Brazilian Mail Order Brides: Portuguese Dream Girls

So, why was I there and what was the point of going? Well, I wasn’t there for the sights, and certainly not there to invest in the banana industry. I was there to meet the gorgeous, exotic woman of my dreams, take her home, and marry her!

I know what you’re thinking. Probably some fat, neck bearded, alcoholic loser who couldn’t muster enough sex appeal to seduce a desperate 50 year old ex-stripper at a bowling alley. Just another has been of the human race who has (thankfully) been permanently excluded from the gene pool. Nope, I’m an orthopedic surgeon!

But, just as I devote 90% of my waking life to my patients and my career, I was correspondingly unavailable for emotional attachments, or any sort of continuous “love life”. Even worse, the few women I was able to enjoy a semi-coherent relationship with were just as careerist as I was, and correspondingly distant and aloof, even in our much treasured “intimate” moments. And when a man and a woman try to deal with clashing career goals over a limited amount of time, the result is simple gridlock.

So, there I was in Rio, meeting with complete strangers, women who came from a totally different culture, spoke a foreign language, and had (presumably) very different aspirations and expectations in mind when it came to choosing a mate. And I must say my instincts were largely correct!

These were women who were looking for men like me: no nonsense, career minded, affluent, Western men. These women weren’t willing to settle for the local yokels, with their macho attitudes and medieval hygiene. These were intelligent, strong willed beauties who understood how to please a man with their natural companionship skills – and also how to recede respectfully into their own rich inner lives when their mate’s career occupied his time. These were women who truly could provide me with the best of both worlds – spice and space.

And, yes, I found her! Her name is Marta, she’s tall, bronze skinned, and deliciously curvaceous, with a perfect English, and a college degree to boot! She works as a Spanish and Portugeuse translator at a major international banking firm right here in good old Boston. And yep, she is a “Brazilian Mail Order Bride“! But I’m nothing like ashamed, friend. So why would you be if you took such a chance? What have you got going on that trumps it? And what have you got to lose?