blue eyed blond loves Mexicans, for a reason

[♥JP♥ 5]

maybe she was a hooker?

i am certain....

maybe she was an illegal donut?

yes, an illegal donut with bad intent

an illegal hooker donut?

[almaty 19]

maybe she was a hooker?

i am certain....

maybe she was an illegal donut?

yes, an illegal donut with bad intent

an illegal hooker donut?

yes siter i ran in to one of them in new mexico.....undocumented...and surly...

[one...two...tree 2,762]

Were you able to verify the free part, Sal?

[Boblop 0]

I got off my plane at O`hare international airport at around 7pm on a Wednesday. Chicago`s airport is buzzing

with people day and night so I did not find it unusual to see an almost full small bar, right next to a gift shop where

several people were looking at the post cards and other potential gifts on the shop racks. I felt a bit tired from the

flight and decided to have a drink before facing the stampeed of madness once I hit the bricks outside.

I tugged at my unbuttoned coat and adjusted my tie as I looked inside the small cocktail lounge, and noted that it

was quite full and the bar tender was quite busy. I saw what I thought an empty seat at the very back of the lounge

and I walked over there.

Sure enough, the bar tender was wiping the space where the previous customer had sat. "good evening Sir, he

said to me, as I sat down".

"Hi, I said, you seem to be quite busy".

I ordered a scotch on the rocks and settled down to wait for the drink to be brought to me. That`s when I noticed

her.

A beautiful blue eyed blond was sitting on the stool next to where I had just sat.

I tried to pretend that her presence and beauty had not rattled me by keeping my eyes away from her long crossed

legs, that were practically touching my stool. Her perfume and body scent was inescapable however and I managed

to smile and let her know that I had indeed noticed her.

My tiredness ozzed from my limbs and almost immediately felt like a young stallion ---- which unfortunately I am not.

I am an old man. A happily married one with a lovingly beautiful young lady granddaughter, and a younger grandson.

My daughter is in her thirties and so is my son. Both are professionals, college graduates with degrees. I am old and

I hate it.

But this night, my demons were tempting me like no other time that I could recall. What are my odds, I asked myself

mentally. Zero came the response.

I turned towards her and asked if she needed more leg room, noting that she was trying to do "up and down" movements with her crossed leg. She smiled at me and her ivory white teeth and bright red lips nearly knocked me

off my stool.

"No, that`s fine. I saw your plane arrive. The person I was waiting for never showed up. I have been stood up again,

can you imagine that?" she laughed, throwing her long silky blond hair sparkling against the bright yellow lights in

the cocktail lounge.

I have never felt so helpless in front of people as I felt with this woman. I felt cornered in fact at so close of the

proximity that I found myself so close to her. I noticed that she appeared to have taken an interest in starting a

conversation with me, a total stranger. I have seen many beautful woman in my seventy something years on this

planet, but this one, at this particular time baffled me. I decided to let my demon to go to work and see what was

in this girls mind.

"That`s a, uh, a very err, lovely dress, you are err, wearing", I said to her, extending my hand to introduce myself.

"My name is Sal", I said as she offered her limp lovely hand.

"Well, hi Sal, I am Mercedes", she continued to smile at me.

"Mercedes?, that is Hispanic, isn`t it", I just threw it out there for her.

"Yes, it is, but I am Caucasian, White and free", she laughed out load, and that really startled me.

"I love my name and the Hispanic in it", she moved closer to me and touched my arm.

I concluded right there, that this girl was drunk, and could really hold her booze. She did not look wasted at all.

"You are Mexican, or Hispanic, aren`t you?" she asked very seriously. I hated to disappoint her and almost lied

to her. I wanted to hear her reason for her question, so I decided not to lie.

"No, I am Italian, you know, the Mafia,?" I laughed at her.

She looked deeply disappointed. I could sense something about this girl that indicated some lonelinness and a

need for someone to make her laugh. I also was bewildered and unbelievably mystified as to why this beautiful

and sexly blond was alone. I decided to dig and pump her for information about the person who stood her up, as

she said earlier to me.

"Who stood you up?" I asked her.

