Hey everybody,
Met a fabulous Latina (forgot the country, South American). Girl is gorgeous, a captivating dancer, and perhaps a bit crazy? It was an amazing night and a hell of a learning experience. Hopefully more to come.
Meet:
Sitting at a bar with my friends who are leaving for the club. I'm not aboard for a multitude of reasons so I wish them a good night and a few minutes after they leave the Latina sits down on the other side and reads her journal of sorts while she waited for her friends. I was hammered but took her number anyhow.
Phone:
Sunday afternoon texts me back to ask me what my plans are for the day. Told her to meet me later for icecream.
Meetup:
We meet up and she tells me she had chocolate all day and isn't in the mood for icecream, and wants to smoke. I take her to my apartment where I have a balcony.
Date:
Here's where a seemingly effortless pick-up gets unusually complicated and I learned a ton.
She rolls her joint as I make a drink and we chat, things going well. Now that I think of it completely hits the mark as a "Club Queen" - very ambitious, talented, and an incredible intuition about people. She's also an addict and was so much better able to handle the situation that I pegged her as a very experienced girl who despite being a challenge (the shit-testing while high was just unreal) clearly came up with me for one thing.
We go back inside and go to kiss her like I would an American slut and she rebuffs me with skepticism, telling me she's frightened at my aggressiveness and "doesn't know me". Now I realize that she was right, but I explained to her that in the USA a college a girl putting herself in this kind of situation is simply begging for it. Yet she didn't leave, so I assumed she just needed some more time, but as the high started to hit me I started to get paranoid.
My family tells me not to trust the locals because they can be very exploitative when it comes to "Yankees" as they call Americans over here in Argentina. And I believe her because my cousins here are just like she says, and this girl appears to be the same type - neurotic, anxious, "fast", addict... They may go home with you and give you love, but their agenda is to rob you beneath your nose. The high got me paranoid and I totally lost confidence in her, and her in me. So we played some card games over some more drinks to get to know each other better, she put on her own music, (a great taste so I let her do her thing) and we just hung out for a while.
The turning point was when we came back inside again to dance. I said it was hot in here and took off my shirt (it legitimately was, stupid humid too) and made some space so I can teach her how to tango, which is apparently the only thing she doesn't dance. Obviously things get intimate, yet she's not ready to go to bed so we go outside to smoke another joint. My balcony must be 3x4 feet max and cramped, yet we sit down anyway and I just hold her for what must have been an hour. It seemed like that was all she wanted in life, and it reminded me of the scene in Casino Royale where Daniel Craig holds his belle in the shower after some terrible shit went down. It still touches my heart, and after a while we get up to hit the bed. If it's significant at all she was on her period.
It was a fantastic climax but the humidity had us sweating like pigs after what must have been like 5 minutes lol, so we hopped in the shower. This girl was no longer the tigress that had me paranoid about my Yankee dollars, but a kitten who literally followed me to the kitchen so I can show her what kind of cooking we do here. She's eagerly waiting to cook dinner for me this week, offered to make a grocery list, left basically all of her jewelry at my place, and almost seemed to cry that I wouldn't walk her outside.
Conclusion:
This is all great and she's even more amazing so I'd definitely consider entering a relationship with her, but I sort of believe she's crazy. No girl who appears/even claimed to be very experienced with men falls in love that fast. I've already learned my lessons from this lay, but I definitely need some help on getting the right read on her because although she checks all my marks for a girlfriend I'm afraid she's crazy. Maybe she's actually very inexperienced and I can hurt her? I almost already think I did.
- TR
Met a fabulous Latina (forgot the country, South American). Girl is gorgeous, a captivating dancer, and perhaps a bit crazy? It was an amazing night and a hell of a learning experience. Hopefully more to come.
Meet:
Sitting at a bar with my friends who are leaving for the club. I'm not aboard for a multitude of reasons so I wish them a good night and a few minutes after they leave the Latina sits down on the other side and reads her journal of sorts while she waited for her friends. I was hammered but took her number anyhow.
Phone:
Sunday afternoon texts me back to ask me what my plans are for the day. Told her to meet me later for icecream.
Meetup:
We meet up and she tells me she had chocolate all day and isn't in the mood for icecream, and wants to smoke. I take her to my apartment where I have a balcony.
Date:
Here's where a seemingly effortless pick-up gets unusually complicated and I learned a ton.
She rolls her joint as I make a drink and we chat, things going well. Now that I think of it completely hits the mark as a "Club Queen" - very ambitious, talented, and an incredible intuition about people. She's also an addict and was so much better able to handle the situation that I pegged her as a very experienced girl who despite being a challenge (the shit-testing while high was just unreal) clearly came up with me for one thing.
We go back inside and go to kiss her like I would an American slut and she rebuffs me with skepticism, telling me she's frightened at my aggressiveness and "doesn't know me". Now I realize that she was right, but I explained to her that in the USA a college a girl putting herself in this kind of situation is simply begging for it. Yet she didn't leave, so I assumed she just needed some more time, but as the high started to hit me I started to get paranoid.
My family tells me not to trust the locals because they can be very exploitative when it comes to "Yankees" as they call Americans over here in Argentina. And I believe her because my cousins here are just like she says, and this girl appears to be the same type - neurotic, anxious, "fast", addict... They may go home with you and give you love, but their agenda is to rob you beneath your nose. The high got me paranoid and I totally lost confidence in her, and her in me. So we played some card games over some more drinks to get to know each other better, she put on her own music, (a great taste so I let her do her thing) and we just hung out for a while.
The turning point was when we came back inside again to dance. I said it was hot in here and took off my shirt (it legitimately was, stupid humid too) and made some space so I can teach her how to tango, which is apparently the only thing she doesn't dance. Obviously things get intimate, yet she's not ready to go to bed so we go outside to smoke another joint. My balcony must be 3x4 feet max and cramped, yet we sit down anyway and I just hold her for what must have been an hour. It seemed like that was all she wanted in life, and it reminded me of the scene in Casino Royale where Daniel Craig holds his belle in the shower after some terrible shit went down. It still touches my heart, and after a while we get up to hit the bed. If it's significant at all she was on her period.
It was a fantastic climax but the humidity had us sweating like pigs after what must have been like 5 minutes lol, so we hopped in the shower. This girl was no longer the tigress that had me paranoid about my Yankee dollars, but a kitten who literally followed me to the kitchen so I can show her what kind of cooking we do here. She's eagerly waiting to cook dinner for me this week, offered to make a grocery list, left basically all of her jewelry at my place, and almost seemed to cry that I wouldn't walk her outside.
Conclusion:
This is all great and she's even more amazing so I'd definitely consider entering a relationship with her, but I sort of believe she's crazy. No girl who appears/even claimed to be very experienced with men falls in love that fast. I've already learned my lessons from this lay, but I definitely need some help on getting the right read on her because although she checks all my marks for a girlfriend I'm afraid she's crazy. Maybe she's actually very inexperienced and I can hurt her? I almost already think I did.
- TR
