I just returned from a glorious time in Mexico and need to share some stories, observations, and techniques.
I arrived in Mexico City around midnight on a Friday and after getting cleaned up at my hotel, I headed out right away into the neighborhood of Condesa.
I had never been before and knew nothing about it except the location of the streets with the most bars.
After popping into a couple on Tamaulipas to check out the vibe and not feeling it, I walked by a busy corner at Nuevo Leon and Laredo where I heard some great music and saw some great female silhouettes.
The bar had a neon sign above the door that read ‘social’ and it was not false advertising.
Upon entering, I noticed that just about every girl in there shot me a glance. Fuck yes I thought.
*Note: the guys in DF dress like clowns. Their clothes do not fit right and the colors are all wrong. I dress pretty well, not suited…but well put-together, and was eyefucked nearly everywhere. Having some style here is being like a lion with a gigantic mane.
Immediately I approached two girls at the back bar with ‘hola, habla ingles’ and they looked at each other, smiled, and said yes.
We talked about how people in Mexico meet each other and they both said usually through friends. Nice to know.
They were friends with the bartender and he poured me a nice shot of mezcal to go with my beer and I said my thanks and went over to the front bar.
Here were two other very well dressed girls on their own and I said again “Hola, habla ingles?” and they said yes with big smiles. Again we talked about dating and again they mentioned that nearly everyone meets through social circles and friends. Online dating is looked upon very poorly still. Good, I hate online dating.
These topics and the easy segue into sex-talk it allowed soon gave me a great idea. I took some paper and pen from the bar and had the girls write down 4 things:
-How they met their last romance.
-What trait they find most attractive in a man.
-from 0-100, what is the percentage that they would agree to a date with me if I just approached them like this, as a stranger.
-their home town.
I did this to about 6 other girls in the bar (telling them I was writing an article on relationships) and soon I had quite a reputation and a bunch of girls were competing for my attention.
I got pulled onto the dance floor by two of them…started making out with the hotter one and then bounced away.
Within 5 minutes, I was making out with another girl…one of the first ones I talked to, and when I finished there, another girl pulled me over to dance. Fuck!
I thought for sure I was getting laid that night but it didn’t happen, they were all with friends and were unwilling to leave with me alone. They did all agree to dates…but I don’t do dates when traveling. Fuck it though, good times.
The second day I spent exploring Condesa and eating some knock out fucking tacos.
That night, I went back to social and chatted up the bartender who said I was welcome there any time because of last nights antics. Cool guy.
It was pretty dead though (Sunday) so I went to the bar that is directly across from Social. This place was going strong…great dj and packed. I got let in although I saw some solo guys get denied entry (dress well next time motherfuckers) and even though there were more guys than girls in there, the girls looked like fun.
I warmed up talking to a few but the place was really loud and most people were dancing. It was hard to hold a conversation. So I just started dancing with one and making her laugh by saying Me gusta el mano, me gusta la boca, me gusta la cadera, etc…until I exhausted my tiny Spanish vocabulary. We ended up kissing but again she refused to leave with me.
Next day I rented a car and drove down to Oaxaca. Amazing place: peaceful people, fascinating architecture, strong mezcal, tons of festivals…it seemed like there was a constant party going on all the time, and even though I arrived on a Monday, there was plenty to do at night.
The night I arrived there was a total lunar eclipse and there were a lot of people out on the rooftop of a bar to view it. The view was flawless in the dry mountain air and the moon was my wingman.
I had brought a pad and pen out with me and was ready to do some official interviews.
Went up to a couple of girls…one was an extremely good looking blond and the other was a chubby ugly one. I asked them both my four questions and had them write down the answers, then we got into a stimulatimg conversation about sex and relationships.
I couldn’t stop staring at the blond, she was getting hotter the closer I got to her and all of a sudden my game turned on. Was like Jordan in the finals.
I gauged that she was into spirituality (traveling, 23, watching eclipse, tried ayahuasca) and used that as leverage. Waxed poetic about living in the moment, the ancient sexual celebrations under lunar eclipses, how the moon and earth pull made you horny, more sperm is produced during an eclipse (damn right the moon is a good wingman) and continually touching her arm and leg…all the while keeping her fugly little friend in the mix. That was truly the hardest part…I kept complimenting the fat one to keep her approving me while making fun of the blonde to get her wanting my approval. But there was an eclipse this night and the “celestial bodies were aligning” (I used that phrase and the two Spanish speaking girls squealed in excitement—the moon is my favorite wingman now).
This went on for about 45 minutes and the fatty said ‘oh we need to get up early, lets go’ I saw the disappointment on blondes face. She didn’t want fatty walking back to the hotel alone so I said I would protect them both.
We walked to their hotel and I told the chubster that I really needed to talk to her friend alone for a few minutes. She knew what was up and was cool about it. Thank the moon gods I had been so nice to her because otherwise im sure she would have been blocking el cock.
Started making out with blondy and she was hot putty in my palms. Grabbed a cab, to my hotel…banged all night, slept for an hour, banged again and had her blow me in the morning. Fuck yeah. North Mexican flag (she was from Tijuana).
Next day I went to the heirve el aqua mineral springs to ease my soreness…cool place but there were too many tourists for my liking.