The look in her face made me feel like a real jerk.

"Oh, it was Ernesto. He was supposed to come in on the same flight you came in. He was due to cross the border

at Laredo Mexico into this country this morning. Last night we talked on the phone and he said he was not sure

if he would make it legally. If he couldn`t he would find a way to be with me", she was crying now.

"Wow" was all that came out of my mouth. I could mentally picture a Mexican making love to this beautiful species

of woman.

I ordered a double this time, and she wanted rum and coke. I wanted to get drunk with this woman.

"But why?, I wanted to know, do you want to be with a Mexican, when there are millions of men who could be

with you legally, white men", I added.

"You wouldn`t understand", she said.

"White men today do not want woman, they want other men. That is the new fad in white men. I know" she said.

"Now wait just a minute", I said, considering myself a white man. "How can you say such a thing Mercedes", I asked.

"Sal, look aroung you. They are everywhere. They do not hide anymore. They are out of their closets. It is very

hard for a woman to know if a white man is straight, which they are not most of the time"

"Sal, they laugh about being gay, or faggots or whatever some people call them. They laugh and say that it nothing

wrong with being gay"..."Not that there is anything wrong with that" they laugh.

"Now take Ernesto for instance. He is a man and I know that for a fact. He will do anything to make me feel like a

real woman, anything....That is one of the reasons white men feel threatened by Mexicans and Hispanics in

general. It is not because they take jobs away from whites, or because of medical costs being passed on to

citizens of this country. White men feel threatened by Mexicans because slowly but surely, they are having children

with white women. Just like the black man today"

"Wow, I am sorry you feel this way Mercedes. But are you sure that the drinks are not making you talk that way

to me", I asked.

"Hell, no Sal. I have been holding this back too long now. You are a mature man that does not seem threatening

to me and I feel very comfortable talking to you", salud, she said as she raised her rum and coke to her lips.

"So you think that the reason for all this immigration noise has something to do with racism based on fear by the

white men that Mexicans will take their woman much sooner than later, and that is the reason that they seek comfort

with each other as their way at striking back at their wives?"

"You got it Sal. Look at the TV. Look at how people like Lou Dobbs, O`Riley and Limbaugh spew their racism from a

script written by the gay white men in this country. They cannot fool people all of the time Sal. Give me a man any

day. But I mean a real man"

I could not feel my tongue. I was speechless. I looked at my watch. Going on 9pm. Holy cow! I had been listening

to this ranting beauty for almost two hours. I need to get home.

Mercedes noticed that I was glancing at my watch. "Hey Sal, do you need a ride?. My car is just outside. I just feel

so comfortable with you"......"Can I give you a ride?".

"I think I need another drink" I told her...."What do you say, another Rum and Coke?"

"Sure" she said.

For the first time I noticed that she was wearing what I thought was a wedding ring. Her shiny black dress clinged to

her body like a second coat of flesh. Her long legs were bare with full round upper thighs that she chose not to

cover from my eyes. A string of pearls adorned her neck which I quickly took to be fake, but impressive on her.

"What`s with the wedding ring Mercedes, are you married to Ernesto?" I asked.

"No, Sal, I am a married woman.....to a gay man". "I choose to wear this ring and be seen with Ernesto by my

husband`s friends. Do you think they care? Hell no. They do not care".

"I will eventually get married to Ernesto, even if I have to move to Mexico. I am an woman and I want a man that

appreciates me for what I am. Ernesto is all off that." she sniffed and was about to start crying when our drinks came.

I was starting to feel light headed and knew that it was an indication of drunkenness. I think all together we drank

about six or seven glasses of booze before we headed for the door.

Mercedes car was a shiny Oldsmobile Cutlass Supreme 2007. Bright red like her lips. My demon was playing jokes

with me now. My demon was telling me that I was actually two years older than Mercedes.

"Oh, shut up" I said to my demon out loud.

"What?" asked Mercedes.

"Oh, I was just talking to my demon" I told her, as I slid unto the soft velvet front passenger seat of her car.

"Mercedes cracked up laughing, you have these demons too" she asked.

