Their passion seems so ephemeral, and at times, almost insultingly generic, like they are passionate about any foreign woman.Being blonde takes the experience to a whole new level.
I talked to my friend Marcello about the Brazilian penchant for passionate, urgent overtures--he explained that when Brazilian men feel something, and they want to express it, even if the depth of their feeling seems kind of bizarre. There's so much that I like about Brazilian men in general: they're generous--always quick to pour beer first for everyone else at the table; helpful to a fault; fun; optimistic; funny.I used to compare San Francisco men to Brazilian men and wish that San Francisco men were more forward, but now that I have seen the flip side, I've grown appreciate the subtlety and slowness with which American men say what they are feeling--they say less, but I trust them more. More subtle and trustworthy Brazilian men are rumored to exist. Then again, my ego is missing the outrageous flattery from Brazilian men now that I am not getting it. But I have noticed now that there are downpours and droughts.It's hard to know why men don' t serenade me any more--maybe I am giving off a jaded, inaccessible vibe now. Brazilian men are legendary for their passion and persistence.
It's exciting to feel so wanted, their eyes can be so insistent in a way that North American eyes don't have the courage to be.But on the other hand, it becomes hard to understand why you want to marry me when we met only fifteen minutes before.But then I started talking to other female travelers.It turns out that every foreign woman is gorgeous in Brazil. It was only slight a letdown, to find out that every other female traveler I talked to was having a similar experience: being told that she was linda, linda, linda.Now I am back in Rio, though, and almost wistful for those days.I remember Carioca men as being incredibly aggressive, and that's certainly their reputation.