Imports 'R' Us

I have crossed over to the other side. No, not the other side that psychic Sylvia Browne speaks of. Nor do I mean the other side of the world. Well, sort of…
Imports.

Not beer. Imports are what I call foreigners. They are the newest breed of males that I am attracted to. I am pleased to join the Disbeliever in obsessing about imports. She was the first one to like imports and now I joined the bandwagon. We ditched American boys for many reasons (see the top 10 reasons below), mainly because they are all the same. The majority of them are disrespectful and hornballs.

It’s quite a coincidence that I converted to the other side of the world while working at a travel show. There were guys from all around the world promoting their respective homeland. I enjoyed talking to them and getting trinkets, such as worry dolls. I even took some Peruvian shots and got a cigar. Their tourist sites were amazing and I want to go on vacation to every single brochure that I picked up. I'll stuff an import in my suitcase and bring him home. There's an import! 

     There were two imports that stood out at the travel show. One was a bald Italian man. He kept calling the Disbeliever and me “Bella.” I loved his accent. He dressed so neatly. He even looked good bald! The only two men who can pull off the bald look are Chris Daughtry and this guy (I call him Bella Italiano). Bella Italiano visited our booth a few times. Everything he said was sexy, even though I had no clue what he said. It just sounded hot.

I ran into him at the Dominican Republic booth. We were getting cigars. I felt the body heat as his arms were lightly gracing mine as we stood next to each other, not saying anything. I got the chills. There is no such thing as personal space for imports. That’s fine with me!

Another import was an older Peruvian. He came to our booth and my jaw dropped. I do not like elders, but I was attracted to him. Maybe it was his accent. Maybe it was his personality. Heck, it was probably because he is an import.

He wanted us to take a shot at his booth. We giddily pranced behind him, giggling. I asked him to say something romantic. Whatever he said, it sounded sultry. I took a swig of that drink and it must have been an aphrodisiac. I bet that is what made me convert to the other side! Then one of the Peruvians took incense and cleansed us from who knows what. Then they wanted a group picture. My elder went to kiss me on the cheek, but he moved his head so we kissed on the lips! Then he hit my butt. I guess that is the norm in Peru! I dig it!

Here are the top 10 reasons why we love imports.
1.They know how to treat women. Imports treat women, especially their moms, with respect. They are very traditional and probably open doors for us (I don’t get that very often from Americans!).
2. They are romantic and passionate. They know how to work it in bed. ;)
3. They have foreign tongues...and know how to use it. ;)
4. The fact that they lived in another country is fascinating. It is so interesting to learn about their culture.
5. They dress neat. They are not slobs.
6. They look neat. They are well manicured.
7. They are very sociable. Conversations are never dull.
8. Their culture and way of life is refreshing.
9. They know how to dance!
10.They love their family. It’s nice to see that they care about each other and that they are so close, no matter the distance.

And my personal favorite-- personal space is nonexistent! ;)

 *Are you convinced that dating imports is the new wave of dating?
*What else would you add to the list?
*What is the difference between dating Americans and imports?
*What was your experience?
*Would you ever go back to dating Americans after dating an import?
*If you have never dated an import, would you consider it?  

Keepin' it real,
  Realist