She was 23 when I was 38. She was pretty as a picture, black hair,
black eyes, and dark skin. She didn't speak but a couple of words of English, and we communicated by pointing to words in a translation dictionary. That was cool because nobody was in a hurry. You know that to tell an entire sentence, you only need one or two words picked out of the dictionary.
For me it was exciting. She was more than exciting, she was exotic. Lovely, she could turn a sow's ear into a silk purse. I mean, she would take rags and come out looking like a million bucks. It amazed me how she could look so good with so little. She was poor beyond belief. No food sometimes. The father had left her with her mother many years ago. Her brother was pretty high up in the military, and when we visited him there was plenty of food, but you know that at home times could be tough if the brother didnt bring home the bacon.
Of course she was a virgin. Of course there is no sex before marriage in correct families in Brazil. Dont even think about it because it is against family and against God. And she didnt even think about it, until I came along. She was so passionate that just touching her aroused her. The problem was that she would not allow me to touch her unless her mother, or other sort of chaperone was present in the room watching to make sure the rules were not broken. At times it got kinky. We would usually watch TV at night, waiting patiently for her mother to fall asleep, and the mother had some sort of alergy, and we could hear her breathing, which was different when she fell asleep, so it was easy to know when she slept. As soon as we heard that she was sleeping, we sort of got crazy. Of course I was 38 many years ago, but do you really think that life has changed so much in Brazil? Do you really think that there are no virgins in Brazil? Silly you!
Especially with the advent of new diseases that defy miracle drugs like antibiotics, traditional values rule, and even though the girl you meet may come across as something other than family and tradition, her family will always have traditional values, and I know what I am talking about. I wanted to tell you about the women in Brazil, but trying that would be folly, and impossible, due to lack of interest from this list. Instead I will tell you that the women in Brazil are more conservative than you can understand.
During Carnaval some get crazy. They dance naked and have
sex, but you all need to realize that Carnaval is a big part of the
religion, and not how they are after fat Tuesday. The rest of the year the women are not like during Carnaval. Many do not like Carnaval, do not take part, and shun the craziness. I would go so far as to compare "Burning Man" in Nevada, to Carnival. I have been to Carnaval, but have only seen the Nevada version on TV.
Brazil has more Catholics than any other country. There is no sex
before marriage in that religion, nor in any major religion today. Btw, Carnaval is much older than Christianity. Oh sure, you can find people who are "experienced", if you search for them, but they are outlaws among their families, and commonly hide there adventures from their parents. Birth control pills can be bought without a prescription in Brazil, prostitution is legal, and slavery can be found if you are really into that sort of thing. Why are you into that sort of thing? What is wrong with you if you seek out such? Get a life, get out of town, drop dead, get real, I am
not referring to anybody on this list, OK? I am trying to say that
whatever it is that you are seeking, you can find it if you look enough. Are you looking for virgins in Brazil? They are there, and to the guy who said there are none, the joke is on you, dude.
Finally, in my opinion, when you fall in love, there is no past.
Whether you or he or she had sex before has nothing to do with the now, the relationship, the love you both share, the life you have decided to create together as one entity, the we, the us, the new look that you have when you see the world with eyes that you share with the one you love. Loving makes the slate clean again, and what you write upon it is written with the chalk that is held in two hands, moving together with a single purpose and determination.
Thanks, hope I could be of some help.
Big B
