Sexy Brazilians: out with the old and in with the new

Well hello Cubs, hello Cougars. I’ve just realised how long it’s been since I last wrote – I knew it had been a while – but not quite that much time!

Last time I wrote I was still in Laos, and after two months in Asian Cubland, adapting again to my life in London took some time. You’d have thought that coming home for a Brazilian Christmas Eve party would have been fun. Well it wasn’t. First of all, because their traditional Christmas food is cod, which didn’t cut it for me. But my main problem wasn’t the cod at the dinner table, it was more the lack thereof in the bedroom. Twenty-four year old Eduardo (if you remember him), despite professing that it was alright for me to hunt whilst on holiday, didn’t walk the walk. He was not OK with my Lao affair at all.

Which brings me to give you cubs a bit of advice: we cougars are past playing games, if there was ever a time we liked them. We want simple, enjoyable relationships. Good sex, fun times, no hassle. So communication is key. If Eduardo had told me he wanted to go exclusive, we could have looked into that. But he didn’t. And I’m a cougar blogger for heaven’s sake – I need to do my research. (Tough job, I know, but someone’s got to do it.) So it was a little sad, because my Brazilian affair came to an abrupt end.

I’m not bitter though. I’m still all thumbs up for Brazilians – and in fact I headed straight to the beauty salon to get a brand new one. Well… now that I have indulged my desire for that long overdue pun, and committed it to virtual print, I can’t help feeling that said pun is going to stay with me forever: I am now facing a life of having sex with Brazilians on my mind. Maybe I’ll stick with Brazilian [men] then, to keep things simpler for my pretty little head. Or at least part-Brazilians, like Brazilian-Japanese or something.