A Wild and Crazy time in Medellin - Part II
well we wake up the next morning, my cutie and i shower and lather each other up and hold each other and make some more nookie nookie and she gives me a great bbbj, with no raincoat. wow what a breakfast treat, we watch some tv, chill out, kiss alot, she tells me she loves me, hmmmmmmmmmm. i am still overwhelmed by her absolute cuteness, i mean damn she is adorable, she really looks 15 or younger but her cedula says it all, she really is 19. it never ceases to amaze me that i can land a very hot girl when i travel, mostly cause i am still shaking the effects of feeling like clark kent in america bumbling and falling all over myself. that's right guys i'm superman! look up in the sky! it's a bird, it's a plane! no! it's supergringo, snagging a cutie faster than a speeding bullet, able to land hotties with a single smile! now for those of you who criticize my constantly referring to superman / military jargon, well fellas seeing my buddies wounded in action in this war of marriage, coming out of it with missing limbs of pride, manhood and balls, bankrupt, depressed, high cholesterol, thoughts of suicide and heaven forbid going gay! i feel like a kid in a candy store or a pow that chuck norris just rescued. my pal george, man it's his 1st time out after 20 years of being in shawshank penitentiary and some of us are still green like bananas just waiting to be peeled by these sweet paisas, chicas or garotas, and for those who want consise info maybe your attention span needs to be elsewhere you won't understand this read between the lines "wisdom". so you can hit backspace on your browser right about now or enjoy the movie but please be quiet so the other patrons can enjoy. well we head out for breakfast and we realize the place is totally different in the daylight, tons of movement buses everywhere people going to school, work etc we hit a spot a block away and get some greasy eggs and laugh about the night before. my buddy says he tought he was in the thriller video or night of the living dead and i laughed so hard i got a great ab workout and started to sweat profusley. at this point with no hesitation my cutie grabs a napkin folds it and smiles as she gently wipes my face dry. i tell george: see man that's what i mean about these women outside america, they are so damn feminine, she is doing what comes natural to her which is nurture and cater to her man and making sure he is comfy at all times, she's establishing a bond between us. you'd never get a babe back home to do this much less cook and clean. she'd say something like: ok could you please stop it already you're embarrasing me. it's a simple observation but if you are aware of it as it happens it can be quite intoxicating, a womans femininity is a very subtle and seductive force of nature and as a man if you understand what is happening it can be very empowering and heightens the act of sex as you take what she willingly surrenders to you, but there are consequences as well which i won't get into. walk around the city and drop her off eventually so she can get a change of clothes and give her cab fare to get to work as my wingman and i hit the streets and explore. his jaw constantly gapes open from the amazement of stunning women all around him but at the same time he can't get over the poverty all around us. we get some fresh squeezed oj at a juice bar at the parque berrio metro station and chill out to watch the babes go by. we also decided that getting cell phones was a must so we proceeded to a few spots and settled for 2 inexpensive zte's with a high technology amber background light, wow, thought i was back in the 70's. we call walter about la " mona " for my wingman and he says she will meet us the following day, cool that's all set and george says we hit mangos tonight being friday. we head back to hotel d'greiff along the way encountering all the hustle and bustle, man i feel right at home like in nyc and i see that there are 2 strip clubs on the block, one is called conejitas and i don't recall the name of the other one. i thought about going in just to check it out but i've been there done that and not really into that scene anymore of coca hoes, trouble makers etc etc etc. and that was'nt my wingmans cup of tea either, though at the time a couple of them hanging outside were doable and smiling at us. there's a fried chicken joint next to one that looks like a hole in the wall, we nicknamed it " popeyes " cause we would do late nite runs there. a couple of blocks futher down in the direction of traffic on calle 53 on the right hand side is an open air market selling anything you can think of including 3 lbs of fresh strawberries for a whopping.50 cents. couple that with sliced mangos from the street vendors and i was in heaven. we go upstairs to chillout and just eat the fruit while overlooking all the hustle and bustle going on below us and into the park, pointing out all the hotties and then just taking a power nap before we head outside again. my cutie cannot get a babysitter but promises to spend all day sunday with me. hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm ok what to do. my buddy and i just settle for mangos together, hey maybe we'll get lucky. now i have not walked this much since i lived in nyc and man my legs are killing me. we get to mangos and pay the cover and man they are in full tilt party mode, tons of very good-looking babes.
however many were with there novios but some available ones as well. i filmed the babes sliding down the poles and dancing on stage while george drooled at the way they moved their tight glistening with sweaty sexy bodies, then two midgets came out of no where and they got the biggest cheer from the audience, even from me! i just found a place to sit to rest my weary legs and george found a couple of babes to dance with. i did'nt want to try to meet anyone cause shouting out my pickup lines even in colombia was just too much been there done that and i really did'nt see anyone looking better than my cutie. we stay till about 3am and head back and now see all the hookers walking around our block, there was a morena that had a knockout body but i just did'nt want to partake and break my rule of don't shit where you eat. so we just call it a night.
