I hope this isn't tll, but a back story I believe is warranted.
First of all, I love you guys and I say that barely drunk at this point. I am 42 years old and have never posted anything on the internet, ever, but the advice I've gotten on here just from lurking has been invaluable.
I'm still trying to hold the red pill down after swallowing it about 3 months ago. As I said, I'm 42 years old (look much younger.....yeah,yeah, I know), recently divorced after a 12 year marriage after get back from thailand in December, lost my job for being on leave too long in said thailand, have 3 children that won't speak with me (first ex wife lives with recent ex wife), quit my coaching job in September, only real friend took a new job as a warden in Boca Raton (I'm from Indiana ), have nothing to do with family other than being blood, and find myself currently in Mexico City.
On to Mexico City. I got into the city on Thursday night, had dinner around the corner from where I'm staying (I'm located about a 25 minute walk, 2 miles south of Condesa), and went to sleep early. Got up the next morning, headed to the gym down the street (stronglifts ), hit a cafe and paid with money apparently they have never seen before due to the inability to make change, and cleaned up to make a day/night of roma/condesa.
I walked around roma first, stopping at another cafe to recharge, got eye fucked and giggled at consistently, and just enjoyed the nice weather/attention (I've got Hola down) My Spanish sucks, I'm doing duolingo probably because it looks childish and my Spanish is close to a 2 year olds vocabulary. So yeah, strike one, but girls can speak some English, several telling me they want to speak English with me to practice. But I digress.
Lo siento. Last night.
I end up in condesa, patronizing the regulars mentioned on here, Patre Negra, Niuyorquina, celtics, and a couple others. I feel that I dress nice, I've learned a ton about style in the last six months and have stepped that part of my game up. Looks, I don't know, I'd Fuck me. I honestly think I'm a very good looking guy, especially after all the male tail chasing me yesterday in roma. Gross!
So it's loud in those places, I can't hear shit girls say, and I'm getting frustrated. I leave Patre Negra and decide to just fucking walk home, all the while getting pretty angry at myself for not manning up with someone, he'll anyone.
Just as I stated to walk home, a 6/7 maybe ( 2 guinness,2 dos equis,a shot of tequila, a makers mark, and whatever the hell else I forced down my throat said she was a 6/7) approached me and asked why a handsome man was alone. She was 24, Her father was German and mother is Haitain. She was light skinned with admittedly real breasts (don't really care, im sir mix a lot if you follow). This is already tlr, so I won't bore you with the whole conversation, but let's just say she has made it clear that it was on. She's with a group of about 6-7, one gay dude, and me. I couldnt keep track, seemed like new girls were coming in left and right. One girl a solid 7, one looked like she ran into the side of the building, in a car, going really fast. We go to whiskeys and dance,grab, make out, and really just need to take our clothes off at this point to finish.
Ok, here's where I'm lost guys. She says to me "you won't regret me tonight, I'll take good care of you. You will remember me." 1 hour later, I shit you not, we are closing the place down, and I basically tell her that I'm ready to spend some time with her in her bed. She says, "not tonight ". Wtf?????
I asked her if she was serious and she said yes. I said ooooookay and decided Fuck it, I'm not going to waste another second with her. I told her I was leaving and she asked if I had her number. I told her I had it (lie) and spent the next 30-40 minutes walking home and shaking my head/ talking to myself the whole way home. At 4am, in mexico city. Streets empty, other than the tranny that tried to force her way on me, digging in my pockets for money, man handling my sleeve of cookies from 7 eleven. Gross!
I'm not closing guys. I honestly don't know why. 12 year relationship, met recently divorced wife when I was 29. I know times are different, have I not adjusted/too fresh?
Again, you guys really are incredible and this site along with cernovich and a few others have kept me going. Hell, you have given me hope (no obama) and inspiration when I wanted to puss out and fall back into my ways.
Hope someone can help.
Take care fellas.
JA
First of all, I love you guys and I say that barely drunk at this point. I am 42 years old and have never posted anything on the internet, ever, but the advice I've gotten on here just from lurking has been invaluable.
I'm still trying to hold the red pill down after swallowing it about 3 months ago. As I said, I'm 42 years old (look much younger.....yeah,yeah, I know), recently divorced after a 12 year marriage after get back from thailand in December, lost my job for being on leave too long in said thailand, have 3 children that won't speak with me (first ex wife lives with recent ex wife), quit my coaching job in September, only real friend took a new job as a warden in Boca Raton (I'm from Indiana ), have nothing to do with family other than being blood, and find myself currently in Mexico City.
On to Mexico City. I got into the city on Thursday night, had dinner around the corner from where I'm staying (I'm located about a 25 minute walk, 2 miles south of Condesa), and went to sleep early. Got up the next morning, headed to the gym down the street (stronglifts ), hit a cafe and paid with money apparently they have never seen before due to the inability to make change, and cleaned up to make a day/night of roma/condesa.
I walked around roma first, stopping at another cafe to recharge, got eye fucked and giggled at consistently, and just enjoyed the nice weather/attention (I've got Hola down) My Spanish sucks, I'm doing duolingo probably because it looks childish and my Spanish is close to a 2 year olds vocabulary. So yeah, strike one, but girls can speak some English, several telling me they want to speak English with me to practice. But I digress.
Lo siento. Last night.
I end up in condesa, patronizing the regulars mentioned on here, Patre Negra, Niuyorquina, celtics, and a couple others. I feel that I dress nice, I've learned a ton about style in the last six months and have stepped that part of my game up. Looks, I don't know, I'd Fuck me. I honestly think I'm a very good looking guy, especially after all the male tail chasing me yesterday in roma. Gross!
So it's loud in those places, I can't hear shit girls say, and I'm getting frustrated. I leave Patre Negra and decide to just fucking walk home, all the while getting pretty angry at myself for not manning up with someone, he'll anyone.
Just as I stated to walk home, a 6/7 maybe ( 2 guinness,2 dos equis,a shot of tequila, a makers mark, and whatever the hell else I forced down my throat said she was a 6/7) approached me and asked why a handsome man was alone. She was 24, Her father was German and mother is Haitain. She was light skinned with admittedly real breasts (don't really care, im sir mix a lot if you follow). This is already tlr, so I won't bore you with the whole conversation, but let's just say she has made it clear that it was on. She's with a group of about 6-7, one gay dude, and me. I couldnt keep track, seemed like new girls were coming in left and right. One girl a solid 7, one looked like she ran into the side of the building, in a car, going really fast. We go to whiskeys and dance,grab, make out, and really just need to take our clothes off at this point to finish.
Ok, here's where I'm lost guys. She says to me "you won't regret me tonight, I'll take good care of you. You will remember me." 1 hour later, I shit you not, we are closing the place down, and I basically tell her that I'm ready to spend some time with her in her bed. She says, "not tonight ". Wtf?????
I asked her if she was serious and she said yes. I said ooooookay and decided Fuck it, I'm not going to waste another second with her. I told her I was leaving and she asked if I had her number. I told her I had it (lie) and spent the next 30-40 minutes walking home and shaking my head/ talking to myself the whole way home. At 4am, in mexico city. Streets empty, other than the tranny that tried to force her way on me, digging in my pockets for money, man handling my sleeve of cookies from 7 eleven. Gross!
I'm not closing guys. I honestly don't know why. 12 year relationship, met recently divorced wife when I was 29. I know times are different, have I not adjusted/too fresh?
Again, you guys really are incredible and this site along with cernovich and a few others have kept me going. Hell, you have given me hope (no obama) and inspiration when I wanted to puss out and fall back into my ways.
Hope someone can help.
Take care fellas.
JA