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In a land called Paradise,
your Passion awaits!(Chapter
1)
To the south of the U.S. border resides
a group of other countries. Generally speaking, they have been less financially successful
as ours in the north have been. Non-English speaking, the first glaring contrast noticed
might be the softer, romantic language of Spanish, mostly spoken here.
Notwithstanding the men, the women are raised differently here, wired uniquely and
oriented in unfamiliar ways to those who grew up in more northerly regions. There is
something for us to consider when we wander down to these places, though, and it will
serve to elevate our interest more than just a little.
They represent many geographic locations. While there are many internal differences within
each of them, they are the lands of Mexico, the Caribbean Islands and Central and South
America. If you ask me, however, they equal just one place: Paradise>.
The people of these cultures don’t have the same way of seeing life
that their counterparts in the north possess. As for the women here, they are accessible,
available, and well, I think that you’d be incredibly surprised at just how often
they will turn and take a look at you down here, as you stroll that happy self of yours
down the street.
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Far from passion: Anywhere but Paradise (Chapter 2)
In these modern
times of political correctness and fashionable acceptance, books such as these are not
very smiled upon. We are in high tide times of total equality between the sexes, no matter
how much it goes against our inner nature as a man to be and do so..
This book is much to do about you - no one else - certainly not ! I suggest
right off the cuff that you don’t show it to the women in your life. They will unduly
persecute you for having it, and also ridicule my (good?) name for writing it. So, in
manner of speaking, this makes it a “top secret book,” and the words here are
intended to be between just us guys.
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What us guys are really like, and
truly want <(Chapter 4)
What are we
like? What do we want? If I knew that, I would write a damned book! I know that our
history and heritage is that we have always enjoyed spreading the proverbial seed around
some, and that’s in fact how this young, upstart species of ours has survived.
You’ve heard it say that a monkey can drive a car better than some guys? Well, there
are also couples that are more faithful to each other than we are. Some are true to the
very end, and even serial monogamy isn’t in their vocabulary!
Hell, my own, a very virtuous and puritanical man, six years after mom died
up and got remarried. This is serial monogamy, no matter how you slice it.
My point is that we’re monogamous beings. We made it this far in our
human history because of a basic drive to spread that fresh, new seed around. We needed to
be heroes. We needed to leave bits and traces of our existence behind - to create legacies
and blaze trails.
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You're a kid here; this is a candy
store (Chapter 6)
Down here, when you get yourself set to
walk into world, prepare to be tampering with Father Time himself. I will even fearlessly
venture to say that if you are a man in your forties, then you may feel like you’ve
gone back into to your twenties, or teens, or even younger. Now I don’t know about
you, but when I was a kid, there was nothing…and I meaning nothing…better than a
candy store.
Remember when you were a kid in a candy store?
In fact, you can be in your sixties, and yet the twenties or thirties might
just flash up on the screen of your life all over again. At whatever your age, you will be
reeling back the spool of time. It can be (and in fact it is often described as such) as a
fountain of youth here.
Remember that Juan Ponce de Leon fellow? He was the cat from history that
searched for the mythical Fountain of Youth somewhere in Florida about five hundred years
ago. I think the Indians killed him before Mr. De Leon could ever find it.
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Lots of yummy candy in the candy store
(Chapter 7)
One of the most beautiful women I have
ever known is Laura. She is from Colombia. The lovely Laura (pronounced something like
Lau-da) is 24, and as sexy and lovely as you can ever imagine a woman to be.
A slick guy from Canada eventually won “the lottery” for her heart. Those lucky
Canadians! When you would see the two of them together, you would say that he really did a
fine job of getting her. They are both quite happy, and I wish them well, since she is a
truly wonderful human being.
But I could imagine he could have faired so well in Toronto...
Remember the old classic Eagles song, “Lying Eyes?” The girl in that song was
pretty much stuck with some rich old fart, but she continued to maintain a young stud
across town. This sap would patiently wait for her over there in the low end, and they
would get together whenever and however they could. Recall it now?
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What the women are like (Chapter 8)
Well, some of those sorry idiots I hang
out with at breakfast don’t really know anything about anything! I mean, damn!