sunday comes and we call walter and my cutie to set things up. i get my cutie and off we go. on the way we run into a big traffic jam caused by a gay pride parade and man they are going full flaming throttle. walter weaves thru the traffic and drops us off at a mall called unicentro while he takes george to get la mona. it's an older mall nothing like oveido we'd seen a few days earlier, theres a free show going on like a cirque de soleil type thing so monica and i just sit on the marble floor like everyone else and snuggle up with her in front of me and my arms around her cucharita style and we blend in with all the other families and couples on the floor. she gives me sweet little kisses every 10 minutes and lays back into my chest and it feels really really nice. i really like the gfe thing and stopped the hardcore mongering after brazil a few years back, i got nothing against any fellas that do it but i just got burned out dealing with so many girls but at the same time it allowed me to sharpen my skills and evaluate in a much shorter span of time the vibes a potential gfe gives off, her demeanor and aspects of her femininity. hence, monica. my cell rings and it's my wingman and he's got his mona, he tells me: bro this walter guy came through this chic is fine man! i say: ok man just meet us at the top floor at the movie theatre and we'll double date. we meet get the tickets for transformers and realize we have almost 1.5 hours to kill so we head to the foodcourt. george girls name is mariana and she is a very good looking blond, not my type, but nevertheless any guy in the us would kill to be with a babe like her. we get introduced and sit down to eat, typical mall food, horrible! but to them it's the greatest thing cause they don't get out much or have guys that treat them nice. we head to the theatre and it's cool cause george and i have hung out before back home and tried to pick up women but the only ones available are fat, divorced, 2 or 3 kids, on anti-depressants, complaining about their bills and ex-husbands etc etc.
with absolutely no feminine qualities whatsoever and an incredibly overdeveloped bordering on hysterically mad sense of entitlement. the girls excuse themselves to freshen up before we head inside and we just look at them walk away and then we look at each other. i say: it just don't make no sense!
they come out smiling, we get the traditional popcorn and sodas and head to see the movie. while watching the movie my cutie snuggles up close to me and we kiss on and off during the movie. my wingman was also closing in on his target and would later tell me he thouhgt he was dreaming.
it was interesting to see optimus prime speaking in spanish as the movie had no english sub-titles, why would they right? well from there we head back to our hotel with both couples cuddling. the typical night of the living dead / thriller crowd is out and about being that it's now like 10pm.
hookers as well along with the same supporting cast from the night before. my cutie simply clung to me while mariana dug her nails into george as this was not her thing. we head to a rotiserrie chicken place around the corner to eat. we look like 2 regular couples enjoying themselves. we chat and talk about life and experiences but it's mostly george and myself chatting away and these two lovely ladies just staring at us and asking questions.
from there we head back to the hotel and just veg out in front of the tv with me and my cutie on my bed and george and his babe on theirs. make out city which leads to me getting a separate room for myself and my cutie and leave my wingman, who i was sure was ready to fire his missiles, and his babe to their devices. my what a lovely way to end the day in la ciudad de la eterna primavera.
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NO problems with the searches
I get searched on both sides of the Caribbean but so be it. For safty and annoyance, oh well. A previous return caused me to miss my connecting flight MIA. IAD and I had to stay over night then take the long way around.
Last out of Colombia I was search after the detectors and the cop worked like an Immi in US unpacked and had me repack my carry-on (first time); I was proud, they are learning.
Last trip the creapest fund was Spirit; Spirit sucks and sells junk foor on the plane. What they sell is over priced and you need credit and debit to pay. Poor who do not have either will starve and go thursty. Not even water! No radio or movie. I will try to keep away from them in the future!
Mike
[QUOTE=Chido]You don't. They just look a little harder at some than others. The worst I had they took out a punch and shoved it through the hard plastic of my suit case in a few different places. I have protien powder in sealed packets and they always open at least one of those.[/QUOTE]
Did you just fall off the pumpkin truck?
[quote=loso69][b][color=green][size=4]ejecutivo[/size][/color][/b]
... had time to check out ejecutivo first. ....
as i came back to my table after a smoking break, my half full beer had disappeared. :mad: when i complained, the waiter claimed a chica had finished my beer and asked if i wanted to order another one. i unceremoniously walked out!
loso[/quote]no disrespect intended but i suddenly have lowered your credibilty to rube bumpkin newbie with a camera in the big city. and this has nothing to do with slapping a woman of any profession (in public) as i didn't even quote that part.
you leave a drink unattended in a centro strip club? a club you frequent and are already identified as a gringo? colombians don't even leave their drink un attended while taking a [url=http://isgprohibitedwords.info?CodeWord=CodeWord140][CodeWord140][/url] with their drink in full view. and you go outside for a smoke and just leave your beer and you are alone?
i am totally speechless, even if you tell me you blend in, don't look like a sex tourst, can fumble around with conversational spanish and didn't wear your best watch.
please don't ever do this again in any bar where you are not a regular. why do you think the waiter brings the beer to your table and opens the beer right in front of you? it's a house rule and has nothing to do with being fancy.