International dating and marriage tour agencies
He’s taking me to the headquarters of his bride-finding agency. Wannabe husbands are 94% white; politically and ideologically conservative; economically and professionally successful and to be seeking women with “traditional values”. We’ve just got time to see the train.” A surprise guest joins us for dinner: a New Yorker in his late thirties, name of Dante. I don’t know what women are like when you come from but in the US men are expected to put up with a whole bunch of whining.” Linda scrunches her nose in distaste at his offensive comment and sucks on her bottle of Pepsi. But you’ve got to be into them – they’re about four feet tall.” He takes a bite of his steak and shakes his head. “I’ve been here for six weeks already and I haven’t found anybody.” “What are you looking for? He puts one arm around the shoulders of the cleavagey tailor and the other on her stomach. I couldn’t talk to a tailor for the rest of my life.” “What kind of things do you like to talk about? Undoubtedly, there are soft mercenaries on the books of agencies like this. Looking back at me with plaintive eyes, she said “If you have love, you have everything.” And just like the hopeful groom sitting in front of me, I think she actually believed it.
Neither Juan nor the agency know that I’m here as a journalist, trying to find out what draws thousands of men from all over the world to meet potential wives. (In discussing our often faulty perception of the values of foreign women, it points to the marvelous irony that the government in Thailand has been forced to introduce legislation to limit brides being imported due to the firm belief by local men that Thai women “expect too much from their husbands.”). Juan translates my confirmation of her cuteness for Yvonne and she smiles strangely and looks out of her window. I imagined plastic stilettos, make-up like a Warhol pastiche and unsubtle enquiries about the size of my house. We drive to a restaurant in Pueblito Paisa, a tiny reconstruction of a traditional Colombian town that’s been built on top of a high rocky pinnacle. “The agency had three engagements just this month.” She looks at her watch. His appearance is notable chiefly for the numerous ways in which it manages to be round: he’s by no means obese, and yet has a circular head and cheeks like he’s carrying two peach-halves in his mouth. The three women around me chatter, obliviously, in Spanish. “The thing you gotta watch with Incas is they’re always half an hour late. He chews his meat sullenly, his eyes dragging in desultory fashion over our guests. “I want someone who’s as friendly as this one, as pretty as that one and with the brains of that one. Like, if she’s a lawyer, that would be okay because I could probably talk about that for the rest of my life.
She’s attractive, in a thin white cotton top and light blue jeans. She lives with her parents and her father owns a car park. But that’s not the thing that’s most remarkable about Laura. “I was given some good advice before I came here,” he tells me sternly over the dinner table.
When I notice how much time she’s evidently spent on her make-up and hair I’m nipped by guilt. When I ask why she wants a Western husband, she says, “Because the men in Medellin think it’s permissible to have seven boyfriends.” After dinner, Juan shows us the view from the top of Pueblito Paisa. What I’ll never forget about Laura is her appearance. At the end of his tour, he took me to dinner and said to me, ‘I have finally found you.
Millions of bulbs from the vast barrios stretch up the mountains that surround the city. When booking a ‘Romance Tour’, applicants are required to select 25 women from an online catalogue. “Men with your frame and hair.” “What if your sons don’t like me? I also had a very fat pilot from American Airlines.
Every light is the home of a family living in malevolent poverty; they blink back accusingly at the skyscrapers of the banks and multinationals that rise from the ground. [Longer, itchier silence] Me: What food do you like? After noting down the numbers of the first 10 or 15, you run out of attractive ones. Her chin has the unfortunate appearance of ending around two inches in front her nose. ” “That won’t be a problem.” By now, Laura’s leaning towards me, her elbows on the arm of her chair. “I’d be willing to move anywhere except Panama, Ecuador or Cuba.” “But I live on the other side of the world.” “I’d move anywhere if it’s love.” There’s a gap of two hours between Laura’s departure and tonight’s main event: a dinner in a restaurant with five of my selections. Every girl he meets, he says, ‘I have finally found you.
International dating agencies are agencies involved in arranging dating between singles from different countries and cultures, and speaking different languages.
Similarly to all dating and marriage agencies, the key factors to Inter Friendship’s success are joint work of its clients, team and management, and their desire to achieve one goal – create as much happy binational couples as possible.
“The only train in Colombia is in Medellin,” he says, chest swelling with pride. Linda shows me around, proudly pointing out the potted shrubs, the sofa areas and the Dunkin Donuts concession. She tells me that all of the women in the agency’s books count as middle class, earning around the standard national wage is 0 a month so even the moderately wealthy western clients count, for them, as rich beyond hope.
“In Bogota, they have no train.” As we walk happily down the hill I notice Yvonne looking at me, with a sideways, smiling expression.
Dating agency is a very popular way among singles willing to find love and a partner to create a family.
Today almost every city has scores of marriage and dating agencies.