Yesterday, over drinks with new friends, I was telling the story of a close friend who went on a ‘boy’s trip’ to Brazil. The highlight of his story (which I’ll admit I was retelling with a lot of glee) was of the ‘clubs’ in Rio that, for all intents and purposes, are brothels. Guys pay approximately $100 at the door for access to the women you can manage to pull inside. The second floor and above is adorned with rooms for your convenience. You enter with your friends, buy drinks at the bar, see a hot chick you fancy, chat her up and soon you’re upstairs in a room in which she’s giving you a blowjob with a banana-flavoured condom on (yes, ooo. Apparently, this is NOT the place to be putting your willy in a woman’s mouth unprotected).
(I was also surprised when I first heard it too! That’s why they invented flavoured condoms!)
Afterwards, you go back downstairs and the start the process again.
Sounds like fun eh? So much fun that my new partners in crime and I decided that Brazil needed to be visited. Hot nightlife, hot beaches, hot men — is there a reason we shouldn’t visit Brazil??
Me, being the person I am, also gleefully dreamed, “Can you imagine all the hot men!!? I mean, they’ll be everywhere!”
And this is the interesting part: the concerns of my friends were not on how we were going to negotiate our time between bonding sessions with the Brazilian men and our own girly fun, but rather on 1) the perfection of Brazilian women and 2) how the heck we are going to compete.
To say I was shocked is an understatement. That had not even crossed my mind. I told them, “ME, if I go to Brazil, I’m getting laid. PLENTY times.”
But it also got me thinking about female perceptions of what men actually want. In my mind, men want a confident, fun and intelligent woman with curves. I’m what they call thick (a size 16, size 14 if I go to the gym) and I have *never* had a problem finding or keeping a man. In fact, I’m often a little surprised how the men I sleep with enjoy my body – love handles and all (and I guess this is where my insecurities show *smile*).
This said, I don’t see how the beautiful Brazilian woman will be an obstacle to my getting laid. Surely, there are enough to go around. It then occurred to me that perhaps, even though my new friends are African, they live and work in Europe, where conforming to a certain (thin, flawless) standard of beauty confirms one’s level of attractiveness.
So this is what I’d like to ask the male readers of Adventuresfrom.com: What is it that you like in a woman? What do you need to see/think/feel in order to think ‘I want to fuck the shit outta that woman?’
And women how do you feel about your own bodies? Does it affect your sex life?
Enquiring minds want to know.