Colombia 2020 - Part 4

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I met her at Starbucks and took her to a cool bar I had discovered a few days earlier. From the first ten minutes it seemed I was wrong: she was a bubbly student, passionate about what she was doing, fan of electronic music and we played a game where I was singing – badly - pieces by French DJs. If she could not guess the singer, she had to give me a kiss on the cheek. After thirty minutes, I ran my usual “imagine we are on a bridge in Paris, blah-blah-blah” and we started making out. She was putting a lot of tongue and while I like using it a lot too, I couldn’t find the right mutual rhythm using lips as well as tongue. Strange. She was so hot and sensual that it was still pleasant making out with her. I was still very excited.

I suggested going to my hotel get some beers from the fridge and she agreed, still saying she could not stay long as she had early classes in the morning. As with the previous Airbnb, back at the hotel we had to face a similar situation: we were greeted by a “welcoming” team composed of a rather masculine girl in charge of night security and two young guys manning the reception. The three of them were behind the counter, staring at us. Look at this guy in his late thirties, not exactly looking like Brad Pitt, bringing this young hot girl back to the hotel, it is clear he is paying for it. One of them asked my girl for her ID, which is normal protocol, and asked if she was staying for just a moment or for the night. How do you think this makes the girl feel? Social pressure is always hard to deal with for a girl in the seduction dance, but that is even worst in this case.

In my room, I asked to put the video clips on tv while I was going to the toilets. Always give room to a girl so she does not feel pressured. We spent some time on the balcony and then moved to the bedroom. Here I was, on my bed, fooling around with this girl astride me, my hands on her butt. These Colombian butts! They should be part of the Unesco protected heritage. It felt really good. The reggaeton videos, usually showing a bling-bling tattooed singer with one of more hot girls were actually a mirror of what was happening in my bedroom. I can’t sing, I am not famous, I am not as good-looking as J.Belvin, a famous singer in Colombian who also didn’t forget to be good-looking, but I did not envy him though: my girl was as hot as in the videos.

I started to remove her dress but she said we would not go further. So we just went on making out, with her pelvis pressing into mine, making me want more… but we didn’t have sex. Very pleasant and slightly frustrating at the same time. Needless to say that was her decision and that has to be respected.

Before she left, as I was sitting on the bed and as she was standing in front of me, I turned her around and told her I wanted to admire her butt one more time. She let me raise her dress and I spent one minute licking and kissing her bum, left and right, so that no-one feels left out. I asked her if she did squats, to which she replied, “no, just Colombian genetics”.

She suggested meeting the next day after her classes. We even explicitly talked about finishing what we started.

Before she left, I also invited her for a quick reggaeton dance. We started dancing and her moves were extremely sexy. But I was absolute rubbish at it. She looked at me almost disappointed like she was thinking ok let’s stop, you don’t know what to do, fine. That is a detail but if you have to play a game with a girl, or dance, or whatever, make sure you are good at it, especially when it is something with a sexual connotation. I failed at it miserably.

I called her a taxi, and as usual she texted me when safe back home.

The masculine girl at the reception made a comment I did not like at all before I went back to my room:

“Do you know there is an extra cost if you bring one more person?”

“I don’t think so, I booked for two people.”

“Let me check…ah ok yes but be aware that it has to be the same person during the whole stay. You cannot bring someone else.”

Her tone was sententious. I called it out again, maybe not the best answer, maybe too logical, maybe I could have done with humour instead but I was too pissed off.

“Look, she liked me, I liked her, as hard to believe as it sounds there is nothing transactional here. End of story.”

“That is fine. Just note it has to be the same person as I said.”

“Have a good night.”

The next day at breakfast, the same lady and one of the reception guys were still doing their shift. I could feel a tension in the air. I may be me misinterpreting but let’s face it: how could they know about daygame? How could they know that with a bit of self-belief and with a bit of abilities to make a girl feel good, it was possible for a guy in his late thirties or more, to attract a sexy girl without relying on money, status or good looks? Of course, they were now thinking I was a sex tourist paying for girls. To some extent, I feel sorry for them, if only they knew, they could have fun instead of judging people who get what they can’t get.

Anyway, the next day, do you really think this young beautiful student would not have buyer’s remorse, having to go through this embarrassing process again in a hotel right next to where she studies? Obviously not. She texted me she was not the kind of girl who would meet a guy for sex, that she enjoyed my company nonetheless and wished me to have a cool girl to have fun with. I was expecting that. Even at the time when, the night before, she suggested meeting again, I knew she would change her mind as soon as her temperature would go down. It was obvious. I understand her. And I know it could also be other factors. Maybe she was not that into me. Maybe it was my terrible beginner’s reggaeton moves who turned her off just before she left.

Yet still: I am getting close to forty years old. I have adult acne - story of my life, I will develop the topic later on. I am losing hair and getting skinnier during this trip - need to hit the gym when back to London. Despite all this, I was resilient enough to go through rejections and enjoy a sexy time with a hot Colombian girl, feeling like I was in a reggaeton video. As Matt likes to say: try this with Tinder.

One week later, it was time to go back to Bogota for a few days, before flying to Rio. I approached a nicely dressed girl with a sexy walk and swaying hips. Left, right, left, right. I stopped her in the street, which turned out to be just in front of her job. She was a student working part time. She seemed a bit embarrassed as colleagues were passing by saying hello but suggested to exchange numbers and meet later. We texted in the afternoon and agreed to meet after her work.

To be continued in Part 5