for an adolescent girl and their ensuing relationship. Was it a sign that I put this on my list? Or coincidence?
Something else has come up to make me think about my exit strategy. I asked Milagros what her parents do. Her mom is a secretary. No big deal. Her dad is a police officer. What!! In the States, this is no big deal. But I don’t know what to expect here in Peru.
Consider the situation. I have ravaged a twenty year-old. We did not just sleep together. I turned it out, tossed it up, and put it on the wall. Now it’s sprung. And. Its. Father. Is. A. Peruvian. Cop. I may be paranoid, but I sense danger. (For more info about Peruvian police, read my post titled Human Rights)
The arroz con pollo turned out alright. I’ll use twice as much cilantro next time.
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I am honestly surprised the age thing bothers you as much as it does. I can understand the frustration with immature, but that can happen at any age.
You know me though, with my usual 10 years++ difference (-_^)
Patricia’s father is in the PNP. She was 22 when we met, I was 30 and working at GE…
@ tatyana -
maturity is the main problem. it’s a relationship like the ones you have when you’re 20. plus, in my experience, latinos seem less mature than americans (as opposed to europeans who seem the most mature at a young age) due to the fact that they live with their parents forever. so sometimes it’s like dating a 16 year-old.
@ ward -
you married her so her dad is probably not inclined to inflict violence on you. on the other hand, i won’t marry milagros but have done anal, atm, and even introduced her to marijuana sex (my favorite). but lack of danger is lack of fun, right?
Ah the chibolas are my Achilles heel. As much as I deny myself the odd guilty pleasure you won’t need to twist my arm if a damsel in distress just so happens to grace my bar table. Some quite daring lasses have been known to infiltrate the more popular clubs in Lima where I frequent, and for the life of me I cannot tell a 16yo from a 20yo as far as looks go. Which to my detriment has gotten me into hot water as i tend to be a major fan of the female human condition.
However I am trying to restrain myself now at 32, not unlike a vampire at a blood bank, but its not easy work as alot of veterans will attest.
It doesn’t help either when they stare with those puppy dog eyes hoping for some green light of approval from her desired gringo. Some have been known to take on board a gringo like their latest opulent trinket to show off their family and friends. Which is why pleading the fifth is always an option. All in all teenage girls here can be misleading creatures, moreso in latin america, they are quite crafty when they are set in getting what they want. So either pretend you were too drunk to remember her, or run like hell if her father isn’t a gringo sympathiser!