They’ve lived long enough down here to really know the score by now, yet all I hear
are their narrowed viewpoints and mythologies about women.
So just what are all of these Latin ladies like? Well, that’s a good one for you. If
I have to say it in a word, I’ll go with fantastic. Two words? Absolutely great!
Three? You get the idea. You’re going to love them! That’s five words, each
loaded with truth.
The women are of course different (from place to place), and they are special, and very
unique as well. Just how are they different? Well, for one, they generally come with
lighter bags and suitcases, and the compartments to those bags are far less complex. What
that might mean is that they are not so complicated and confused by living for years with
more choices than they can effectively manage, while going about the hopeless task of
trying to be more than they can be.
The women are most definitely simpler here. That hardly translates into being less
intense, or passionate; it’s just that they are, on the whole, not as issue-laden,
and convoluted. This can work out well for us as we are trying to just have fun, and
engage in meaningful social intercourse.
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Do you honestly know what you really
want? (Chapter 12)
Are you looking for a wife? Are you
seeking out a girlfriend? Are you just hoping to get laid this Thursday night? Do you even
know what the hell you are looking for?
I would say that the vast majority of men who come here have no real, or even general,
idea. And that, my fine friend, is never a good thing.
You have to sort of know what you want, and well before you get here if possible. You
should take some time to carefully think about that. And with such contemplation, it is
more likely than not that it will materialize (what we think about becomes what we are).
So, if you don’t have any idea, I suggest you get busy getting some ideas, and then
build upon them.
On the other hand, if you do have some good ideas, refine them, and fine-tune them. While
it may seem obvious that we all know what we want, I have to wonder how a guy can marry
five times before coming to the “revelation” that it was not marriage that he
was wanting after all!
Duh!
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The hunters and the hunted (Chapter 13)
We’re going to get really manly
now. So if you are puny-spirited, or something of a pussy, you might want to go read this
month’s Decorating Homes magazine instead.
Historically, of course, everyone knows that we men have emerged from fine, legendary
lines of hunters. We evolved from thousands of years of it, so I ask you, how are we not
going to be out hunting in these gloriously civilized times of ours?
Back in our Golden Days we used to ride them bareback (without condoms), and we
didn’t give a rats ass if anybody spotted us mounting one them, collie dog-style, out
there in the middle of a barren field. We pissed, crapped, poked and bonked out there, and
we gloried the hell in it..
Damn I miss those days…even though I wasn’t even there when we were up to such
stuff! But my relatives were, and that’s my whole point! They’re in my cells!
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Feast? Or famine? (Chapter 17)
So now we have all signed resolutions
that we are not going to be distracted by any of the other vices. It’s women we want,
right? So what else should we consider?
Think about this case study for a minute: Terry is one fantastic guy. He is intelligent,
personable, handsome, athletic, a professional tennis pro, and divides his time between
his home in upper Manhattan and one or two locations in Latin America. Recently he got
back into town for a visit. It had been six weeks since the last time we had seen him.
I talked to him as he came into the side door of one of our favorite downtown leisure
spots. Terry was ecstatic.
“Get this John, I didn’t get laid once in the whole six weeks of being back in
New York,” he said.
“Six weeks!” I replied, in shock, “how does a person as cool as you go an
entire six weeks without some fun and play?"
“I don’t know. I did it, but yup, I’ve been back for twelve hours and
I’ve had sex with three women already! Damn, what a place!”
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Caution ahead: These angels tell lies
(Chapter 22)
They sure look wonderful. You especially can’t believe it when you
first get down here; women are everywhere, on all sides of you, and you simply are not
accustomed to it. It’s eye candy in the four directions of the winds. When you go to
bars, clubs and other places where Latin women gather, you will surely get caught up in
the “kid in the candy store” syndrome I was talking about earlier. At least this
is what happens, in one form or another, to just about everyone else I know. There is no
real reason to believe that your coming down here would prove to be any exception to that.
