If I’ve learned anything about South Texas it’s that you can pretty much forget about meeting a single woman here who doesn’t have a kid and if you do - it’s fucking rare. Apparently no one informs their children of the invention of condoms or birth control.
Don’t mess with Texas.
Because they won’t mess with you. If a man doesn’t want to wear a condom - she’s not saying shit. And look, I have nothing against kids, I’m just pointing out the fact that girls live on the wild side in Corpus Christi, TX. More so Mexican women because this little Match.com experiment is proving there is no such thing as Spanish girls who haven’t pushed a pig. Once again, I love little piggies just as much as the next person, I’m just stating an observation. Young women here don’t use condoms, birth control or suggest a pull out. South Texas doesn’t roll like that. On the hind side - I love family and it must be rad to be a 37 year old grandma. I wish I could go to the bar with my grandmother, but the only problem is she can’t school me with the knowledge because we both grew up in the same era. When she starts trying to educate me on the 9/11 attacks it’s like, “No shit, Grandma! I was sitting on the couch right next to you when it happened.”
But other than that I bet it’s tits.
Is it just me being a white man and unable to control the 180 years of racist beliefs stuffed into my gene pool or do Mexican girls get knocked up more than any other race? Of course white girls get pregnant too, but they all have abortions.
How do you talk a white girl into having an abortion?
I don’t know, no man has ever had to. It’s just a given. White women don’t give a fuck. They know a kid will ruin their life and interfere with their drinking time so they just kill the little bastards. For every Mexican woman with a broken home child - there’s two white girls with at least three murdered babies on their conscience.
I’m Pro Choice, I’m not hating.
But I must ask myself what’s less alluring? A Mexican woman with two kids or a white girl with three abortion notches on her bed stand? When is enough is enough? White girl serial killers or Mexican Brady Bunches minus the father figures? I would bring up black women, but they don’t want anything to do with red heads and I’m too traumatized to ever date an Asian woman again. These are my choices - white murderers or brown baby volcanoes.
At this point in my life I can’t really afford to feed extra mouths, so I guess my only option is white women and a desperate hope she won’t one day abort me as well.
“You know, Jesse. This just isn’t working out.”
Click!
She blows my brains out in the sheets. I’m just another notch in the wood and she’ll be at the club with a buzz on before the body is ever found.
Dating sucks.
But I must keep on keeping on because how else am I going to end this book? As of now I’m interacting with two different women (both white) and soon I’ll meet them face to face.
I can pretty much guarantee this will be a story worth telling.
