I am staying at the same hotel I stayed last time, right in the middle of the village. Its good location is a plus and has a/c, which really comes in handy in the hot afternoon,when the breezes are not blowing. The guests sit around outside and visit with each other. Whenever I left, they all asked, where are you going, what are you doing? I am sure trying to be friendly, but there are times I don’t what to say. Like to tonight, I am going in search of the Rastaman.
The last time I saw Antonio, the Rastaman, we were standing on the moonlight, his long dredlocks tailing down his back, soft light glazing across his dark skin and muscles, while Bob Marley’s voice sang, “in my single bed” and Antonio whispered in my ear, “I want to rub coconut oil all over your body”. After leaving Belize, I thought about that moment, fantasized it. My first night I went in search of him. Whet to his beach shop. It was closed. Went to Tipsy Tuna, the popular bar.
Instead of Antonio, I encountered some local guys, and all tried to hit on me. My last visit, I might have been unsettled by it all. But this time, I joked and messed with their heads a little. They told me that the guys in Belize have really big penis’. is that supposed to impress me? They said the largest is 12 “, and you have to have at least 10” to even be in the running.
Knowing how homophobic they are, I said do you measure each others? No! they emphatically said. We don’t use rulers, we put one hand around it, the other on top, to have a 2 fisted grasp, the measure what is left sticking up at the top of the fists. You do that to each other? No! well how do you know if they are telling the truth about the size? They changed the subject. I thought it was funny. I knew the deal though, they are looking for a sugar mama, and they will keep you company. Not interested.