"In my country, we don't even know what Patron is"

So I was at a bar last night with Gary and his friend Alex. Cabo Cantina. It's right around the corner from us and seemingly always going off. Especially last night. We're drinking some margaritas (which I shouldn't have been since I'm cutting back on my drinking) and this bus pulls up outside. Big bus. The doors open and in walk Las Chicas Cazadores. Wow. More than wow. They were gorgeous. Then when they came up to you and pitched their tequila they got even hotter. They were all from Mexico and had the sexiest accents ever. They were all from the same city too: Guadalajara. One time I was talking to a Mexican guy and I asked him which part of Mexico had the hottest girls. Without even pausing to think he said "Guadalajara". Last night proved him right.

When I first decided to move down here, someone (I think it was Steve or T-Bone) asked me why. One of the major reasons I cited was far better looking women. My inquisitor then asked why this mattered so much and if I really thought these beautiful women would want to have anything to do with me. My answer to him was a long one, but the nutshell version, without the explanation of how the hot girls at the top raise the bar for the rest, was No, I do not expect these girls to want to have anything to do with me. But if I'm going to get shot down, it might as well be by girls who are hot (AND ethnic) rather than filthy slags whose weight is more akin to that of a width of rebar than a human female. I stand by this statement.