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So, uh, how does the local country know about you working there remotely for a US based corporation?
GLLLLLL bro. You'll make it to South America soon enough. In the meantime, enjoy the Mexican hospitality.Dez89 said:
I really like Cartagena and will probably spend one of my turns there. I'm pretty much done with Medellin though.
I had considered there were "various sundries" he brought along that probably differed from the usual load out of say, a married man. If that's the case, for 3 days, you bring maybe one change of clothes, a toothbrush and prosper, no?
Definitely a fair point. I just like the "convenience" of a checked bag and I'm usually lugging around a backpack with my laptop in it (though this time I brought the backpack and left the laptop at home). That and I've never wanted to have to worry about what I can or can't bring in a carry-on, what amounts, etc. I typically bring some gifts for girls that I'm going to see that wouldn't get through.
Heh heh... I knew that would get a rise. Nothing crazy though, I usually bring Bath & Body Works lotions. A great product that they are typically unaware of and don't have access to. They are a big hit.Like what?
sounds exhausting. the wrong kind of exhausting.Well my Friday night date, Vanessa, cancelled on me too late to make other plans. I'd go through the whole story of what supposedly happened, but it's typical Colombian b.s. that only can happen here (it's literally like herding cats).
Saturday night's date with Maria was nice. We basically just went and got dinner and spent a couple of hours together. Didn't get a kiss, but didn't try either, and didn't really invite her back to the apartment. She seems like a serious girl, so I'm just going to go at her speed while exploring all the options.
A friend of mine, Dana, was supposed to come from Cartagena today to visit. She's a 24-year old virgin who has expressed some interest in the past of having me show her the ropes. But she made it clear that there would be no funny business while here. She has been teasing me a bit though, so who knows. But anyway, she wrote at lunch and said she can't come until Wednesday now because of blah blah blah.
It's like I'm in my 20's dealing with some of this chica b.s.
But hey... it's like I'm in my 20's!
How are you meeting these ladies? I assume you're going for sex but what is their angle? Are they interested in your charm, good looks, money, or American status?
Caveman33 said:
You can't please everyone. While many enjoyed the ArizonaRon tales, I enjoy the authenticity of your stories. Someone asked about your age and I agree that more background information would enrich the story. I appreciate you explaining the situation and your openness to exploring possibilities with a variety of young women. More detailed physical descriptors could make the story better. For instance, the lady in Mexico, was she large chested with a relatively flat bottom? How did things progress in the bedroom? What positions? I think all of this is pertinent to the story.
. I got downstairs, said hello to everyone, then went to the porter and asked if he had a way to get in. These are all private apartments so they don't necessarily have extra keys at the front desk. He checked and there was no key. He called the sister of the lady I rented the apartment from (the sister lives nearby) and she said she'd be there in 10 minutes. 30 minutes later she sent him a message saying there was a lot of traffic. 30 minutes after that she sent him another message that they had to send someone to the other side of town to get the key and deliver it to the building, and that I would get charged about $8 by the delivery guy. I would have paid $80 at that point. We all just sat in the lobby visiting and after a while my friend and her boyfriend left to pick up some things we/they were going to need. After being downstairs for 2 hours and 45 minutes, the guy finally showed up and thank God it was the right key. I felt like an absolute idiot 
. But people here tend to go with the flow, and my friends didn't seem too worked up about it. Not like I was anyway. Thank goodness I'd turned the gas off or it would have been a complete disaster. Somehow the food turned out way better than I even hoped, and all were impressed. My friend's mom, who I said is a great cook, went on about it all the rest of the day and the next. My friend, her boyfriend, and her friend all left to head to their apartment, and Mom and the niece stayed with me. I had a really nice time visiting with the mom and playing with the niece, but thank goodness for this kids show that she liked on youtube lol.
. Later she wrote to me that she was at Buenavista right about the time my guests were leaving. She said she was with a guy but that they were just friends, for me to come see her at the salon where she was getting her hair done. So I went over there, saw her for about 5 minutes, then she had to go back in and finish her hair (they were coloring it). I think maybe she just wanted to make sure I was who I said I was (first time we'd met). She said she'd write to me later about getting together. About 3 hours later I wrote asking her when we would see each other. She responded that she was still at the mall and that things had complicated. She wouldn't be able to spend time with me but she wanted me to come back over to say goodbye . I walked back over and she was on the phone, then she went over to talk to her guy friend, then she came over to me and said she was going to go look for an amiga and the guy didn't want to leave her, or something. I said cool, whatever, then went back to the apartment. . She hung for a while longer but it was getting late. She wanted to know when we would see each other again and I said next Sunday was good, since that's when she seems to be free. She said why not Saturday and I just sort of grunted something (I guess there's some hierarchy with girls and Friday/Saturday nights? You guys tell me).
