Boyfriends and birds
31 Jan
In Belize, I have many boyfriends. It helps to have a boyfriend when you’re traveling alone, because men like to say hello. Hey, Snow White in Belize City. Look at those red lips in Caye Caulker. My favorite: You like to read, huh? in Cayo. (At least this time, unlike last, I was not propositioned by a teenage boy. “Ay, mami,” he’d said while cruising by on his bike. “Yes,” I thought. “I’m old enough to be your mommy.”)
In almost every conversation, a man asks where my husband is. No husband? Boyfriend, then? Yes, boyfriend, I say. Depending on who’s asking, he’s either waiting for me in the States or back at the guest house. Sometimes he is a scientist, other times he’s an artist; these details shift for no reason at all. He is always possessive of me, though, and I can’t be gone too long or he worries about where I am. Of course, no such gent exists — and if he did, he would certainly not be the kind of stifling person I’d date — but my “boyfriend” helps steer the conversation away from whether a drink can be purchased for me tonight. (more…)
