Saturday, August 1, 2015

Is there hope for the modern American woman... I don't think so...

A few months ago I walked over to the Barnes & Nobles book store near my neighborhood on the west side of El Paso - I can’t remember now what I was looking for because I had let myself get so upset that I left... when I had reached the parking lot I noticed a woman in her thirties wearing a very tight purple dress that showed off  her body - she was very fit, she had shoulder length red hair and very white skin... almost perfect except for her age... which was noticeable in her face... by the time I reached the side walk in front of the store she was now a few steps behind me  - I really had no interest in chatting her up so I walked on... when I got to the entrance there were two elderly ladies in the foyer looking at the books on display there... they both turned to me startled - and I held the door open for them - they said nothing... these women that I am guessing were in their late sixties or seventies... looked at me as if I was about to rape them... I smiled as I paused - but felt awkward - holding the door for them... they said nothing - we’re not leaving just yet, no thank you, how kind-but no... nothing... just looked at me like I owed them an apology... I turned to look at the red-head now about five steps away and walked in. Once you enter the foyer it is five steps to get to the next door - and through the reflection I see the red head woman hold the door open, the old women were still standing in the same place as I walked around them... and I hear them say to “red” - oh thank you... how very sweet... I let out a chuckle and turn to look behind me - and they are all giving me a strange look - red-head looked at me like I should be ashamed of myself or something... I know she saw me pause to hold the door open... I stood there for a while... fuck it... I entered and made my way to the Spanish section but turned around and left...

A couple of days ago I walked down to the post office to drop off my bills... walking out, there was a woman carrying boxes and had her arms  full, she was about eight feet away from the door - I held  it open for her and stepped to the side to give her more room - she gave me an irritated smile and thanked me in a sarcastic way... she made me feel like  she was going out of her way to say thank you... but really there was no trace of gratitude or kindness in her voice or demeanor... and as she entered the building she actually rolled her eyes at me and passed  by with a grunting sigh... I wanted nothing more than to punch that bitch in the back of the head... as this brought back the memory of the Barnes & Nobles incident...

Irritated and drained of all positive energy I got on a bus and headed for the border and crossed over to Juarez to lock myself up for a couple of days - I needed  to pick up an old lap-top anyway because my others needed to be cleaned out and restored... before I went to my place I stopped by a drugstore  to get some supplements, walking to the door there was an old lady with a cane in front - I asked if she was going into the drugstore and she said she was. I held the door open for her and held my hand out for her... she takes it with a smile and slowly walks in... she tells me that her daughter is parking the car and will join her shortly - I tell her I will wait with her until her daughter arrives... she tell me how kind and handsome I am and that gentlemen like me are getting harder to find... the demons in me quiet down... we make small talk about the rain and she tells me it is really pouring further south... her daughter enters - a very attractive woman in her thirties... dressed like Caterina Murino in ‘Zen’... and I am a sucker for that sort of look... the daughter thanks me and comments on my looks and breeding - just as her mother did and flirts a little with me... we walk in together and go our separate ways with well-wishes and polite smiles... the demons sulk away... in despair...

Just a couple of block away from the drugstore I ran into a young woman I had met just a couple of times - a friend of a friend of a girl I once dated and had not seen this lady in about close to a year... we chatted there on the side walk  - I mostly just asked about her and let her do all the talking - just keep asking questions and avoid talking about my ex... I invited her to join me for a cup of coffee and perhaps some dinner... she informs me that she and her room mates are preparing dinner at home - she shares a house with two other girls - and that she had only stepped out to get some seasoning and vegetables... and would I please join them for dinner... I accept... she calls her mates on her cell and we walk to her place which was just a few more blocks from where we met...

The two others greeted us at the door... with smiles and genuine cheerfulness... the one I was with works for a doctor and the other two both work at the same clinic while finishing their nursing school... they were waiting for the oldest one to get back from the store - the one I was with  - Maribel... before they started cooking - chicken enchiladas with chile verde and topped with a cream of chicken broth served with a Mexican rice with vegetables - carrots, corn, celery and cilantro... guacamole and beans... and a very spicy salsa! - as I had to wait for dinner to get cooked I sat in their little living room and they took turns coming in to talk with me - they had all heard of me and new me mostly by reputation... what ever that was exactly I was not quite sure... I never asked one of them to define it... Fernanda - the youngest, at 20, made no disguise of her flirting with me - they all flirted with me separately and together - made sure that I did not run out of cold beer and tried hard to understand just exactly what I mean by I find people with money to invest in specific businesses and introduce them with the people that need their money... that’s a business - she asked... like that guy in the movie... no, not like that guy...  Sandy the other room mate is elegant and motherly... she is the more serious of the three but seems rather shy and insecure with me... but it did not stop her from batting her eyes at me as well...

