The First is the Roughest
After a really shitty experience with Delta losing my luggage, I started drinking pretty heavy. I must admit, traveling in Rio with a female cousin has had some advantages so far. My cousin is pretty clueless about the whole mongering thing. She's a really good looking woman in her twenties. So while hanging out with 2 non-pros, this Brazilian guy starts trying to talk to her. I must admit, this was funny to see, especially when he took a knee and asked her to marry him.
With my cousin safely back in Laranjeiras, it was time to go to work. Ran into a few familiar faces at TA. But was more interested in drinking. While the bill wasn't much, my stomach was on empty. Took this young PYT back to Laranjeiras where we continued to drink at a street bar. Then it was off to a makeshift love motel. The sex was interesting. She seemed to anticipate my every move. It was like she was in my head. It was the best ten minutes of the day. Don't remember her name, and didn't get her number. It was the 8 caprivodka's that I consumed.
Women seen more or less intrigued by my cousin an I together. It's kind of like having a cute child with you, or a little puppy. I got three phone numbers from women working a various stores in Centro. This is great. So today after exiting the metro at Largo do Merchado, I had my cousin wait at a little pizza place. I made a made dash for my favorite little 15 minute for R$30 place. This little spinner rode me like it was her job! Oh yeah, it was her job. This fifteen minutes ended up being better the the ten the previous night. I love this little place on Rua Benito Lisboa.
When i got back to my cousin about 20 minutes later, I gave her some song and dance about running into a store. I'm thinking I may go back tonight if my cousin falls asleep early like she says.
ryjer.