"Oh hell yes, and tonight I think he is stupid drunk", I laughed.

In the car, I could not hold back asking for clarification to her assertion about the white men being gay and fear

of the Mexicans taking their wives and daughters.

"Sal, I am not joking, all of my friends, well almost all of them see this trend in today`s white man. With this

immigration political joke, and I say joke because it is not the first time they bring in this boogyman, the illegal

immigrant. They hide their fear of being outed as homosexuals by yelling against gay marriage, against amnesty

and against anything to shift attention away from them. My husband is one of them".

Mercedes dropped me off at my hotel around 10pm or was it 11pm, I don`t know. She wanted to come up for a

night cap but I politely pushed her back into her car. Mercedes had told me a story that I keep hearing even today

in this web site.

FEAR THE ILLEGALS FROM MEXICO!

[Ban Hammer 14,569]

oh i get it. all white men are gay

[jundp 191]

FEAR THE ILLEGALS FROM MEXICO!

1. Bwahahahahahahahahahaha

2. That is four minutes of my life I can never get back

3. Is it just illegal Mexicans we should fear or legal Mexican immigrants too?

[♥JP♥ 5]

My ex was mexican and I left him because he cheated on me with a he-she. Guess that throws her theory out the window!

[JODO 2]

huh?

[LaL 418]

Boblop - how about posting *one* topic next time vs. triplicate should you wish to share something with members.

[PalestineMyHeart 1,897]

[BYRON-LEIDY 0]

Hey Boblop.....PUFF, PUFF PASS...DIDNT ANYBODY EVER TELL YOU THE RULE!!!!!!!!!!

[JODO 2]

[Boblop 0]

I AM Boblop. This thread is not the full thread that I POSTED!!! What the hell is going on? Why am I being

short changed here?

MY written thread does not end in such a sucking way, I was short changed with the last part of the thread.

I will ask the proper persons for an explanation to this treatment.

My first post at this site as a brand new member starts this way? bull ######!

I got off my plane at O`hare international airport at around 7pm on a Wednesday. Chicago`s airport is buzzing

with people day and night so I did not find it unusual to see an almost full small bar, right next to a gift shop where

several people were looking at the post cards and other potential gifts on the shop racks. I felt a bit tired from the

flight and decided to have a drink because facing the stampeed of madness once I hit the bricks outside.

I tugged at my unbuttoned coat and adjusted my tie as I looked inside the small cocktail lounge, and noted that it

was quite full and the bar tender was quite busy. I saw what I thought an empty seat at the very back of the lounge

and I walked over there.

Sure enough, the bar tender was wiping the space where the previous customer had sat. "good evening Sir, he

said to me, as I sat down".

"Hi, I said, you seem to be quite busy".

I ordered a scotch on the rocks and settled down to wait for the drink to be brought to me. That`s when I noticed

her.

A beautiful blue eyed blond was sitting on the stool next to where I had just sat.

I tried to pretend that her presence and beauty had not rattled me by keeping my eyes away from her long crossed

legs, that were practically touching my stool. Her perfume and body scent was inescapable however and I managed

to smile and let her know that I had indeed noticed her.

My tiredness ozzed from my limbs and almost immediately felt like a young stallion ---- which unfortunately I am not.

I am an old man. A happily married one with a lovingly beautiful young lady granddaughter, and a younger grandson.

My daughter is in her thirties and so is my son. Both are professionals, college graduates with degrees. I am old and

I hate it.

But this night, my demons were tempting me like no other time that I could recall. What are my odds, I asked myself

mentally. Zero came the response.

I turned towards her and asked if she needed more leg room, noting that she was trying to do "up and down" movements with her crossed leg. She smiled at me and her ivory white teeth and bright red lips nearly knocked me

off my stool.

"No, that`s fine. I saw your plane arrive. The person I was waiting for never showed up. I have been stood up again,

can you imagine that?" she laughed, throwing her long silky blond hair sparkling against the bright yellow lights in

the cocktail lounge.