Sitting down to enjoy this wonderful meal that women I do not even know prepared and shared with me made me feel more than grateful and I simply had to humble myself before them for lack of being able to express my feelings... they picked up on this and only made me more endearing in their eyes as they had heard - from others... that I was nothing more than a reckless womanizer - which is not far from the truth...  I explained the events that led me to my trip into Juarez that evening and they were shocked... Maribel stated that it was bad enough they lived in a border town and that the women were too influenced by the North... she just couldn’t handle crossing to El Paso anymore that she stopped going... Sandy pretty much said the same thing - she no longer goes over to visit family and friends... and does not understand the attitude of the women and commented on the men not knowing how to act and behave with women... I let them know that I was having a pleasant evening with them and how very long it has been since I enjoyed such pleasurable company... when the topic of my status as a single man came up - I explained that I was looking to settle down - well, that just turned up the level of the flirting and they each upped their feminine game... by about fifty percent... Fernanda asked what I was looking for in a woman and I responded without thinking - a woman that is not crazy at this point... and they all laughed... Sandy said - good luck...

Earlier today I tried to get in touch with each one individually to thank them for their kindness and their delicious meal... I had to leave a message on the voice mail for Maribel and Fernanda, but got to talk with Sandra... I am taking her out tonight... but asked her to let the others know that I want to take them all out for a night on the town... for a man my age to be seen with three attractive young ladies that are not his daughters can only help my social status and reputation... I know what I am doing...

The demons howl in defeat...

5 comments:

Henry To-You said...

Ah this one brought a big grin to my face! Time to move to Mexico, I think. I read Fred Reed's column most weeks, and he too extols the virtues of the Mexican maiden. I've been keeping up with your writing, Victor, although I've not had a lot of spare internet time. I've got 4 lambs lined up to arrive the week after next, so I've been laying out pasture with electric fence, and building a pallet shed for them. They should be ready for eating come January. I'll write up a blog post and share some pictures with it as soon as the work is done.

Good to see you're doing well, Victor.

dash deringer said...

I haven’t been to Fred Reed’s site in a while - almost forgot about him. You can learn all you ever need to know about Americans from Fred... and everything he has written about Mexico and Latin America has so far been honest and correct from my opinion... and yes, even the women... now every country of course has it’s sluts and whores and their crazy ones... but you can not go too wrong with a Mexican girl... it is just a question of finding the right one... and Mexico has them in various shades of brown if it is your taste and of course we are a people that are partly of European descent... a middle class girl will have education, breeding, culture, religion, tradition and be family oriented... that is why I put them high on my list...

I had a fun time last night with Sandy - we went to some little restaurant for milanesa - a breaded meat fillet (steak) and chile rellenos... there was a duo performing, a guy on keyboard and one on guitar... nice atmosphere and good music - she picked it and then after we went to a place that had a salsa band playing - they did a bunch of stuff from the seventies and eighties mostly but they were pretty good - can’t remember the name of the place - someone at the restaurant told me about it so we checked it out, we danced all night until closing time - I have not danced in over ten years - not that I can’t... I just haven’t... then a cup of coffee with some dessert... and the night came to a close... yes, we kissed - I just leaned in and kissed her - but she made it clear that she was not going to play games with me if my intentions were to date every girl in the house...

I can’t wait for your next post - looking forward to it... are you getting the cow as well?

Simon said...

The other way, the way that I went is Eastern Europe. I'm settled down now after a long time of being a rogue with a lovely traditional Catholic Polish girl.

I'm glad I waited and travelled around like I did. The differences between English/American girls and Eastern Europeans is startling. Normally the first words out of an English/American girl's mouth is asking about what I do for a living, a thinly-disguised way of asking how much money I make.

The girl I've settled down with now has no idea how much I earn and has not once even seemed interested. She's careful with money and doesn't come to me for it. She has a figure like a 70s movie actress, cooks, cleans, never complains about anything and laughs at all my jokes. She makes all the English and American girls I dated seem like amateurs.

dash deringer said...

"what do you do for a living" is a question that comes up in the first couple of minutes when you first meet a women in America... sad that that is what you are going to judge a man... instead of the wealth of his character...

That girl of yours sounds lovely, Simon... can one still find a traditional Catholic Polish girl like that... In Chicago we had a couple of Polish girls that worked in some of our restaurants... one of them tried to teach me Polksa - I still have that little notebook I wrote everything down in in a box somewhere... just when I had enough for a simple conversation she had to go back home... I remember the day she walked in and I greeted her in polish and she responded with this big smile... and went on about something in Polish that I did not understand... when she realized I had no idea what she was talking about she just laughed... she said that by now I should be fluent... those girls were not only the nicest looking girls I knew back then (in an all natural way) but they were also the kindest by far... Polish girls are going on the list... if I can still find one like you describe here... I have never been with an Asian girl, Latin American (from down South) or a European who ever asked me how much money I make... that is strange...

deborahann15 said...

I don't know . . . where I live everyone--men and women--seem polite. Maybe I just see the glass as half full. Men get doors for me all of the time. I always thank them and I try to make eye contact when I do because that says "I really mean it." I especially appreciate it when they wait a few moments for me to approach the door---I call that going the extra mile. Black men, white men---courtesy has no color. And, I thank them equally. Yep, I'm a white lady in Mississippi and I graciously thank black men who are polite to me and many of them are. I look them in the eye too. And people think we're just a bunch of racists down here.