July 9, 2007
“In Mexico?” Christian opens a Corona with his teeth and I’m ashamed to feel turned on by something so overtly macho. “In Mexico, yes, I paid for first time.” The conversation always turns to sex. He stares at his hands. “In U.S., the problem—girls, they give sex to anyone, free. You have no money, fine, you can get any girl. In Mexico, at least they make man pay for it. That’s problem with girls in U.S.” He gets this look in his eyes whenever he talks about Mexico. I could argue with him, but suddenly I’m just too drunk.