I have never felt so helpless in front of people as I felt with this woman. I felt cornered in fact at so close of the

proximity that I found myself so close to her. I noticed that she appeared to have taken an interest in starting a

conversation with me, a total stranger. I have seen many beautful woman in my seventy something years in this

planet, but this one, at this particular time baffled me. I decided to let my demon to go to work and see what was

in this girls mind.

"That`s a, uh, a very err, lovely dress, you are err, wearing", I said to her, extending my hand to introduce myself.

"My name is Sal", I said as she offered her limp lovely hand.

"Well, hi Sal, I am Mercedes", she continued to smile at me.

"Mercedes?, that is Hispanic, isn`t it", I just threw it out there for her.

"Yes, it is, but I am Caucasian, White and free", she laughed out load, and that really startled me.

"I love my name and the Hispanic in it", she moved closer to me and touched my arm.

I concluded right there, that this girl was drunk, and could really hold her booze. She did not look wasted at all.

"You are Mexican, or Hispanic, aren`t you?" she asked very seriously. I hated to disappoint her and almost lied

to her. I wanted to hear her reason for her question, so I decided not to lie.

"No, I am Italian, you know, the Mafia,?" I laughed at her.

Edited November 8, 2007 by Boblop

[JODO 2]

I AM Boblop. This thread is not the full thread that I POSTED!!! What the hell is going on? Why am I being

short changed here?

MY written thread does not end in such a sucking way, I was short changed with the last part of the thread.

I will ask the proper persons for an explanation to this treatment.

My first post at this site as a brand new member starts this way? bull ######!

I got off my plane at O`hare international airport at around 7pm on a Wednesday. Chicago`s airport is buzzing

with people day and night so I did not find it unusual to see an almost full small bar, right next to a gift shop where

several people were looking at the post cards and other potential gifts on the shop racks. I felt a bit tired from the

flight and decided to have a drink because facing the stampeed of madness once I hit the bricks outside.

I tugged at my unbuttoned coat and adjusted my tie as I looked inside the small cocktail lounge, and noted that it

was quite full and the bar tender was quite busy. I saw what I thought an empty seat at the very back of the lounge

and I walked over there.

Sure enough, the bar tender was wiping the space where the previous customer had sat. "good evening Sir, he

said to me, as I sat down".

"Hi, I said, you seem to be quite busy".

I ordered a scotch on the rocks and settled down to wait for the drink to be brought to me. That`s when I noticed

her.

A beautiful blue eyed blond was sitting on the stool next to where I had just sat.

I tried to pretend that her presence and beauty had not rattled me by keeping my eyes away from her long crossed

legs, that were practically touching my stool. Her perfume and body scent was inescapable however and I managed

to smile and let her know that I had indeed noticed her.

My tiredness ozzed from my limbs and almost immediately felt like a young stallion ---- which unfortunately I am not.

I am an old man. A happily married one with a lovingly beautiful young lady granddaughter, and a younger grandson.

My daughter is in her thirties and so is my son. Both are professionals, college graduates with degrees. I am old and

I hate it.

But this night, my demons were tempting me like no other time that I could recall. What are my odds, I asked myself

mentally. Zero came the response.

I turned towards her and asked if she needed more leg room, noting that she was trying to do "up and down" movements with her crossed leg. She smiled at me and her ivory white teeth and bright red lips nearly knocked me

off my stool.

"No, that`s fine. I saw your plane arrive. The person I was waiting for never showed up. I have been stood up again,

can you imagine that?" she laughed, throwing her long silky blond hair sparkling against the bright yellow lights in

the cocktail lounge.

I have never felt so helpless in front of people as I felt with this woman. I felt cornered in fact at so close of the

proximity that I found myself so close to her. I noticed that she appeared to have taken an interest in starting a

conversation with me, a total stranger. I have seen many beautful woman in my seventy something years in this

planet, but this one, at this particular time baffled me. I decided to let my demon to go to work and see what was

in this girls mind.

"That`s a, uh, a very err, lovely dress, you are err, wearing", I said to her, extending my hand to introduce myself.

"My name is Sal", I said as she offered her limp lovely hand.

"Well, hi Sal, I am Mercedes", she continued to smile at me.

"Mercedes?, that is Hispanic, isn`t it", I just threw it out there for her.

