The Final Word on Bricheras

Posted on 08. Apr, 2009 by Colin in peru

This is my definitive post on bricheras in Peru. Need to catch up? Read how I first learned of them in Amigos and Bricheras, or my first sighting of The Brichera Scowl and the Second Date.

My First Brichera!

In retrospect my first Peruvian girlfriend was a brichera given she offered to marry me. But the Peruvians said she wasn’t. She didn’t speak English and never had a gringo boyfriend. So my first bona fide, gringo-hunting brichera (an English-speaker studying tourism) came my last week in Arequipa.

My brother Ryan arrived for a two-week trip to help me move to Colombia. We went to El Balde for a few beers before moving on to Deja Vu, the primary brichera spot in Arequipa. We ran into some friends and talked upstairs before I moved to the dance floor. I was dancing with two girls while I noticed a different one staring at me from across the room. I smiled but stayed where I was.

Some time later, Ryan and I passed that girl and I introduced us. She spoke a little English. Keeping the conversation going felt like pulling teeth so I split, leaving her with Ryan. They found me downstairs and I sat them down with some friends. A few minutes later Ryan got up and told me she was all mine. He said she’d been asking about me (and later admitted that was a lie). I sat next to her and we talked for a few minutes when Brichera started kissing me.

We made out for a while before going to the dance floor. Brichera drank fast. After finishing a beer, Brichera asked if we should get another (implying I buy). I invested in a round. While dancing, Brichera suggested we race drinking them. I barely beat her (that’s fast for a girl). She said we should get another. I wondered if I was getting taken for a ride. Willing to risk it, I invested in another. We finished that round as the bar was closing.

Because Brichera seemed a bit of an alcoholic, I told her I had more beer at my apartment. We could keep partying there. She agreed.

Near my apartment Brichera pointed at El Tablón, suggesting we get food. I again wondered if I was getting taken for a ride. She’s almost to the apartment. One more investment’s worth it. I bought a quarter chicken and fries meal (to go!), which we shared in the apartment while Ryan went to bed. Brichera would bite off some chicken and then kiss me until I bit some of the chicken from her mouth.

After eating, Brichera said she just wanted to sleep in the same bed. That’s fine, let’s get in bed then. Just sleeping turned into butt-nakedness, which turned into hair-pulling, hard-spanking doggystyle. My investments paid off.

In the morning she woke me up with oral. Her hair was wet. She had helped herself to my shower, which must have been cold because nobody turned on the water heater. Good oral. Then she got on top and rode it until she completed the unfinished business from the night before. She laid next to me and asked for my hand, which she wanted to kiss. I put my hand up to her face and she licked and sucked and kissed each of my fingers for at least five minutes. Then she turned me over and gave me a great half-hour massage for 30 minutes. Then she left.

Type 1 Brichera

The Type 1 brichera is the stereotype that’s out for financial gain or social climbing.  They can be found around Calle de las Pizzas in Miraflores, Lima and in Cusco. I’m sure they exist in Arequipa, but nothing like Lima. See Urban Dictionary’s definition of brichera. I wrote the top definition last year, but the second definition is an over-the-top explanation of a Type 1 brichera.

Although Cusco is known for bricheras, I didn’t meet any. Pizza Street in Lima is an aisle of bars and restaurants across the street from Kennedy Park. Walking this gauntlet my brother and I were solicited by each and every establishment to come eat and drink. After passing through once we hadn’t chosen a bar. Then two women approached us. One was black, overweight, with blond hair extensions down to her waist. The other was light brown, cute enough, and slim. They asked where we were from and made small talk. They talked forever. I was uncomfortable. I excused ourselves for a bar. There are prostitutes that work Pizza Street (we met some) but these two didn’t offer ‘massages’. So I assume them to be Type 1 bricheras.

We bought a couple beers at the grocery store and drank them on a bench in Kennedy Park. Two Peruvian cuties passed us. They stopped at the next bench, despite a couple occupying that bench. They waited for them to leave so they could sit there.

I greeted the girls on the way to the grocery store for another round of beer. I asked which bar on Pizza Street was cool. One said she knows a place and we could all go together. I was creeped out by the ease. I said my brother and I had to go to the store first but we could meet them there. The same one said they’d go with us to the store. The other brichera picked up my vibe that they shouldn’t come and said something to her friend. I said we’d meet them back at this bench. I lied.

We went to Bartini in Larcomar where I hoped to meet clean, rich women. We immediately got eye-fucked by hot Peruvian women upon entering. One group was so obvious I waved at them. All three heads simultaneously snapped back towards each other as if they weren’t looking. Another group danced their way over to us. One kept bumping into me while another struck up a conversation with my brother in English. I assumed these to be Type 1 bricheras because the hottest one in the group, a stunner in a white miniskirt, had a gringo on her arm. He was the biggest nerd I’ve seen in Peru. This couple made no sense. He wasn’t ugly, but nerdy and awkward.

Type 2 Brichera

I realized there were different kinds after meeting a tall, beautiful brichera with a different story. The friend who introduced us told me she only dates gringos. Every boyfriend she’s ever had was a gringo. I made out with her at Deja Vu. Later she invited me to a party at her house. Her house was huge and extravagant, one of the nicest I’ve seen in Peru. Her family’s upper-crust rich. So why would she be chasing money?

To understand Type 2 I have to explain what I’ve learned about racial issues in Peru.

Peruvian national identity is a product of two races: the indigenous people of the region (Incas) and the Europeans who colonized them (Spanish). The whiter Peruvians still control most wealth and power. The darker, indigenous Peruvians are poorer and less-educated. The upper classes dismiss lower class Peruvians as cholos or peasants.  Most Peruvians (and all of South America) associate themselves with the European side of their ancestry. The US and Western Europe are the richer, more developed countries in the world. Peruvians like to believe they have more of that in them than the people who built Machu Picchu.

If you ever want to piss off your Latin girlfriend, call her your “indiacita.” I’ve done it with every girl to date

The whole world watches Brad Pitt, Tom Cruise, or Pamela Anderson and Jennifer Aniston in American movies. Studies into attitudes toward beauty show people around the world prefer European, whiter looks. There’s a white Peruvian girl I know – so white she doesn’t have an Inca in all her lineage. All the Peruvian guys think she’s the hottest in town. NOT ME. In fact, she’d be average in the States. But their subconscious desire for white looks trick their mind.

The Type 2′s identify with or aspire to be a part of white culture and reject indigenous culture. While their skin might be a mix of the two, they believe they’re more white. And so they date gringos like the tall, beautiful, rich brichera I knew.

Conclusion

These two types sum up brichera motivations. Surely there are hybrids, but most fall into these two categories. Type 2′s seem better bets for relationships, but Type 1′s would be good for sex if hard up.

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