I’m talking about regular women, no prostitutes or mail order brides.
Planning on relocating?
Laos. Definitely Laos.
The distinction between “regular women” and prostitutes may not be as clear-cut as you think.
When you visit a poor country, like, say Cuba, as an American, you bring with you a vast difference in wealth and personal resources. You are Bill Gates-level wealthy compared to the people around you. A “regular woman” - one that has a real job, not a hooker - may nonetheless desire to hook up with you, sleep with you, be your novia, on the chance that you are her ticket to emmigration and a far better life in the U.S.
Is she a prostitute? I’d argue that she’s not, even if she knows that chances of an actual relationship are small, the gifts and opportunities your association can bring her and her family are immense. You can buy her perfume or clothing as an afterthought that represent several months’ salary. Knowing you, and being able to call or e-mail you in an emergency, might mean the difference between life and death for a family member needing cash for medicine down the line.
The Cubans have a word: jinetera. As distinguished from an ordinary hooker, it describes a woman who “rides” tourists for gifts and cash via short-term relationships. Even past that, there are plenty of “regular women” who would fall for you and your dollars not because they want cash on the dresser at the end of a hump, but because they want a way out.
Maybe you should limit your question to first-world nations, or include only third-world nations’ wealthy girls, who have no desperate need to escape. Because without so limiting it, I don’t think there’s a useful distinction to be drawn between working girls and desperate, but ordinary, ones.
- Rick
Intercourse, Pennsylvania
On the flip side, the least easiest ( :rolleyes: ) women can be found here, 10 miles away.
I’m not sure I’d refer to them as “easy”, but Australian women and Finnish women always seemed to have a fairly healthy and relaxed attitude towards sex.
Las Vegas.
I’m with Chefguy about Australia. A few years ago when Ms Hook and I were touring Oz she found an article in the Sydney paper that bore on this subject. The article quoted a book that compared the, among other things, sexual mores of various countries and said that Australian women were more likely to sleep with you on the first date.
That line is similarly included on a number of bullshit pages full of sexual “facts” (aka, urban legends), so make of it what you will.
I can’t find an online cite, but the average Australian women is reported to have only three sexual partners (!) over a lifetime–so your odds aren’t great. Heterosexual men report an average of six partners… which leads me to believe that either someone is lying, or many guys are mistakenly boinking each other.
Two things:
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Not all aussie men will be boinking aussie women, so part of the deficit, so to speak, may be rectified, so to speak, therein.
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Was there a definition provided for “sexual partner” or was it the “come as you are” type deal where some will define it as full-blown sex and others will define it as “low” on the sex ladder as blowing?
(Checking map of Landcaster Countiy, PA) Interesting. If I can’t reach Intercourse, but I want to avoid Blue Ball, I can take the alternate route through Bird In Hand, and still reach Paradise.
Costa Rica, really. The natives…go. Make us proud.
In Michigan, it’s 37 miles from Paw Paw to Climax.
(1) It’s possible Aussie men get more foreign boinks than Aussie women, but are the blokes really out-foreign-boinking the sheilas at a such rate that they double their average?
(There’s a really good opportunity here to make a livestock joke, but I won’t.)
(2) It was a while ago, but you’re probably right–I imagine there was some wriggle room on the definition of sexual partner. It’s also not beyond any stretch of the imagination that many men overstate their sexual conquests while many women play down their past experiences.
Russian women are pretty easy, at least they have been for me. 
However, they don’t seem to be that good in relationships, or that could just be me.
Date? Date?!?
I laugh at your pitiful, frigid Mulier Australis!
Hah!
In Iceland, our Mulier Borealis don’t even require this “dating” process you seem to hold in such high regard. Just go out, run into a woman and do your thang. “Go Out” obviously refers to weekends after midnight, alcohol consumption is recommended bur far from required. Actually, after the Icelandic Tourist Board and Icelandair starting using the Legend of the Promiscuous Icelandic Woman to promote the country (it did wonders for tourism here), Icelandic women were shocked and claim they are not promiscuous at all. They are, of course, wrong. They will happily spread their legs for passersby every weekend and you happen to be foreigner, be afraid. I once found myself in the company of a Peruvian midget being hassled by as much as six blondes the same night, and he told me he was a happily married man back home and was confused by all this attention. The last time I saw him he was walking back to his hotel with two six foot blondes.
And they are not looking for a way to get the Green Card so they can escape their wretched lives in Iceland; they probably make more money than you do.
Don’t get me wrong, I like this about our women. I mean, it’s just sex, right? Why make a big deal of something as natural and easy as scratching your back? I’ve always found the concept of “waiting” odd and, well, unnatural. “I never have sex on the first date, maybe four more will do” always sounds wierd to me when I hear it. Sex as a means of recreation is a beautiful thing. With proper protection, of course.
Yes, but it’s cold in Iceland.
Stay on the road too long, and you’ll wind up in Virginville.
I’m not kidding.
Well, no colder than Boston or New York these days. Admittedly the summer doesn’t get very hot but its not like we’re freezing all year over here.