A word on why I like Mexico: not only are the women willing to talk to me, they actually pursue me with the same boldness that I've had to learn in order to talk to girls in the states. Imagine! Now it may help that I'm a white American (two obsessions of modern Mexican culture), but it's still crazy to see women so unabashedly flirtatious in general. Meanwhile, forty-plus years after our supposed sexual revolution, women in the states still have to play the coy flower when courting men or risk looking "slutty." I'll get to the point.
Two days ago I was in a cafe with Paulina's sister Sonya, and her friend Andrea, when a group of ludicrously attractive women were suddenly upon us (or upon me, to be specific), each one taking the time to caress me in some way as they passed. One of them even asked Sonya if she could "buy me" off of her. I reluctantly declined, of course - Paulina already owns me.
Like I told Sonya and Andrea, this kind of shit just doesn't happen in the US (at least not to me, anyway). Back home, there's always this transparent game of back-and-forth posturing, double talk, and silly formalities that get in the way. In Mexico, finding out where you stand with the opposite sex is as easy as smiling and seeing if he/she smiles back. Simple.
Anyway, I'm leaving early tomorrow for Morelia, which is a crying shame because I'm going to miss a concert featuring Kamikaze Fever, a totally awesome indie-rock band that Paulina went to school with. Casey, Ryan and I jammed with them last time I was here, but I've never caught them live and they sound like some dream-combination of Gang of Four and the Shins. Abel, their dapper bass player, even has "Loveless" (my favorite album ever) scrawled on the back of his Japanese-Rising-Sun bass guitar. How cool is that? Above is them performing "Ready Set Go" (co-written by Casey, way back when) and below you can check out the sweet self-produced video for their ironically-titled jam, "The Beatless":
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