We are trying a little something new and are doing a group blogging session on one topic. This week we’re writing about Chilean men. Here is a list of links of those who have participated so far — leave me a comment if you already posted and I haven’t put your link up yet! I’m not reading these until I write my own post as I don’t want to be influenced by what everybody else has to say! I’d rather wait to see if we have similar or very differing opinions on the subject. Oh, and anyone who has anything to say about Chilean men or foreign men in general is welcome to participate.
*Edited to add — So far I think everyone who has commented has been updated on this list. So read away and let’s talk. I have LOVED all these great posts. Everybody took a different angle, but everybody hit the nail on the head. And some of the entries have been absolutely hilarious!
- Katina (style and male sex symbols)
- Mandy (Chilean men compared to U.S. men)
- Tyffanie (catcalls and chivalry)
- Emily (machismo)
- Leigh (having friendships with Chilean men)
- Shannon (Chilean male drivers)
- Clare (Chilean men and sexism)
- Meredith (Chilean men’s intense need to be in a relationship)
- Lydia (a completely spot on list of generalizations about Chileans)
- Jessica (guy love in the Chilean form)
- Heather, the girl who started this whole thing (Chilean men and sex…finally someone mentions the cafes con piernas!)
- Tamsin (Chilean men’s complete devotion to the female species)
- My mom Rita (her impression of S. as a son in law, his friends, and a few male tour guides)
- Renee (gay Chilean men)
Chilean men. Ahhhh, Chilean men. They are the reason nearly every woman I am close with is in this country. Just last night I saw a blip on the news about a French woman who came to Santiago as a performer in Cirque du Soleil. A group of Chilean was doing a backstage tour and one of them took the time to introduce himself to her. This woman was still in costume and he called her “La payasita mas bella que he visto,” or the most beautiful clown he’s ever seen. She fell in love in that one second. She stayed. They lived happily ever after. The end.
That seems to be a frequent scenario with Chilean men. They are a special breed of the opposite sex — in general, much less handsome than the Argentines, way worse dancers than the Venezuelans or Brazilians, not as talented at smooth talking as the Venezuelans* — yet, so incredibly good at making women fall in love with them.
I’m not just talking about making gringas fall in love with them either. These men know how to get women of any nationality to fall under their charm. Chilenas are just as susceptible as foreigners. It’s not just the sweet broken English that gets the ladies swooning. Even their mother’s are madly in love with them, and I mean MADLY in love! It’s actually kind of creepy sometimes, but in a sweet way. The term “Mama’s boy,” doesn’t even begin to describe the relationship that most guys here I know have with their madres.
Dating a Chilean man, in my personal experience, was sheer heaven compared to going out with American men. Maybe that’s because S. is the guy for me and behaved as such from the beginning — or maybe it’s because Chilean men truly know how to treat their significant other — I’ll (hopefully) never know. This strange breed of man, with his mullet and his fanny pack, will soon have you overlooking fashion blunders as he hangs on to your every word, treats you with respect, and opens up to you about his *GASP* feelings.
As anyone who knows S. in the real life has probably realized, he’s not a man of many words. In fact, when a friend who knows he’s a big dog person wondered why he didn’t seem more excited when talking about Papito, obviously the answer is — he can barely show his love for me in public — how would he be able to admit he has a soft spot for a dog to someone he doesn’t know very well? Yet, although S. and I are not the mushy gushy type by a looooong stretch, he doesn’t mince words if he wants to tell me he appreciates me and loves me. If we have a problem he’s happy to communicate about his feelings in a way that no man in the States I know ever has or ever will do.
Unlike some gringo guys, he doesn’t think that putting actual planning/effort/sentiment into a relationship makes him less of a man. He’s happy anytime I’m happy. And from what I hear, all Chileans, or at least all Chileans worth keeping a gringa in Chile for, are like that.
Yes, of course there are certain bad qualities that I’ve heard Chilean men have. Some are known to be extremely machista — although I think this is a dying trend, as all the gringas I know are with very progressive men, who are in many cases, like mine, even quite a bit feminist. And then there are the men who catcall. For me piropos are literally the one thing that if eradicated would make living permanently in this country a possibility. But, the fact that not a single day (in which I leave my house, of course) can pass without some old wrinkly jackass who farts dust hissing, “M’hijita rica, ssssssss,” in my ear like the biggest fucking creep in the entire world, makes me want to strap a backpack with all my things on it and walk to Antartica where I’ll live in an igloo and only leave if the penguins promise not to harass. Again, also like the machista thing, I think this may be generational, as it really does seem to be either very old men, or else younger guys trying to act cool. Â It’s rare that I’ll walk by a university and a dude will say something truly disgusting.
If there’s one thing I love about this country, you could definitely say it’s the men. Although, maybe I should change that to “the man,” since I only have experience with one specific Chilean (after going through hell and back, I was on a bit of a man ban before I met S. I wanted nothing to do with anyone with a penis). But anyways, I married that one specific Chilean so I guess you could say that actions speak louder than anything else I could type in this post.
*Yes, I realize these things do not pertain to every single Chilean — some are very handsome (my husband, and all of my friends’ husbands and boyfriends) some are brilliant dancers (definitely not my husband) and some are great smooth talkers (again, not S.). That’s why I said, in general.