First off, this does not mean I am specifically saying Peruvian men are worse than men of any other nationality. Nor am I stating that all men are bad; but seriously, sometimes, you just have to ask, “WTF are these people thinking?”

Example number one. I meet a nice, but fairly intoxicated chap in Paracas. he’s sweet, but the drunker he gets, the more forward he becomes. He says he’ll see me in Cusco for my birthday. I nod and of course, completely disbelieve him. Two weeks later, whaddya know, but he’s calling me from the bus station in Cusco. Yippee. So, ok, he’s sweet enough to surprise me. I think, “Maybe I should give him a chance.” He professes his love for me over and over again. I, used to this part of the Latin style of wooing, politely dismiss it. He offers to take me to Machu Picchu for the weekend as a gift – which is not inexpensive by the way – and I agree, though a bit reluctantly. All of the sudden, we’re on a supposedly romantic getaway and he doesn’t want to hold my hand, barely speaks to me at the ruins, and decides he should probably leave earlier than we had planned. Huh? Honestly, if anything changed, I was completely in the dark. Of course, now he’s still calling me from Paracas and sending sweet nothings as if nothing had changed. This is the nice guy.

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