Dating Daze

So I apologize for not explaining earlier why Brazil surpassed Germany as my new favorite country. That was a little mean, I’ll admit it. I definitely left you hanging. One Dating Daze reader even accused me of being ’sans amour’. The other reader hasn’t said anything yet though, so I feel okay about it. You can’t please everybody you know.

Here are the reasons why BRAZIL > germany:

1. I encountered 2 Brazilians in one week. Yes 2. 2 separate, but equally beautiful in their own right Brazilians during my own
personal Carnaval. Brazilian men were coming out of the woodworks. Who wouldn’t change their vote? I should find out how to do that officially too. Change votes I mean. I bet Jeb Bush could give me some pointers from when he had that little “Florida problem”.

2. I just re-saw a German guy at Trader Joe’s that I met in a bar a month ago and had to re-live our long boring bar conversation in my mind. Thankfully, I wasn’t as ‘gussied up’ as I had been that first time, and he looked me dead in the face without recognizing me. Fine by me. I even consider it a ‘blessing in the skies’, as my Mexican boyfriend used to think the saying ‘blessing in disguise’ went. Which I though was cute at first, but then when things were going downhill I was the first person to point out the mistake. “You don’t even know what you’re talking about! It’s ‘in disguise’, not ‘in the skies’!!!!!!!!!!! Get it straight.”

3. When you think of Brazil, you think of beautiful tanned men running around playing soccer all day. Or at least that’s what I think of. I imagine that even the bad-looking Brazilians look pretty good. ‘Not bad meaning bad but bad meaning good!’, to use a RunDMC-ism. But when you think of Germany? Not so much.

4. In Brazil they love to kiss. And in Germany they love to be boring and have long torturous bar coversations where they complain about how Americans don’t know how to make drinks properly. (There, there. Stop thinking about it Cherie, it’s over, it’s over.) I met one of the Brazilians at the Sky Bar, where I learned this fascinating cultural fact about Brazil and kissing first-hand. The Sky Bar Brazilian told me that kissing is huge in Brazil, but that here in America girls will sleep with you before they’ll genuinely kiss you. So me not wanting to be that stereotypical culturally insensitive American, I went ahead and kissed him. I did it for my country. The red white and the blue. You’re welcome. It was my pleasure to serve the US and A in that respect.

5. I met the other Brazilian guy in my yoga class. That’s 50 bonus points right there. There was a substitute teacher that night and I was going to leave, but then he set up his mat right in front of me and I had to stay. He was BEAUTIFUL. My jaw dropped. 6′4″. Dark Skin. Light Green Eyes. Doing Yoga. I know, I know, looks are only skin deep. But still. How happy would I be if my man just happened to be a beautiful Brazilian 6′4″ dark-skinded light green eyed yoga man? I would be introducing him to complete strangers with a huge smile on my face. “Hi, I’m Cherie Amour, and THIS IS MY BOYFRIEND!!!!!” He accidentally touched me during the class, and then when we were walking to our cars afterward he apologized profusely in a beautiful Portuguese accent. Not in a guttural German talking way.

So you see, there’s really no comparison. Brazil wins every time. Hands down. Like Celia Cruz said, “Life is a Carnaval”. Celia did make mistakes every now and then, like when he she said “my English is not very good looking”, but let’s think she’s correct this time. Let’s be positive. Because we all know about The Power of Positive Thinking“.

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