Okay, scratch that last one, my mom reads this thing.
Though I WILL tell you that dating here is super different. BYU rituals - a Tonka truck left on your doorstep filled with hot dog buns and a note with "Can I haul your buns to the homecoming dance?" - are completely alien in this country. Well, frankly, they're alien outside of Happy Valley. But here it's just plain weird. Nope, here they kiss FIRST - before they even start dating. Before they even know each other. See, Brazilians feel that you gotta have a good make out session to find out if you like each other.
NCMO is a way of life. Most of my friends don't even know how many guys they've macked on.
They cannot believe it when I tell the story of our first kiss. My Man and I had been dating casually for three months or so - I was "waiting" for a missionary and all. Though admittedly forgetting him rather quickly. So one night we went for a moonlit walk. This wasn't so much for romantic reasons as because we were dirt poor. We had to save up for Frosties. Anyway, it started to get cold so we decided to continue the conversation in the car. (I know, I know. You're not supposed to park. Don't tell my bishop. Wait, My Man is my bishop.)
So we talked and talked until 3-in-the-morning came and went. By now I'm rather sleepy and wanting to go home. But My Man REFUSED to drive us back. He had been working up the courage to kiss me for hours and had told himself he would not go home without some action. Finally, with the moves of a jungle cat, he swung over and planted one on me. Scared me half to death. Though it did wake me up. *grins*
So - whaddya wanna know?