Medellin was a tough city to settle into in the first few weeks. While I expected the same warmth, flirtatiousness, and femininity from the girls that I was basking in Brazil, what I discovered instead was that most of the girls were spoiled, picky, and very savvy in taking advantage of a newbie gringo anyway they could.
Practically all of my dates started out great, with mutual attraction, passionate make outs, but somehow ending with me going home solo each time. So after spending all that money on liquor, clubs, taxis, the only person wasn’t “getting paid” at the end of the night was me.
I was determined to put an end to this, and the turning point eventually came in the form of Eliza.
I met Eliza on a busy street corner in downtown Medellin. I was running late for my BJJ class, and having forgotten to get off at the right bus stop, ended up getting lost in downtown. She gave me that warm Paisa* smile, provided me with directions, and immediately asked me where I was from. We chatted a bit and I ended up leaving with her cell number and Facebook id.
We spent a couple of weeks flirting on Facebook, each time unable to make concrete plans to go out. Finally, sensing that I wasn’t giving up, she yielded to my persistence and decided to go out to a club in Medellin’s nightlife area.
I picked her up at the closest metro stop, and together we hopped into a taxi and headed to the club.
In the club we joined some of the other friends that were already there. We ordered the standard Medellin club fare: a bottle of rum, coke and plenty of ice.
I sat next to her, and slowly began to stroke her thigh. I started off with innocent, ‘accidental’ touches, until eventually my hand became a permanent fixture on her left thigh.
We danced to reggaeton for a while. Then we salsa danced (at least she did, while I tried my best to imitate her). At some point our eyes locked, and we kissed. It was a short kiss, her feeling a bit embarrassed with all my friends watching. Later on I pulled her into a corner safe from prying eyes and heavily made out with her with my hands freely running up and down her slim and tight figure.
We went to another club and repeated the process all over again. Again the bottle, the chaser and ice. More dancing. More kissing. More touching.
She was mine and she knew it.
It was getting late by now. My friends and their dates were ready to call it a night, and so was my date and I. It was a perfect first date with chemistry, passion, and soon to be followed with more perfect love making at my love shack.
But things don’t always work out the way you want.
As soon as we stepped out of the club, she announced that she won’t be spending the night with me and will be going home. Fine, I thought, as I was no stranger to this type of behavior from Medellin girls.
Then she made a request, that astonishes me to this day.
"Can I have cab money to get home?"
At first I thought I misunderstood, so I asked her to repeat herself. She repeated the same sentence again.
I looked at her in disbelief. I couldn’t comprehend the utter arrogance of what she’d just said.
In the last few hours, I paid for everything: the taxi to the club, the cover charges, the bottles of rum, in the first club, then in the second, yet here she was asking for yet another handout completely unashamed of how ridiculous her request is.
"I don’t have any money on me." It was a lie; I had plenty of money on me.
"What do you mean? You asked me out, how would you come without money?"
"It’s a dangerous city, and I don’t like to carry a lot of money on me."
She turned away and suddenly started to cry right there on sidewalk outside the club. I don’t remember the last time I saw a 28 year old woman cry over something so childish.
"I find it hard to believe that you would go out without any money at all," I persisted
"I only brought enough for the metro. Also, when guys ask girls out here in Colombia, it’s expected of them to pay for everything," she sobbed while trying to guilt me with the cultural angle.
I turned around towards the road which, at this point, was rapidly being filled with queuing cabs waiting to be dispatched.
I was wrestling with a dilemma. On one hand I felt truly sorry for her and wanted to help her as a nice a guy, on the other hand I was sick and tired of being blue-balled by countless Colombian girls where all I gotten was a make out and nothing else.
I really didn’t want to go home alone again, and was willing to take this as far as I could.
"Ok, you will get your money, but first we have to go to my place so I can get it."
She knew my place was on the very opposite side of town as her place, so for her to agree she was making a big commitment
She refused, saying how she didn’t want to come over, and that all she wanted was to go home. She continued to cry without saying another word.
I didn’t say a word, and after five minutes of deliberating just walked towards the curb and signaled to the next available cab. Bracing for more resistance, I nevertheless grabbed her hand to lead her in. Surprisingly, she came quickly, got inside the cab, and off we went.
She kept crying on the way to my place, while I put my arm around her constantly repeating that everything would be OK.
Fifteen minutes later we arrived at my apartment complex. I paid the driver and both of us got out and made our way towards the elevator. At this point most of the
tears had dried of her face, but she was still skeptical of my true intentions by prudently choosing to walk few steps behind me.
