After Jaco, I'll never go anywhere else.
The true profession of a man is finding his way to himself Herman Hesse.
Jaco was my best trip ever anywhere. A heaven on earth for regular guys. Completely unique, no place like it anywhere, its your playground in paradise. Life is what you make it, in Jaco that can actually happen. My amazingly great experience there inspired this extended post. You guys need to see the real picture, and the whole picture. What it comes down to is this: Everywhere else, regular guys are forced like lepers to some seedy district on the wrong side of town. Then get it done quickly, uncomfortably, all the while nervous about getting caught. In Jaco the girls are a natural, normal, comfortable part of the scene, woven into the fabric of the town. Right in the open, at all the bars and clubs, right there, waiting for you. Go out, just like to a regular bar, talk, laugh, hang with your buddies, and talk to any girl in the place. Trust me, they are competing hard for you. If and when the feeling strikes, score. Score at will. If you just want a night to take in the scene, it's a great scene.
First, Jaco is cheap and easy to manage, and the perfect size. Every great beach town has its main strip with open air restaurants, clubs, etc, where everyone wants to go. Jaco's is still in the goldilocks zone, it hasn't yet blown up to the point where its crazy jammed and overpriced. Has a great feel, you walk it, look over the clubs, street vendors, and open air restaurants. And. And. Its got the card that trumps all others, mega numbers of available girls, waiting for you. All right in the open. The massage joint girls are right on the main strip sidewalk, "massage sir?" Its normal. Just like Bangkok, but better, its more comfortable, easy, no aggravating people jams and rip off prices. Here a downtown Airbnb right off the strip (Google "Jaco bachelor pad Airbnb" for available ones) is $40/ night for 1 BR apartment, girls are $100-150, and you can get a great meal out for $10-15.
And girls for $100-$150, that is for a whole night out. Even overnight, if you click. Do the math. Compare that to the USA. Average USA escorts for an hour of clock watching are $500-700. Walk in, nervous uncomfortable hellos, drop the envelope, off to the races. 45 minutes from entry (into the door, not her! You get signals to leave. Walk out, wonder why you just did that. If you want the full dinner date, 5 hours, its easily $1500-2000. And no backing out if her personality is a brick wall.
Jaco is a different story. So, what are you up for? A full night out, go to a few bars, find your dreamgirl, talk to her, get to know her, have 4-5 drinks and score? Check. Want to try to set a record, start at noon, and keep banging till you pass out? Check that too. Hell, do both, on different days! What's different is that it's a regular singles bar atmosphere, so go drink, talk, laugh, hang with your buddies. Then when the right one comes along, score. Score at will. The whole vibe and spirit will be new to you.
My dreamgirl night at the cocal, one of my most memorable ever, inspired this long post. Cocal is incredible. Remember this is a 4. 5 star oceanfront resort, casino, two beautiful beachfront bars with DJ's, and great restaurant. At night the palms are lit up, the oceanfront atmosphere is fantastic. Dress in a jacket, you'll be right in place.
My night there? I walked in alone, nervous as hell, and was floored by the whole thing. I expected some half ass place, with 50 guys attacking 10 girls. Wow, what a surprise. Girls were amazing, lots of dresses, heels and full makeup. They dress the part, they are competing. For you. For once.
After a tour of the grounds, started talking to a girl that checked all the boxes. Really hot looker, she started talking. But a bit scattered. Anywhere else, I would have put up with it. She even might have been fun, in a wild way, but here you have a lot of choices, so I moved on. Another drink got me right in the groove. Girls will definitely approach you left and right, they are competing for you. Felt amazing, to be the object of attention at a bar for once. One started talking to me, was actually sweet, great smile, but just a little too heavy. Any other time and place, in the USA, I would've been happy just talking to her, buying her drinks and getting a phone #. Then calling her, lets go to dinner, then another date, yadda yadda yadda. But not here.
OK, three is the magic number. The last girl was even better looking than the first, very hot, definitely spun my cage. Really tight body, hot little ass, spinner, 100% my type. Perfect. She's the one, full speed ahead. English was good enough, we used Google translator, which I also love cause I have a stammer, especially with new people, and especially with women. Everyone has a story, if you listen. She was from Nicaragua, very poor family, alcoholic father, working her way up, going to college for art and design. Had a sharp, professional college girl look, perfect hair and makeup, dress and high heels. A self made person, she pulled some strings to get into college. Understood people, and how the real world operates. I said to myself, "hey, wow, that's right" several times during the conversation. After the second drink, she sketched a (masterful) abstract impression of my personality on paper, I still have it.
