Wednesday night: Went out to try and hit Barzin. Had to call it off pretty quickly because my stomach grumbled with the 'you're in a new country, now die' shits. Lucky I made it back to my spot in time.
Thursday: Spent pretty much all day at the beach. About an hour in, an absolute stunner grabbed a seat next to me. She was alone, so of course I opened with, "Do you speak English?" Turns out she did. She ended up being from Vitoria (now I know what you guys are saying about that place), but mentioned her boyfriend lives here and was coming to meet her in a bit.
Did some day game as I ran some errands around the neighborhood after my beach day. Ran into a couple of girls on line in Starbucks. I transitioned my "Do you speak English?" into a 20 minute conversation with them at Starbucks. Ended up that they're both doctors, and had done some studying in the states. I immediately moved into my 'most interesting man in the world' ramble. I got the more extroverted girl's number, then texted her an hour later. She immediately texts me back, "Hey MaleDefined, you should text my other friend instead. Her number is xxxxxx" Wow. That's not a jealousy cock block. That's COCK PROMOTION. I love it.
Was supposed to meet up with Capitan Peligroso later in the day/night but we couldn't link up. I could've used him too, because a couple hours later a pipelined OKC girl shot me a message saying she was over by where I was. Except she was with a friend. In America, I wouldn't even reply back, but fuck it, I'm in Brazil let's see where this goes. We have a Caipirinha by my spot, then the friend proposes we go to Lapa because she has some friends there.
They just came from the protest, and openly told me that as it gets darker, it becomes more dangerous to be around there. I gently suggest that the protest is taking place between where we are and where Lapa is, but the girls say they know the buses here and they know how to avoid it.
Fuck it. I'm going to Lapa with a couple of bubbly 21 year old girls. As we roll through Copa, then Botafogo, then who knows where the girls note that traffic usually isn't this jammed up around here. Sirens are blaring everywhere, horns honking, cops on black motorcycles flying around the place like ninjas. Chanting gets louder, an angry monotone chant at that. The bus keeps going and the people on the bus are beginning to yell incomprehensible things at the driver, but the situations is getting worse. At that, hundreds of protestors come running down the street yelling, banging and smashing the bus. I've never smelled tear gas before, but fire through my nose and eyes tell me that's exactly what is going on here. This is everything TripAdvisor, or "How To Be A Carioca" never told me about. My girl is on my arm telling me how scared she is, and I'm cursing myself over the fact that I've trusted two 21 year old girls.
People exit the bus frantically, scattering in all directions. The three of us jet out, run, run some more until were out of breath from the combination of running and tear gas puncturing our lungs. My girl looks at me and goes, "you are the hero!" I wouldn't call myself that, but yes dear, I am the hero.
We eventually make it to Lapa where we meet up with my girl's cousin and her boyfriend. WTF, how many people am I going to meet? Mom next? We then duck into a pool hall, that any gringo would never step into. We played pool, kissed plenty, and had an awesome time. The whole group was trying their English out on me, I learned some Portuguese and it was all in all a pretty crazy, but really fun night. At one point, these dudes playing pool at the table next to me found out I was a gringo and that I liked futbol. In our best PortuSpanGlish we shot the shit about futbol, it was real. This type of night was the type of Rio I signed up for.
A few things:
-I've never had more fun on a date. There were no games to play. I totally shut that 'game' portion of my brain off. If you can ask a girl if she speaks English, get her number, meet her at the beach, then be persistent, than you to can have success here.
-Girls want their friends to meet guys. They don't play any games either. There is no jealousy. At the end of the night, I knew I wasn't getting laid because she lives with her mom and said she'd be home by 12. I pushed for it, like any Brazilian guy would but she couldn't. What was great was that her best friend and her cousin were the ones egging her along to go home with me. Once again, COCK PROMOTION.
-I'm beginning to throw out much of what we're programmed to do in America. Aggressiveness that would get me slapped, or arrested in America are perfectly normal, and even promoted. Also, persistence to the point of almost being annoying works here. An American girl would simply text me with, "stop talking to me" with my persistence.
-No matter how many books you read about Brazil, you cannot prepare for the culture change here. What's up is down, and down is up. There is a learning curve that could take weeks for the unprepared, and a week for even the most prepared. In addition to Roosh's book, and the forum posts, I'd encourage you to take a look at The Maverick Traveler. I really connected with many of his insights.
