I've decided to post some of my dating misadventures in the RGV.
When I first arrived to McAllen last summer I figured I'd get out there and see what was available for me. So I went out with some girls from the office and I met a rather attractive latino man. From appearances I gathered he was fairly well off. Dressed well and was well groomed. Unfortunately, thats where it ended. Once he opened his mouth he just ruined it. He thought he was impressing me with talk of his "ranch" and how much his family pays for a deer lease. Well, at this point I decide it's time to have fun with him. I get him to explain what hunting deer is all about. According to him they feed the deer year-round and shoot them during deer season. I figure it's kind of like shooting your own pet dog. Feed and wait for him to show up to eat then BLAM! He's dead. This does not impress me in the least as my daddy is a hunter that stalks deer not blinds them. Heck, I've stalked deer. Anyhow, 4 beers later and he's talking about taking me home to my place because it seems his parents don't really like him bringing women home.
Geez! This guy was both a mommas boy and a loser. Hint for the fellows: Leave mommas house and be yourself when you meet women.
Anyhow, I'll update later on with other misadventures.
When I first arrived to McAllen last summer I figured I'd get out there and see what was available for me. So I went out with some girls from the office and I met a rather attractive latino man. From appearances I gathered he was fairly well off. Dressed well and was well groomed. Unfortunately, thats where it ended. Once he opened his mouth he just ruined it. He thought he was impressing me with talk of his "ranch" and how much his family pays for a deer lease. Well, at this point I decide it's time to have fun with him. I get him to explain what hunting deer is all about. According to him they feed the deer year-round and shoot them during deer season. I figure it's kind of like shooting your own pet dog. Feed and wait for him to show up to eat then BLAM! He's dead. This does not impress me in the least as my daddy is a hunter that stalks deer not blinds them. Heck, I've stalked deer. Anyhow, 4 beers later and he's talking about taking me home to my place because it seems his parents don't really like him bringing women home.
Geez! This guy was both a mommas boy and a loser. Hint for the fellows: Leave mommas house and be yourself when you meet women.
Anyhow, I'll update later on with other misadventures.