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.
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.