Prob do up Lapa tonight. Last night's girl wants to meet. I have another piplined girl and her friends who want to meet. Also, will prob meet up with Capitan Peligroso at some point today or tonight.
Thursday: Spent pretty much all day at the beach. About an hour in, an absolute stunner grabbed a seat next to me. She was alone, so of course I opened with, "Do you speak English?" Turns out she did. She ended up being from Vitoria (now I know what you guys are saying about that place), but mentioned her boyfriend lives here and was coming to meet her in a bit.
Did some day game as I ran some errands around the neighborhood after my beach day. Ran into a couple of girls on line in Starbucks. I transitioned my "Do you speak English?" into a 20 minute conversation with them at Starbucks. Ended up that they're both doctors, and had done some studying in the states. I immediately moved into my 'most interesting man in the world' ramble. I got the more extroverted girl's number, then texted her an hour later. She immediately texts me back, "Hey MaleDefined, you should text my other friend instead. Her number is xxxxxx" Wow. That's not a jealousy cock block. That's COCK PROMOTION. I love it.
Was supposed to meet up with Capitan Peligroso later in the day/night but we couldn't link up. I could've used him too, because a couple hours later a pipelined OKC girl shot me a message saying she was over by where I was. Except she was with a friend. In America, I wouldn't even reply back, but fuck it, I'm in Brazil let's see where this goes. We have a Caipirinha by my spot, then the friend proposes we go to Lapa because she has some friends there.
They just came from the protest, and openly told me that as it gets darker, it becomes more dangerous to be around there. I gently suggest that the protest is taking place between where we are and where Lapa is, but the girls say they know the buses here and they know how to avoid it.
Fuck it. I'm going to Lapa with a couple of bubbly 21 year old girls. As we roll through Copa, then Botafogo, then who knows where the girls note that traffic usually isn't this jammed up around here. Sirens are blaring everywhere, horns honking, cops on black motorcycles flying around the place like ninjas. Chanting gets louder, an angry monotone chant at that. The bus keeps going and the people on the bus are beginning to yell incomprehensible things at the driver, but the situations is getting worse. At that, hundreds of protestors come running down the street yelling, banging and smashing the bus. I've never smelled tear gas before, but fire through my nose and eyes tell me that's exactly what is going on here. This is everything TripAdvisor, or "How To Be A Carioca" never told me about. My girl is on my arm telling me how scared she is, and I'm cursing myself over the fact that I've trusted two 21 year old girls.
People exit the bus frantically, scattering in all directions. The three of us jet out, run, run some more until were out of breath from the combination of running and tear gas puncturing our lungs. My girl looks at me and goes, "you are the hero!" I wouldn't call myself that, but yes dear, I am the hero.
We eventually make it to Lapa where we meet up with my girl's cousin and her boyfriend. WTF, how many people am I going to meet? Mom next? We then duck into a pool hall, that any gringo would never step into. We played pool, kissed plenty, and had an awesome time. The whole group was trying their English out on me, I learned some Portuguese and it was all in all a pretty crazy, but really fun night. At one point, these dudes playing pool at the table next to me found out I was a gringo and that I liked futbol. In our best PortuSpanGlish we shot the shit about futbol, it was real. This type of night was the type of Rio I signed up for.
A few things:
-I've never had more fun on a date. There were no games to play. I totally shut that 'game' portion of my brain off. If you can ask a girl if she speaks English, get her number, meet her at the beach, then be persistent, than you to can have success here.
-Girls want their friends to meet guys. They don't play any games either. There is no jealousy. At the end of the night, I knew I wasn't getting laid because she lives with her mom and said she'd be home by 12. I pushed for it, like any Brazilian guy would but she couldn't. What was great was that her best friend and her cousin were the ones egging her along to go home with me. Once again, COCK PROMOTION.
-I'm beginning to throw out much of what we're programmed to do in America. Aggressiveness that would get me slapped, or arrested in America are perfectly normal, and even promoted. Also, persistence to the point of almost being annoying works here. An American girl would simply text me with, "stop talking to me" with my persistence.
-No matter how many books you read about Brazil, you cannot prepare for the culture change here. What's up is down, and down is up. There is a learning curve that could take weeks for the unprepared, and a week for even the most prepared. In addition to Roosh's book, and the forum posts, I'd encourage you to take a look at The Maverick Traveler. I really connected with many of his insights.
Prob do up Lapa tonight. Last night's girl wants to meet. I have another piplined girl and her friends who want to meet. Also, will prob meet up with Capitan Peligroso at some point today or tonight.
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