Although I've never been out of the country, literally EVERY other state I go to, if I come across someone who's been to Texas (especially Houston) they comment on how the women here are on a whole 'nother level of hottness.
But, though, I'ma tell you this bit of realization - Texan women are chubby, I like skinny. PERSUASIVE Carry on
American women are good at pulling off the "casual look"..you know, t-shirt, jeans, warmups. European women dresses very well and are more fit than their American counterparts. Canadian women have the best of both worlds...Vancouver, Montreal and Toronto is where it's at!!
Of all of the states to rag on for ugly women Texas has to be the worst choice -- you might as well say all American women are ugly.
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I can attest to this. Cool story bro: I have only been with one Russian broad, when I was in Budapest for a few days. She was right around my age, cute as hell (maybe 7.5 face, 9 body and 9 personality) and had this adorable devotchka way of smiling along with her accent. The first day was lovey dovey, like she was fine just having fun knowing we would likely never see each other again so we should just f**k and mostly exchange cultural/personal stories. She seemed just happy to be with a normal American counterpart, and was bonkers in bed. I was really thrilled, and it almost seemed to good to be true for having only known her for a day. "These were the good days." The next day I woke up before her, showered and got us coffee. I wake her up amd give her the coffee, explain that I'd like to get a head start on the day to do some touristy sightseeing kind of stuff. I have no idea why but at this point her entire demeanor changed. I dont know if it was the touristy ideas or maybe eastern women dont like being woken up but b**** flipped the f**k out. Threw the coffee at me, I ducked and it went all over my luggage. She got up out of bed and starting screaming, now only in Russian, and literally tried to fight me, flailing and kicking. She scratched me pretty good on the neck. I bearhugged her and dropped her in the lobby and told the concierge to get rid of her, and that was that. I just sorta laughed to myself and went to Terror Haza, where I ended up ralphing in the stairwell. Strange days indeed. The next night I just got a hooker and she was much easier to bear hug.
