Colombia 2020 - Part 5

Read part 4 here

In the venue, it wasn’t long before we start to touch then eventually we made out. After a moment she said she thought kissing was a private thing and she felt shy about it. I took a step back.

I had recently watched a video of Nick Krauser who was, rightly so, insisting on the importance of reading The Mystery Method, which can be considered as the bible of pick-up. I had just read it when meeting this girl and a lot of ideas were fresh in my mind. I applied some of Mystery’s advises: the five questions game, the photo routine, some push-pull moves, etc. It worked very well, I enjoyed the date more and I think she enjoyed it more as well. Do read The Mystery Method. I didn’t find there was anything insulting, confrontational against women, malicious or bitter in it. It just explains how to create a win-win situation where men and women have fun in the seduction game.

I suggested going to my hotel, she agreed but said she wanted to eat something first. We had a few snacks then she was the one who said these magical words, “Let’s get the bill and go to your hotel.”

We went through the usual reception protocol of ID-checking and went upstairs. In the room, as soon as we came in, as I was removing my shoes, she asked, “Do you have protection?”

I was not expecting that. She was forward and knew very well what she wanted. I’m not complaining. I let her put the reggaeton video clips on TV (déja-vu?) while I went for a wee. Then she used the bathroom, quickly came back to the room, joined me on the bed and it was game over.

You must know now that Matt and I don’t really like telling stories where all stars align and where we try to look like modern Casanovas who do everything great from open to sex. So, let me be honest here and explain something I decided before the trip to South America. Maybe it is totally stupid but I’d rather tell the truth. I remembered that every time I filled a questionnaire at a sexual health check I was asked if I had sexual encounters with people from Africa or South America. That may not make any sense but I had decided to be extremely careful with STD’s as I was travelling to Latin America, and consequently decided not to go downtown on a girl. Unfortunately I love going down on a girl. I like doing it. It is a great way to make a girl extremely horny and make her reach clitoral orgasm. Usually after that I am less in a “ready to explode” mode and I suspect that it helps me last longer while penetrating.

This is why on that night with this girl, I did not take the time to go down on her. I was super excited, she was very horny and her moves were very sensual. I have never met cold girls in Latin America. As soon as I was inside her and started grinding, I felt I was close to come. So, I decided to make it hard and deep -after asking her if she was ok with it- while slowing down. I was also going out from time to time as again I felt I was close to come. She enjoyed it. Well we all think that you may say. There is only one guy in the world who can be sure: Rocco of course. I enjoyed it too. But then she made a sexy move and I could not hold it: I came after what must have been five minutes. She was still in this sexy position and I gave all I had. Even after ejaculation, it is still possible to go for a bit longer not that long though.. She got quite noisy which sounded great to me. After that, I had nothing left and was a bit pissed I could not go on. So, long story short, she probably liked it but not as much as if I could have lasted more. I was not so happy with myself. I was hoping I would have a second time a bit later in the evening. I knew that in such a case, the second time gets easier.

I called her a cab -as in all previous stories- and she texted me when home “the evening was great” with a heart and a kiss emoticon. She may have liked me despite my mitigated performance of the night, I hope.

Anyway, that was my goodbye gift from Colombia.

Before I flew to South America –I started with Argentina before Colombia, I had dinner with a group of friends and the married men were telling me they were envious. They anticipated that I would be surrounded by beautiful girls liking me while they had to stay home, work and look after their family. I told them they were wrong: I would probably feel lonely from time to time and would have to work hard to have romances with girls in South America through daygame (i.e. not relying on money, status or good looks), as in any part of the world. I also never ever naively believed I could rely on the exotic foreigner effect. Colombian guys may be short, they still seem to do quite good for themselves with the girls, and they dance reggaeton way better than me.

Also, before my sabbatical, as my acne got worse on my face, I went to see a dermatologist. Taking note of the various treatments I had before, and looking at my face, he said, “well, it is not the most severe acne but I think, given your age and the fact it is persisting, it’s now time to go for isotretinoine.” Isotretinoine is the active molecule known for its numerous side effects. However it is the last-resort, most efficient option to get rid of acne, needing follow-up with blood analysis during treatment. I had decided to wait and do it after my sabbatical. Doing it while in South America would have been inconvenient. I accepted that I would have to practice daygame with my pizza face and that was it. It got even worse during my time in Colombia but the good thing is that with enough self-belief, girls don’t see it as much as you do. On the date with the girl of the last story, when playing the five questions game, I asked her which part of my body she liked the most. She replied straight away, and I felt she was not making it up, “I like your face.” She also mentioned I was charismatic -I am not that much but daygame helped me improve a bit. It is almost as if noticing a personality trait was preventing her from noticing a physical flaw. Good news for me. Daygame is a lot about self-belief. It may sound cliché, like a quote from a self-development book, but I think I spent enough time doing daygame to mention it.

I did not share all details but during this trip I went through a lot of rejections, boyfriend objections, last-minute date cancellations and girls not turning up to dates with no notice. Daygame is hard, really hard, it is even harder when you travel alone far from family and friends, and when it is done in a language learnt with a phone app just before flying. But I like this because it thickens my skin and it prevents hordes of men from doing it too. It will always be niche and it’s better this way. It is hard but it is worth the effort. Next time you see an average-looking guy with a hot girl fifteen years younger, give him the benefit of the doubt: as hard to believe as it is may be he is a daygamer who fought against his limiting beliefs, most of them being about himself, and managed to make this girl feel good.