Man I Think I'm in Love

Tehehe, not to worry, I am not actually love. But I think an update on my relations with the lovely Mexican boys here is LONG overdue. Oh, where to begin?

(PS: It will be interesting to see if once I write this if I will actually post it for all to see . . . )

Oh my god, oh my god. Really. Where to begin? Okay--first let me proceed with straight facts. All of us American girls learned Day 1 here that somehow the majority of men in Mexico are born with these incredible genetics, remarkable in fact, that allow them to whistle extremely loudly and obnoxiously at any American woman they see. This includes when they are driving by at speeds of up to 80mph on the highway and their whistles still make it to our ears & when they are driving the roads around town, and they hold up traffic so they can stop, stare, and of course whistle. Also all the creepers seem to know the English words and phrases: "Marry me?", "I have a ring", "Beautiful", etc. It's amazing really.

But those are the creepers. Oh, those are also the guys in clubs who feel the need to approach and talk to you--but usually we just go with it because no matter how creepy guys are in clubs, you get free drinks (from the bar, not them, don't worry), and then you never talk to them again!

So then there are the actual Mexican gentlemen that I have met in my time here. The first--Carlos & Felipe a bunch of us met our first Friday night in Queretaro at one of our now favorite clubs, La Mulata. Carlos's grandmother hosts students from UO for our program, and he spotted us group of Americans very easily in La Mulata in our own private elevated booth with personal bouncer and waiter . . yeah, epitome of my life in Mexico. Anyways from then on Carlos and Felipe have become friends with almost everyone in the program, and they are just terrific guys. Always willing to help us with questions and confusion, go out, show us cool places etc. One night I was using the internet at the Centro, and was about to leave with Felipe started chatting with me on Facebook. It was about 10:00, I was about to leave and just walk back to my house. It was a Sunday evening and the streets were busy, I wasn't worried at all. And Felipe was exhausted because he had just been in Mexico City for the weekend and hadn't slept, but he insisted he come get me and drive me home. They are the best.

Then there are the guys who I have met in stores, restaurants, and around the centro. My cell phone is filled with these guys numbers lol, but usually we just hang out once for fun and theen I don't return calls :) I mean I'm just having fun, just like all of the other girls here. We all do it. And it's really nice to go out with guys because they treat you like princesses :) Pay for everythiiing, open doors--the whole shebang. Oh and it's totally normal for a boy to ask you, after mmm an hour or so, to be his girlfriend. Totally normal to say yes too lol.

On my birthday at La Mulata I met a guy named Guillermo . . . we hung out for about a week, I won't go into details because that is kinda another story. But according to his Facebook we were dating? hahahah, good to know I guess. He actually never officially asked.

Anywho, so then there are "The Starbucks Boys" who are like actually my favorite. Lee Anne met them I believe the first week here when her and some other students discovered this mall which I am sitting in right now. One worker, Lalo, took a liking to her and they exchanged numbers, but sadly no one, including her, hung out with them outside of Starbucks until after our classes were over. The first time I came to the mall and Starbucsk I met Lalo, Elyo, and Alex, and the other workers too. They were really cool guys, and during the 6 weeks of classes when ever I came to mall, I would stop in to talk with them ( and after the first few times I started receiving free Starbucks too :) ). But it was really nothing more than chatting with them while they were at work.

Then the Friday we finished classes, we have what I like to call "Day One" of my love story with a certain boy from Starbucks.

tba. . . <3