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Continued from The Encounter. I rolled off her onto the other side of the bed. In Spanish I said, “No me dijiste eso. No pago para el sexo” which I was hoping translated to “You did not tell me that. I don’t pay for sex.” I got on my back and stared at the ceiling. She…
Enough time has passed where I feel comfortable sharing something that happened to me in Venezuela. The emotional wounds have healed. It was my fifth night there and I was on Margarita Island. That night I met a couple waitresses at a restaurant who took me to a club two blocks away. I thought I…
About half a dozen guys I’ve met since college have told me their story of sleeping with a prostitute. There was one thing in common with each guy: None of them actually paid for the prostitute, a relative or friend did. All of them made sure to stress that fact, which tells me that the…
In Medellin I met a lot of guys who frequented prostitutes, and I want to talk about the main argument they use to justify their behavior: You’re paying for it anyway. You have to take her out to dinner and drinks. That costs money and there’s no guarantee you’re going to get laid. Somewhat reasonable…
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I was in a Brazilian club recently with a group of Brazilian guys. Most of them were in college, around 22-years-old, and I thought of myself as the wise elder of the group. To foster conversation and build rapport I asked them questions about Brazilian women that I already knew, pretending that I was learning…
South American girls don’t drink nearly as much as American girls. When I was in clubs down there I’d imagine how much easier my job would be if they drunk more alcohol. How many more bangs I would have if they didn’t average only two or three for the entire day! When guys asked me…
PREVIOUSLY: PART 1 Once outside, my first approach was on a girl walking behind me. What I did was pause at the intersection, stare at my phone confusingly, and wait for her to catch up before hitting her with my night street opener (“Can you recommend a club that is still open?”). She didn’t know of…
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My feelings about a country come out after I get the flag. It tells me a lot about what I need to know about interacting with the local women, and unless I see hope of something a little meaningful, unique, or special, I back down. That’s what happened after getting my Swedish flag. I didn’t…
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I went to Iceland in the middle of winter. I was immediately struck by the isolation — the city was dead and I had no one to talk to compared to my time in South America when I always had a buddy around. I used to go out solo dolo only occasionally but now I was doing…
Feminist culture has done a good job robbing American women of their natural feminine allure. All that’s left are empty shells of human androgyny that is begging to be filled by so-called female dating experts who were unsuccessful in landing a man themselves . Cosmo, self-help books, and Jezebel are eagerly filling the hole, creating women who are unattractive…