3am outside la favela. I stroke out.
Part of being red pill is accepting reality.
The girl I picked up from the same club two nights ago is staying in my hotel. She actually recommended it to me.
Earlier this evening, I came to her room and caressed her, touched her all over, but she said she was tired so I left and went to the club. I ran into her at la favela. Later on, I saw her make out with some tall white guy, then she disappeared, probably getting fucked as I type this. I wasn't that much into her, but it stings. She didn't have sex with me and preferred to get picked up by some random guy.
At la favela, I hit on all available girls. The later it was the shittier it got, too. The girls who had approached me earlier and I didn't like we're with some tall guys later on.
I did my best, including hitting on a girl outside the club as I typed this post. Still, going to my place alone. Got a couple of numbers, but they are almost useless cause I'm leaving soon.
Part of being red pill is accepting reality.
The girl I picked up from the same club two nights ago is staying in my hotel. She actually recommended it to me.
Earlier this evening, I came to her room and caressed her, touched her all over, but she said she was tired so I left and went to the club. I ran into her at la favela. Later on, I saw her make out with some tall white guy, then she disappeared, probably getting fucked as I type this. I wasn't that much into her, but it stings. She didn't have sex with me and preferred to get picked up by some random guy.
At la favela, I hit on all available girls. The later it was the shittier it got, too. The girls who had approached me earlier and I didn't like we're with some tall guys later on.
I did my best, including hitting on a girl outside the club as I typed this post. Still, going to my place alone. Got a couple of numbers, but they are almost useless cause I'm leaving soon.