Beware, though. For these angels are not as innately good as the ones floating up there
with harps in the heavens of the Almighty One. These lovelies tell far more than their
fair share of lies! They don’t shoot straight. In fact, you never know what to
believe sometimes; just like we gringos (and cousin too!) have a propensity to lie, brag
and exaggerate, the Latina’s tend towards their version of it. It seems to be a thing
that is sort of built right into their culture.
It might just take you a while to sort out the truth from the lies, because first of all,
you are duly inclined to believe everything they say. You don’t wish to think that
this woman, so perfect in so many ways, could have a side to her like that. In addition,
it is not natural for us to question strangers, especially when they are in lovely short
skirts, showing their ass parts off so picturesquely. You want to take them at face value,
and when the gig is finally up, and you start seeing through some of the facades
they’ve built, it won’t be a pleasant thing to accept.
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Money for Love (Chapter 30)
Two guys bonding:
“What word comes to mind as we are talking about therapy?”
“Pleasure?"
“Well, of course.”
“Okay…word association; how about that word: pleasure? What word then would
follow?"
“Fun.”
“Fun?"
“Dammit, dummy! I am talking about money! Therapy costs money!"
So do many of the forms of pleasure. When we talk about this thing, then we definitely
have to talk that dinero (dollars) thing!
I recently watched a horny couple doing a standing hug in a well-known
“love-for-rent” bar in the city where I live. They were locked, quite
unashamedly, in the profoundest of embraces. Suddenly I noticed that her hand had glided
down over the billfold area of his blue jeans back pocket. Then I observed that his hairy
hand was becoming securely fastened around her lovely round ass…
Where was my camera!
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Selling tacos or selling love (Chapter 31)
The exact place in which I live down
here is not very different from many other places in the lands of these Latina women.
Money is always tight. Stress in life is common. If they are lucky, and are blessed with a
have a face and/or body that is even moderately attractive, they have more options
(occupationally speaking) than just what folding tacos for thirty or forty bucks a week
(which is a minimum wage gig for many countries here) would provide.
The babes often have families to support, and in many cases they are toting the entire
bill for parents, kids, siblings and maybe even other friends and relatives.
But if the chick is hot enough, she could easily rake down ten times the taco rate, and do
it in half the time or less. How can a typical Capitalist open his mouth and bitch at her
about that? How can he, in his right mind, and when he considers the opportunities that
surrounded him as he made his cache of cash from wherever he came from, criticize a woman
who wants to get ahead in about the only way she often has to really, really do it?
As it pertains to this matter, there’s a blue ton of righteous indignation always
swirling around it. Frankly, it peeves me to hear these women so often being harshly
judged. The hard fact of the matter is that, as we are lying with them, we are also
sitting in judgment on them too! How is it that we should be able to determine their
issues of personal right and wrong? Who died and left us with the crown of the kingdom?
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Beware! Marry one, marry many!
(Chapter 33)
Okay. We’ve got in plenty of talk
about that one particular style of living (having paid pros give you therapy), so now how
about I talk some more to you’s guys (i.e. Brooklyn slang) who are talking about
settling down with one of these dolls!
Equal time…right?
There is a somewhat weird phenomenon that exists down here as it comes to getting really
close to a woman. You may reach a place where you intend to marry one of these lovelies.
When I use the word “marry” here, I mean actually marry,marry, or just sort of
play house.
Remember that the cultures in Latinlandia are youthful. They have more babies than do
frozen tundra lands lying more northerly, and the populations are perhaps on average of
ten or twelve years younger than what you are used to seeing there.
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The courage to make a change (Chapter 38)
I’ve had fun sharing this stuff
with you. I hope you have learned a lot.
What I would like to offer to you now is the understanding that I know it is never easy to
change the way we live. We tend towards falling into patterns, and then striving to stay
in them. They can be hard to break.
Many of us are under the illusion that we are so blessed in the culture that we live in,
why would we ever want to leave and go anywhere else? That’s fine; this means there
is more “food on the table” for my horny buddies and me.
But really we don’t want that; we find joy in sharing! Not to mention the
male-bonding part that comes along with it!
In the U.S. only eight (8) percent of all of the citizenry currently even has a passport
to travel out of the country. I don’t know about Canada, but I suspect that the
percentage is no better than that.
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