Two Sets of Women

Last night was a pretty good night out in Chile overall. However, there was clearly one high and one low point, each punctuated by the Chilean women who caused them.

The first high point was this very cool girl AF and I met in the bathroom at this smokey bar. It's become my habit to start talking to the Chilean girls in the bathroom, mostly about whatever Chilean man we're having questions regarding at the time. So far, we've done this 5 times, and each time it's been amazing. Usually, speaking English in public gets people looking at you. Very infrequently do I have the guts to respond to the inquisitive stares, but the combination of a bit to drink, adrenaline of dancing, and a real need to know something breaks down the timidity very quickly. So we ask this girl, Marisol, how one would know if this guy RF has been bringing around is sketch, as he has brought a slew of sketch friends with him each time, but seems ok himself. Not only does she come hang out at our table to check out the situation and give her opinion, but she introduces us to her friends and tells us about some other cool places in the area that foreigners would probably never find. We definitely made plans to go out next weekend. SO chill. Do women like that even exist in the United States?

The second category, women who suck, is a group with which I am familiar in the US. We were finishing our night with a completo (very fancy hot dog) from a snack shop, and this random girl starts telling us how she hates gringas. We didn't even say anything to her, were already sitting down when she walked in, and were completely and totally minding our own business. We left quickly because we weren't enjoying her speech, and she followed us out the door shouting her hatred after us. Quite a sour note on which to end the night.