She barely entered my apartment. She came inside, and stood next to the front door, getting even more suspicious and watching my every move.
I went to the kitchen and asked her what kind of drink she wanted. She refused any offers, so I poured her a glass of Medellin’s finest tap water and slowly handed it to her.
I tried to put her at ease by asking her to sit down, telling that as a guest in my place, I don’t feel comfortable when someone views me, as a host, with so much suspicion and hostility.
She finally eased a little, and sat on the couch with me. I sat next to her giving her just enough space to remain comfortable.
I looked deep into her eyes, and told her how much I enjoyed finally meeting her after talking so long on Facebook. I told her that I had a great night with her, and that I greatly enjoyed her company. Then I told her that it made me very upset seeing her cry earlier, and that I hate to see any girl cry especially if she’s with me.
I asked her if she had a good time with me. She nodded slowly, but decisively. I told her that she looked very sexy that night, and how every guy was checking her out and was probably jealous of me.
She let out a slight smile, then looked down at the floor in an effort to avoid any further eye contact.
I commented on how delicious her lips looked all night, and how much I wanted to kiss them. She eased up a little, her body becoming more relaxed and comfortable. I paused, looked away, looked back, and slowly leaned in for the kiss. There was slight resistance, but nothing that I haven’t experienced before.
We made out for a bit on the couch, slowly escalating the sexual tension. After it was too much, I grabbed her hand and lead her to my bedroom.
I pushed her onto my narrow bed and began removing all her clothes, while kissing all over her smooth skin. Once the clothes off, the true extent of her slim and tight
figure was revealed. She was maybe 5’6 and weighing not more than 100 lbs.
We made love several times that night. Around five in the morning, remembering that she had somewhere else to be early in the morning, she started to get ready by putting on sexy clothing that covered her irresistible body.
I walked her to the door, gave her a kiss, and wished her a nice day.
Several hours later, after I woke up for the second time, I finally realized that she went home allegedly penniless since I never gave her any cab money.
The next day, she sent me a series of Facebook messages accusing me of being "bad" by "taking advantage" of her and luring her into my home, etc. She messaged me almost every evening from then on — a marked change from a couple times a week before we went out.
She wanted to see me again, but never did. I was too busy luring new prospects into my man cave anyway I could, and by pretending that the cab money is safely stored in my apartment usually worked with predictable accuracy.
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Same game they play in MANY other cities. You did well my man but am a bit surprised you put up with any of her inital bs but the worm turning (as it were) at the end, where she contacted you continuously is quite humorous. The hunter eventually became the hunted… I’d give you 9/10
You guys are funny, in Brazil we do this stuff when we are 16 to 22. Spending the night on a beach, making out with a poor wrong side of the tracks girl, etc. Romantic, but mostly a teenage thing.
I mean, a samba dvd ? That would be like watching a hillbilly or hip hop dvd in America. You wouldnt tell your friends you did it.
It is nice, but we move on, because we usually find a great girl.
I wonder what you Americans do when you 17, to think this stuff is so exciting when you are 30. Get drunk and have quick sex with macho feminist girls?
I think this comment was meant for the other post: http://www.mavericktraveler.com/p-girl-lapa-1/.
id give you a 2/10 for just getting laid but serioulsy dont bs people you obviously paid her for sex and the reason is she was drunk so she made out with you in the club to do this is so simple any guy could achieve it but to actually get to want to bang your ugly self is see as a very hard task thats why you needed to pay her and besides you obviously should pay for everything seeing as she is hot you are not and you are a foreigner please never go to latin america again you dipshit, you are a embarassment…
You made a woman cry. You are officially a piece of shit. No wonder why you can’t get laid.
Did you miss the part where he mentioned that they “made love several times that night”?
go fuck yourself you bloody dirty bitch…regardless your fucking opinion there are tons of spoiled bitches that should be treated only this way to show them who is who….
Well played sir. And ignore the Latino trolls who wish they had the dinero for some sexual tourism of their own.
yup, isn’t that the truth.
In my experience, women from countries with a sexist culture can be a real pain in the ass. They take for granted that you would pay for everything and you would have to do whatever it takes to please them, but not as game of flirting and seduction with it giving and taking. Just because you are a supposed to. If you don’t, they whine and use emotional blackmail.
Very true, well said.
You sound like a total fucking creep.
Well Jenny, to me he sounds like a perfectly rational guy, who didn’t allow himself to get played by some gold-digging chica.
Lame men, they’re everywhere.