"Yes, it is, but I am Caucasian, White and free", she laughed out load, and that really startled me.

"I love my name and the Hispanic in it", she moved closer to me and touched my arm.

I concluded right there, that this girl was drunk, and could really hold her booze. She did not look wasted at all.

"You are Mexican, or Hispanic, aren`t you?" she asked very seriously. I hated to disappoint her and almost lied

to her. I wanted to hear her reason for her question, so I decided not to lie.

"No, I am Italian, you know, the Mafia,?" I laughed at her.

[♥JP♥ 5]

I AM Boblop. This thread is not the full thread that I POSTED!!! What the hell is going on? Why am I being

short changed here?

MY written thread does not end in such a sucking way, I was short changed with the last part of the thread.

I will ask the proper persons for an explanation to this treatment.

My first post at this site as a brand new member starts this way? bull ######!

I got off my plane at O`hare international airport at around 7pm on a Wednesday. Chicago`s airport is buzzing

with people day and night so I did not find it unusual to see an almost full small bar, right next to a gift shop where

several people were looking at the post cards and other potential gifts on the shop racks. I felt a bit tired from the

flight and decided to have a drink because facing the stampeed of madness once I hit the bricks outside.

I tugged at my unbuttoned coat and adjusted my tie as I looked inside the small cocktail lounge, and noted that it

was quite full and the bar tender was quite busy. I saw what I thought an empty seat at the very back of the lounge

and I walked over there.

Sure enough, the bar tender was wiping the space where the previous customer had sat. "good evening Sir, he

said to me, as I sat down".

"Hi, I said, you seem to be quite busy".

I ordered a scotch on the rocks and settled down to wait for the drink to be brought to me. That`s when I noticed

her.

A beautiful blue eyed blond was sitting on the stool next to where I had just sat.

I tried to pretend that her presence and beauty had not rattled me by keeping my eyes away from her long crossed

legs, that were practically touching my stool. Her perfume and body scent was inescapable however and I managed

to smile and let her know that I had indeed noticed her.

My tiredness ozzed from my limbs and almost immediately felt like a young stallion ---- which unfortunately I am not.

I am an old man. A happily married one with a lovingly beautiful young lady granddaughter, and a younger grandson.

My daughter is in her thirties and so is my son. Both are professionals, college graduates with degrees. I am old and

I hate it.

But this night, my demons were tempting me like no other time that I could recall. What are my odds, I asked myself

mentally. Zero came the response.

I turned towards her and asked if she needed more leg room, noting that she was trying to do "up and down" movements with her crossed leg. She smiled at me and her ivory white teeth and bright red lips nearly knocked me

off my stool.

"No, that`s fine. I saw your plane arrive. The person I was waiting for never showed up. I have been stood up again,

can you imagine that?" she laughed, throwing her long silky blond hair sparkling against the bright yellow lights in

the cocktail lounge.

I have never felt so helpless in front of people as I felt with this woman. I felt cornered in fact at so close of the

proximity that I found myself so close to her. I noticed that she appeared to have taken an interest in starting a

conversation with me, a total stranger. I have seen many beautful woman in my seventy something years in this

planet, but this one, at this particular time baffled me. I decided to let my demon to go to work and see what was

in this girls mind.

"That`s a, uh, a very err, lovely dress, you are err, wearing", I said to her, extending my hand to introduce myself.

"My name is Sal", I said as she offered her limp lovely hand.

"Well, hi Sal, I am Mercedes", she continued to smile at me.

"Mercedes?, that is Hispanic, isn`t it", I just threw it out there for her.

"Yes, it is, but I am Caucasian, White and free", she laughed out load, and that really startled me.

"I love my name and the Hispanic in it", she moved closer to me and touched my arm.

I concluded right there, that this girl was drunk, and could really hold her booze. She did not look wasted at all.

"You are Mexican, or Hispanic, aren`t you?" she asked very seriously. I hated to disappoint her and almost lied

to her. I wanted to hear her reason for her question, so I decided not to lie.

"No, I am Italian, you know, the Mafia,?" I laughed at her.