90. September 2013: Jorge, This is How They Do it in Brazil

How did you meet? Tinder!

Name: Jorge

Height: 5'10"

Age: 33

Occupation:  tattoo artist & painter (jesus)

Good quotes from date(s)

Him: I hate dealing with people at my job. Unless they're hot girls. (laughter ensues). Just kidding.
Me: No you're not. 

Him: Let me touch your body.
Me: Ok.

Why is he still single? He's a hot Brazilian artist. Why settle down? I wouldn't. 

Did he pay for the date?  Nope. Split-skies

Did he contact you after the date? Nope. This was a one-time deal.

How many dates did you go on? 1

Would you recommend to a friend? If she wants to make out with a hot Brazilian artist, yes.


I almost canceled this date for a few reasons: 1) I was tired 2) It was Monday 3) His texts contained no more than three word "sentences". But I can't both experience new things and sit on my couch at the same time (sadly).

Jorge is the second guy that after the first drink enlightened me about my first-date behaviors. I shy away from eye contact and glance at the top of people's heads. I seem quiet and conservative and seem distracted (read: I'm bored).  But then, he said, into the second drink I loosen up and am more fun. Thanks Jorge! I didn't ask for your thoughts but....

If this dating project has taught me anything it's these two things:

1. I suck at intimacy - initially (i.e. eye contact)
2. I suck at being my true self around people who I don't vibe with. 

Actually, three things.

3. I do not suck at allowing a hot Brazilian dude with gorgeous brown eyes, long lashes, and arms with tattoo sleeves touch my body in public. 

Understanding Brazilian culture was easy - just be open to tongue kissing and touching in public. Jorge made kissing a part of normal conversation and the touching of my arms and legs just part of the story he told. It was all so natural and Latin. 

I ate it up. I didn't care that he didn't pay for my drink, because in a way he kind of did. With his dark artist angst, and his hands and his full lips. He walked me to my bike and as they do in Brazil, we french kissed goodbye. 

He would have come home with me. And if I were younger and not looking for something real I would have asked.

What is my life? Sometimes I ask myself. With respect to dating, with respect to pretty much everything. 

This story is one answer: sometimes I'm kissing a Brazilian on a Monday night.