Short of going abroad, the only way to find one is the same as finding any other chick you could stand to be with:
Sift through the scummers.
I hate to say that, because I know how "big the haystack" is when trying to find a regular "needle". To find an "imported needle"? Eeesh.
It's simply a matter of another qualification in your list of things you are on the lookout for. You might luck out and come across one straight away, or, you might be grinding it out in the scene for a long time. If it were me again, well, I wouldn't do anything different than dating otherwise. Go to places, do your thing, but be patient and keep your eyes open. Find a foreign gal? Perhaps consider it a +1 on your personal "HB scale". You wouldn't be going for a 5, but a 7? Then you find out she's foreign? Might be an "8", if she qualifies for the bonus point. You're the judge, just with any gal.
I met mine quite accidentally. In fact, I generally avoid blondes (because of their over-awareness, and over-exploitation, of their SMV making them impossible to tolerate), and I normally wouldn't have given her the time of day. What's more, she came in to my work, and I was proud of never pulling the trigger on fish in that barrel.
...But,
Within moments, I could tell she was "different". After dealing with customers for so long, you get a sense of what type of person you are dealing with, and this chick was, um, "weird". I couldn't peg her (I did "peg" her eventually
) initially, I had no reading; I never encountered such mannerisms, especially from a blonde in the States. I would have never known she was from another country, she had no accent. In fact, she had been in-country for about 11 years. Instead of the "Queen's English" accent, it was completely western sounding.
Through the course of idle fluff, she told me she was originally from overseas. *DING!* The light snapped on, and I just HAD to talk to this chick more. I, too, was lead to believe (through heresay, and my own experiences) that western women were garbage, so I pulled the trigger and got her number. I needed to see if there was something to the theory. Best of all, I didn't care to ƒuck her: she was blonde, after all, and my experiences had created an aversion. "Don't go making assumptions...", I told her, "I just want to continue our conversation outside of my work."
Luck? Fortune? Who knows. But, after conversing, WOW! Night-and-day pleasant versus bother. I'm not sure I've ever had as pleasant a "first date" as that one (short of BPD first dates, but...). In retrospect, I see that she just wanted to ƒuck the hot bartender, but I got my hooks in her. "I never knew that I could cüm like that!"
GOTCHA!
Anyway, we've had many, many stimulating conversations regarding western women's values in comparison to hers. It turns out that, not only does she believe in gender roles, but puts her money where her mouth is. Imagine a chick telling you:
Her: 'I think a man and a woman have a specific role in the relationship. Women have their strengths and weaknesses, men have theirs. Men should be the captains of the ship, and women should support their men. That way, together, they both win in ways they couldn't alone.'
Right?
Hearing sh¡t like that sure made me reconsider my stances on "Alpha/Jerk" modes. I realized that she would have no part in an adversarial relationship. If I was to be with this chick, I'd likely need to tone down the Jerk-ness, as it wouldn't play out the same as it would with standard garbage. And boy, what a proud chick she is: she really toes-the-line when it comes to upholding her end of the relationship. She doesn't want to be the weak link, and takes pride in how well she supports me, dependably, no less. She's very congruent, and, she's very intelligent. Even brags me up to folks, and let's me know CRIZAZY sh¡t like, "how proud" of me she is; or "how fortunate she feels" to be with me. She
builds me up, which, when you consider "being part of a team", are her actions lining up with her words. How could I not be compelled to reciprocate?
One big thing going for overseas women is that they have foreign schooling, none of this "consumer zombie indoctrination" like
american public schooling. I'm talking uniforms, discipline, and critical thinking skills now, not the daycare centers we have here. You can easily infer all manner of ramifications stemming from such a contrasting start to their lives. Night-and-day.
I will say this, though: it is crucial to determine when they came to the states. Fortunately for me, she came over when she was fifteen. At 15, a person has developed enough that they begin to develop more "adult" mindsets. The older the chick when they come over, more ability they have to retain the culture and societal practices of where they came from. Moreover, they can compare/contrast the culture. I would tell anyone looking for a foreign chick to qualify them with regards to whether or not they came over "pre-formulative" years, or "post-formulative" years. Basically, if they came to the States
before puberty, ƒuck 'em, they're as worthless as an american chick: they went to the same school. However, if they came over
after puberty, there's a better chance of them retaining better parts of their previous culture.
To give you a quick example, my chick's sister is only a few years younger, but, WOW, is she a retard. I mean, unrealistic, materialistic, all the trifling and drama you'd expect from an american-born chick: very americanized. It's almost as though she's "overdoing it" with the "act". But, she came over at the same time, with the same parents, only
she was pre-pubescent.
Ultimately, the best thing about women from abroad is their stance on gender roles. They are damn good at playing their parts, to such an extent, that, I'll have to admit I had a bit of a struggle living up to the foreign models of manhood. It was tough to rise up to her expectations, but she encouraged me and cut me slack because, well...
I was born in America, after all.
Don't get me wrong, she didn't push or prod. I took it upon myself to give her a version of "Man" she likely needed. What are men like there? What elements are common there, but are beat out of boys here? How can I emulate that? What do I lack? What do I do well already?
I think, thanks to this place, I already had a handle on the Man thing. I simply needed to take the encouragement/support the right way and quit over-thinking it: the more natural "man" I went, the better. It was nice to have a few challenges, though.
So, let that be encouragement for all you dudes here: it is FAR easier for a DJ to have good results with foreign women. Foreign women are desperate for a
Man in this endless sea of American AFC douchebags. I was not surprised to hear about her previous encounters on the dating scene: wow, there are a lot of d-bags! They are looking for us DJ's, so, go get 'em!
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