Marcos, many times, told me about how Brazilian women are notorious for their extreme jealousy. But, it always seemed his tales were a bit far-fetched, turning these women into some sort of urban-legend-uber-possessive-divas. Now I see he was understating it.
After months of being here, I have gotten to know quite a few women…young, old, related to Marcos, neighbors, chicks at the gym. And I have witnessed – first hand – the beast that lies behind their eyes. These women – ALL OF THEM – including women who have been married for 2 decades and have three children with the same partner, lesbian couples, newlyweds (of course), the gays – spend an inordinate amount of time trying to stop their husbands from looking at, thinking about, talking to or, god forbid, working with any other female. Yes, folks…that does include cousins, distant or otherwise, which kind of makes me feel weird inside.
And, it is a HUGE fight if the husband wants to go by himself ANYWHERE…and he can forget about the beach. Forget it. Or, if he wants to go badly enough he will no doubt spend the afternoon being yelled out for noticing a nice butt while he desperately tries to keep his eyes trained on the sand beneath his feet. They might as well put a blindfold over the guy’s eyes and leave him in the trunk. That HAS to be more enjoyable then the constant, CONSTANT nagging comments and death ray glares.
The ironic thing is these women – ALL OF THEM – including those same women who have been married for 3 decades and have three children with the same partner, lesbian couples, newlyweds (of course), the gays – dress to be noticed. They prance around in barely-there skin tight clothing telling each other how sexy they are and encouraging each other to wear even less, pull it up even shorter, make it a little tighter. Who do they think is going to look at them?
And, let me tell you it must be an uphill battle for these ladies because they live in a country – an ENTIRE COUNTRY – filled with half-naked beautiful women. Me? I'm busy on focusing on more important survival -related things like where is there cold water or do you think that restaurant will have air-conditioning? If I catch Marcos looking at the buffet of tits & ass on display everywhere, I’m more inclined to look right along with him – of course to see where all those hot chicks purchased their cold drinks.
God WOMEN it is three thousand degrees here. How do you have the energy?