OK, third drink was done, I had that great alcohol / new connection to beautiful girl high. If it ended right there, it would've been great, but the main event was yet to come. We proceeded back to the room, another drink and conversation. Finally, off to the races. Unbelievable. Was this really happening? Oh yes it was.
Started slowly, almost awkwardly, but everything fell into place beautifully. Kickoff was a BBBJ in living room, actually had to slow down to not end quickly in her mouth. Next stop, bedroom, as we walked over I pulled up her dress to watch that perfect ass in black panties and heels, aww mann, unstoppable. Moved to the bedroom, was so high and hot I went down on her, everywhere, had her on all fours and was dining at the why from behind. We progressed to sex, then to anal (my fav. Doubling the donation overcame her initial reluctance) . Actually turned up the lights to watch, she said please, go ahead, it was flattering to her!! I'll never forget sliding up and into her rear end, doggie style, then releasing up there for what seemed like 2 minutes. What a fantasy, heaven on earth.
Afterwards we talked, she said I "was her favorite guy", aww, who knows if it was 100% true, and how she "loves her work", and "not using your talents is the stupid thing; I do what I have to do". Apparently, she worked for some * clothing shop owner, 6 hours a day, and made like $500 a month (apparently a typical unskilled worker salary in Nicaragua). Here, she can dress up (which she loves), have guys attracted to her, and have sex ("who doesn't like sex, are you crazy? And make $500 in a day. "Many girls would love to do this, they just need a safe place to operate."
OK, round 2 is much harder for me now, but had to go for it. Since I just finished up her ass, attention now focused on the other two options. Started with some mish with GFE kissing, she didn't French, but was intense anyway. Then I pulled out of her, lost the cover, and "moved up one" to service her mouth BB. She didn't deep throat, but I was going pretty fast and hard, and she took it like a champ. Wanted to move back up into her mish BB, crazy, she sensibly stopped me. Things were too intense to stop for another cover, so I moved back to her mouth BB. Jacked it to help it along, and then I CIM, she spit it out after a polite pause.
After a quick shower, she was back, I was laying back watching her get dressed. As she bent over and pulled on her panties, I studied her perfect tight ass, and thought how I had just cumm in her rear. Like she's this well-spoken college girl in a nice dress, art and design student, but I just had her, right back there. Its how guys think. Amazing, funny, guys have to deny they want that, and are forced into guilt about it. Here, it all felt OK, no guilt, like it was normal. Off in a taxi, she waves goodbye. I looked at my watch, wowww, 6 hours together.
I'm below average in looks, and have a variable stammer, which I've learned to hide. Never, ever got anywhere with women, this one was a saint, unforgettable, a very very special experience for me. Much hotter than any girl I ever got on my own, by a long margin.
Right then and there I remember deciding that this was the best place anywhere for a regular guys paradise. By far. My last trip was to Amsterdam, which has this great reputation. Really? The girls aren't a regular part of the scene here, not allowed in regular bars. I walked like an outcast to the red light district, to a bunchy of alleyways. Walked up and down like a mook, looking in windows. One gal looked really nice, pleasant, smiling, so I entered her booth. Place was a closet, only smaller, and really messy. And the smiling was quickly over. No English, and she basically motions "hurry up lets get this done". As I was banging her, she looked at her watch. I was out of there in 15 minutes. Back out in the alley, I'm thinking "hmm I flew across the Atlantic for this."
The red light district is the first stop every place I go in USA or Europe. And nothing compares to Jaco. London, Paris, Amsterdam, NYC: Big cities, jammed, everything's a hassle, $400 a night hotel, then a $30 cab ride to a $50 cover charge clip joint with $15 beers and a VIP room for $20/ song semi nude. Or calling a service, and looking over your shoulder while you walk alone to a hotel to find she's 10 years older and 20 pounds heavier.
Any guess as to where I'm going next trip?
Oh, and I get a lot of PMs regarding girl friendly airbnb places. Just google "bachelor pad jaco airbnb" and it will pull them up. Forget about the Airbnb site search, for obvious reasons.