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More from Peru, which seems to be a hotspot for sexy fashion. I enjoyed it when I was there, with or without the fashion.
My “Girlfriend”
Or as she likes to call it, my “novia.” I don’t like to talk much about my own personal life, but my “novia” is sufficiently impersonal to the point where I feel okay talking about her (and myself).
Our relationship began with a bang. Literally. I had a friend visiting from back home, and he showed interest in the “casas” here in Medellin. It doesn’t matter which one, really, but he found a girl to his liking and ‘pulled’ her, as mongers like to call it. So I was looking at a half hour of doing nothing, or I could choose one of the other girls and spend my time… you know. I chose one who was my preferred type, tallish and with fair sized breasts. I don’t ONLY do chicas of that description, but I do find myself drawn to them.
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Thus I met my future “novia.” The session was fine, and “Consuela” gave me a pretty good GFE in our half hour of love, and somehow in the process of asking her if she did house calls (domicilos) and getting her phone number,
she began calling me her “novio” and herself my “novia.” I played along, not taking it seriously.
Consuela took it more seriously than I did, though her idea of what a girlfriend/boyfriend relationship entails is pretty limited. She’s very good at sending me sweet text messages. She calls me “mi rey” (my king), “principe” (prince), “cielo” (heaven/paradise), “mi vida” (my life) along with the standard “amor” and “mi amor.”
She also makes prodigious use of the emojis that are meant to express love and lust. To her credit, she also sends me pictures of herself, sometimes just sexy, sometimes outright nasty. In addition to that, she carves three hours out of her month to spend in bed with me, for which I pay.
Why do I bother with her? Well, she’s inexpensive and pretty decent in bed. At some point she may begin to make some demands beyond reciprocating her flattering talk. If she enjoys playing girlfriend via text messages, it’s no big deal.
Emojis are free.
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Lencería Liza Lingerie –
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Liza Lingerie show from the “Banana” discotheque in Lima, Peru. It took me a while to find out where it was. I hope everyone appreciates all the research I do.
Trusting Your Instincts
It’s true confession time here at Latin Travel VIP. I have been REALLY stupid with some of the chicas I have had dealings with over the years. And it wasn’t just once, it was multiple times. Luckily for me, my mistakes only cost me money, and did not result in physical harm or jail time. Nevertheless, realizing that I have been and still can be quite an idiot bothers me. Thus, for what it’s worth, I’ll try to pass along some advice that I wish I had taken many years ago.
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I used to think I was a pretty good judge of character. I found out the hard way that I WAY overestimated my abilities. In some respects, I think I WAS a good judge of character, but ONLY regarding my fellow gringos. I usually spotted the bozos and posers very quickly. Ah, but with the chicas, I didn’t do nearly as well.
One part of me knew that there was a gulf of language, culture and finances between me and the chicas I was associating with. I tended to trust the instincts that seemed to work well in detecting worthless gringos and mistakenly trusted them in my dealings with the prepagos.
First of all was the language problem. Although I spoke functional Spanish, it’s a far cry from being a native speaker. The subtleties in English that I was unconsciously using to judge my fellow gringos was missing in my dealings, in Spanish, with the chicas. I didn’t grow up in poverty, either, like a majority of the working chicas did. They may dress well, and they may be well-mannered, but they are often going home to a place you would consider a slum.
Bottom line: You aren’t in Kansas (or Florida) any more. Don’t rely on your instincts. It’s a JUNGLE out there. Beware. Use your BIG brain.
Your instincts don’t apply.