I have met many people during my time in South America. This chapter is dedicated to the mad ones that I've met along the way. *This blog is not intending to offend, just inform and entertain :-)
Ola!
Ola a gente!
This is the first chapter to my blog; Boys Around the World.
It is set in Brazil, where i'm spending a year during my 4 year degree programme.
I'm staying mainly on a Southern island, famous for its beaches and popular night-life.
This chapter focuses mainly on the madness of the Brazilian meninos..
It's written in a one-story-per-post format, so each madman has his own special section. Lucky them!
I have used fake names for ALL subjects. However, the names of my friends are all real. And boys; you know who you are!
Enjoy!
This is the first chapter to my blog; Boys Around the World.
It is set in Brazil, where i'm spending a year during my 4 year degree programme.
I'm staying mainly on a Southern island, famous for its beaches and popular night-life.
This chapter focuses mainly on the madness of the Brazilian meninos..
It's written in a one-story-per-post format, so each madman has his own special section. Lucky them!
I have used fake names for ALL subjects. However, the names of my friends are all real. And boys; you know who you are!
Enjoy!
Wednesday, 2 February 2011
Lesbian? Swinger? Three-some?
Strangely enough, our next subject isn't a boy. It was still pretty weird anyway.
Walking through Lagoa with Priya and Simi, we were accosted by a couple. The woman, seeming quite forward, asked us where we were going (a friend's party), and if we'd meet up with them after it was finished, (“Errr yeah, why not?”). Admittedly, had this been a boy, or even a lone woman, it wouldn't have seemed so bizarre. Yet, she was holding the hand of, we assumed, her boyfriend. And he was looking on at the conversation, with a creepy grin on his face.
After walking away, we couldn't help thinking.. Lesbian who holds hands with boys, swingers, or three-some?
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P.S..
Now, I know my blog might make it seem like every boy in this huge country is slightly mad. They're not, at all, and I would like to stress that I have also met some amazing people, of all nationalities. Their stories just aren't as amusing, yet could be equally entertaining. We'll save that for chapter 2, perhaps :-)

I want to know what you were wearing on these occasions. You might have protested, but perhaps your breasts said something else.
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