and another... short story

A man, relatively young, and yet already jaded- running away from something or rather, from himself, into a distant part of the world, in search of some kind of sanity, or rather normality, in a place where everything appears skewed and crooked…

He runs around, sleeps around, makes himself acquainted with these unfamiliar ways, and makes himself comfortable in his new surroundings so much that he has no wish to return to the place where he has come from. Meets a woman, conventional in every way- a solid, bulky, traditional woman who promises only stability and devotion, unlike the eccentric and neurotic flighty pieces he used to end up with… A woman with a good hand and a stable head, the woman who will know how to run the house, how to hold the family on her shoulders, how to raise the kids… a woman who’s a great investment into a future that speaks of stability and prosperity and is as conventional as it could be…the only thing slightly out of ordinary being that she’s foreign, but that’s also rather banal, isn’t it? Seems to happen all the time- foreigners, and mostly Americans, marrying women from cultures drastically different from their own- these women either being the exotic pieces or those stable, devoted women that know how to take care of their men… so overall, a banal story, and by writing the outlines I pinned him down and now he’s done, finished, limited to a conventional life he chose to live… but I’m still not convinced and I wonder what it really is that makes American men resign to these godforsaken corners of the world and end up marrying foreign women to live their lives happily ever after?