It’s easy to tell that you are a complete jerk. Latin American woman not only are “sex-facilities” we are family minded, we don’t go to bed at the very begining.
No doubt you’ve dated a bitch, a reall slut in downtown hahaha.
what is your problem with reall women? with decent and nice women.
you’d better go to the doctor, surely you’ve got AIDS, dating whatever mop you find lying down in the street.
GRINGO you should be a great dancer , specially in bed…hahaha
WTF? Just because he doesn’t wanna get played by some girl?? He paid for everything, she didn’t have to lie and say she didn’t have cab fare! Madre mia aveces flipo con vosotras, no sabeis nada y en seguida juzgais….
You absolutely have to lie to Colombian girls, they are the biggest cons on the planet! they will play you relentlessly, so why can’t we do it to them? These girls will lie their fucking asses off, flake out on us, cancel plans at the last minute, cheat on their loser broke colombian bf’s behind their back with us and you want us to RESPECT these women? Colombians are slippery people not to be trusted. Screw them before they screw you should be your motto- but make sure you do it with a nice smile, just like they do to us. btw, Medellin is totally played out and finished as a destination.
@b2bf7bc600d3602ba988e838e2ade709:disqus well said, man. seems like the others either don’t really travel and/or simply don’t understand basic human psychology.
What a total douche u are
This blog post reminded me of a guy who puts drugs in the drinks of girls at night clubs and then rapes them. My little sister was raped once and this post made me think of what she went through. That was the first image that my brain came up with while reading your post, that and I couldn’t get the image of a pedophile out of my mind. Not sure why…
@913dcf6d8bb678ad980cc34c09b9de4b:disqus i think you misread the post. nowhere it was written even closely to what you just said above.
I go to Cali from UK and prefer women there. Medellin is notorious for the ‘hard to get’ women.
hard to get and always “looking for something” Especially those that hang around El Poblado area of Medellin.
if they live around El Poblado is probably because they have way more money than you probably do, other thing is if you are looking for the “easy-way” of course you will find her and she would want something for you, or what do you expect, otherwise a very nice girl for sure is looking for something: a gentleman that takes time to know her and is worth it which for sure you are not able to offer. If you are looking for someone that behaves like a whore of course you will need to pay for it, otherwise just take the things slow and if she is worth it it won’t be easy.
Maverick, you clearly extracted sex from a woman who didn’t want to play it with you. I would neither give you a man wink and a pat on the back, nor label you as a crafty woman abuser. I just thought you knew that, in the Colombian big cities and Medellin in particular, girls are quite open to casual sex only in their late teens to early twenties. After that, if they’re still single, they’re usually looking for a stable, long-term relationship with a committing man. You said this girl was 28, so pretty mature for a one-night stand. And the fact you had to work so hard to get a date from her means she wasn’t that much into you anyway. I know mature men who have neither the looks nor the money and they have the life of Riley in Medellin. The secret: they date and have sex with girls in that age range who are OK, when not keen, to play the casual sex game. If you had met a 21 or 22 it would have been very different, I can guarantee you.
Well, I like the honesty in your reply and the insight about what she was *possibly* looking for.
Truth be told she was feeling me from the beginning but took some tries to get her out of the house, well, because like any girl she wanted to play games, and I was up for it.
Glad you took the high road with your comment and didn’t write what the others have.
This is absolutely wrong what you did. She clearly didn’t want to have sex with you (at least at that stage), and u basically f*ed her against her will. Just put yourself in her shoes: she is looking for Mr Right, saving herself for someone special, and then comes this guy, tricks her in his bedroom, f*ks her against her will and leaves. This is absolutely wrong. There are plenty of women who give up sex after few dates and some effort on man’s part, and there is no need to emotionally traumatize those women who don’t want to give it up easily.
Btw, I live the same lifestyle as you do, travelling around the world and fooling around with many women (hundreds by now). I realize from my own experience that it is hard to have this lifestyle and not hurt some women’s feelings, but still, u gotta respect women – after all, they are the source of our happiness
Yo Mav, not that you listen to these negative people on here anyway. In my book and just to be clear, I am a man of travels outside of the US. You did her exactly as she wanted to be done. You didn’t force her, you didn’t drug her, hell you didn’t even get her drunk. You put in your time, finally met up, had a great night out, she pulled some ol bs and ended up giving up the prize. What’s the issue? None. She was 28, well she really knew what the deal was. Go Mav, get busy, go Mav, get busy!!!!
The haters on here are tragic. You did what any man would do if he knew what he was doing. Great work.
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