The dwindling case for American girls part 1

Years ago I started a miniature career in the security contracting industry. I worked around trained career intelligence gatherers, hostage rescuers and killers. And then me. Self-deprecation aside, I brought my own curious set of skills to the field, but the important detail here is the type of man I spent all of my hours around; mainly former special forces servicemen, Seals, Force Recon, other scary stuff. These became my friends over time. We worked long hours, standing, in harsh conditions and limited resources, but we were making, what was to me, ridiculous sums of money. Every single man in our outfit was armed except of me. I've had plenty of training with rifles and machine guns, I'd never shot, much less, owned a pistol. But I was paid the same as everyone else ($300 a day) When you get a bunch of armed alpha male types in close proximity like we were in (sleeping in moldy F.E.M.A. trailers after Hurricane Katrina in hot-ass and nasty humid New Orleans) stories pretty much become the main currency of community and companionship and the main subject matter was never ever boring, but the stories were one of two things: either some bizarre sexual exploits in some exotic locale or some equally bizarre secret war mission kill f'ers story. And they were all bad-ass, I loved them all, but they became, to me, a bit unadventurous after awhile...I remember after one of the particularly graphic and delicious exploit stories, the raconteur philosophized about foreign woman being so much more friendly, in general, than American girls. And that American girls better watch out or they will lose what little remaining status they have in the World. Apparently when this "happens" American guys will overwhelmingly prefer foreign woman. Plausible I guess, but probably not. The guys with extensive overseas travel, for the most part agreed and those that didn't were visibly contemplating the case, visible smoke, non-tobacco, evident, wafting from reddening ears. You could hear these dudes thinking. Amazing! I haven't travelled enough to make an intelligent juxtapositioning of the American girl friendly quotient versus the girls of the World. I will write that the single overseas trip I took, to Brazil, was magnificent and the girls there were extremely good sports with me. But I still have a deep attachment to American girls, but I would love to make a social experiment when the chance to travel presents itself. That would tickle the Cult of LA...Yes, the Wild.

I still, after a bit of serious and careful thought, champion the role of the American girl in America as well as her role in the World. And in the Cult of Los Angeles, the baddest of the bad and coolest of the cool. American girl runs and lays...in the sun her hungry eyes prey...The beaches and hills hide beautifully tipped predators. I stand, mesmerized, attending to becoming soft prey...