And that night I went out to the same area in the central district. My trusty pad and pen was with me and I did a bunch of interviews with the girls. This is such an easy way to meet women, impress them, and gauge their interest at the same time.
I will write a full detailed report on my results soon because I am going to continue this experiment here in New York. But holy shit, relationship-reporter-interview technique works so well it feels like cheating.
I heard a band playing some rock and roll in a club and went in. Lots of girls dancing and all the guys were against the wall looking nervous. I grabbed some girls and started twirling them around, watching them smile and have fun. Then I started pointing at people who were not dancing and inviting them on over. Most of the girls I did this to came to dance and only 2 guys did. So it was me and a dozen girls dancing, grinding and just fucking around.
I found one with a nice body and started sexualizing with her.
It’s a shame there is so much obesity in Mexico…the native girls would be really pretty if their bodies weren’t shaped like mashed potatoes.
Ended up stumbling out of the club with the nice body girl and taking her back to my hotel. No cockblocking at all so far in Oaxaca, just plane old unadulterated escalation game.
Next day the girl took me around town to some amazing little markets and little places to eat really traditional food and I have to say it was pretty fucking awesome.
That night I went back to the same rock club and the band was just finishing up. As soon as I entered I saw this blond/pink haired chick just staring me down unabashedly. I thought, “cool, that one will be easy” and went to the bar to get a beer before I approached. As I am getting the beer, the blonde comes right up to me and asks if I was lonely. I told her 'I actually like being alone but she seems nice'.
We chat for a bit and she says that she is friends with the band and invites me to the afterparty. We go to the most sketchy looking dive bar I have ever seen. Down into the basement behind some church, and its packed with people from Oaxaca. We chat and flirt and start making out. I make fun of her for approaching me and call her bossy a bunch of times. This gets her crazy and she finally asks when we are getting out of there. I am shocked at the ease of this bang and take her back to the hotel and fuck her in the ass and mouth and call her a bad girl.
She started crying at one point and told me she had a boyfriend. Then she also told me that I fuck like a pornstar and that she never does anal or lets her boyfriend cum on her face.![[Image: angel.gif]](https://rooshvforum.network/images/smilies/angel.gif)
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In the morning her doctor father comes and picks her up from the park in front of my hotel.
The next day I spend looking at all the incredible things that go on in the streets of Oaxaca during the day. Music, weddings, demonstrations…so much to take in and try to understand. Good stuff.
I drive back to Mexico city that evening, was extremely exhausted and only stayed out for a couple of drinks.
In the morning I awoke to my bed being rocked back and forth. My water bottle was shook off the bed stand. People were screaming in the hotel and the street. I saw a sign from the hotel come crashing down to the sidewalk. A motherfucking earthquake. I knew there was nothing that could be done so I just went over to my hotel window and watched the pandemonium in the street. Trees and stoplights shaking like crazy, everyone screaming, cars all stopped, buildings visibly swaying. It was pretty intense.
After the earthquake I went over to the Carlos Slim museum to check out the art and girls. There were tons of people there and some good looking girls.
The art was fantastic—two of my favorite things were on exhibition—Chinese ivory sculptures and ancient indigenous artifacts.
I stood staring at some of the ivory, staring hard at a piece of horn that had a herd of rhinoceros in it, when two girls came right up next to me and started looking at it as well. I said something about how detailed it was, but they didn’t speak any English and walked away.
But that incident got me thinking. So what I did was walk around for a few minutes until I spotted a pretty girl. Then I made eye contact with her, smirked a bit and nodded…just so briefly so she noticed.
Then I walked over to a piece of art that no one else was around. It was a monk riding on a turtle. A small piece that was not flashy at all but very detailed. Then I just stared at it intently, taking in all the details and curves. Sure enough, the girl I had nodded at came over in about 4 minutes to see what I was looking at. I mentioned the details of the piece, how ivory was such a sexy material, like a beautiful womans skin, and how the curves were also very feminine. She loved it and was glowing. She asked if I was an artist “yes” and her eyes got shiny. Then she asked where I was from. When I said New York her eyes got huge and I saw her rubbing her thighs.
It’s a fact that tons of girls, especially girls wandering museums alone, want to fuck an artist from New York.
We talked for a bit and I got her number and said we should hang out. She was super excited.
The technique of finding a hot girl, making the eye contact and head nod, finding an unpopular piece and staring at it until she came over—was employed five more times in just over an hour. I had four very solid numbers when I left the museum.
That night I went back to bar social and started talking to an attractive Mexican girl from Monterey. Her problem was that she was 29 years old, a doctor, and desperately wanting attention. When I did my interview on her she wrote that the most attractive trait in a guy was ‘how much he was into her’. I got that response only one other time and she was also an intolerable personality.
This girl, before I realized how lame she was, invited me to a club where her friend was djing. Sure, why not. We got to the club and she immediately started dancing with another guy.
I said whatever and danced my ass off with three other girls…one of them grabbed my chest to feel me and right after I grabbed one of her tits. She had that pretend shocked but I like it look girls get when you perform a great asshole move and then she touched me again. I grabbed her tit again and just danced away.
I found the most attractive girl in the club and started dancing with her but she wasn’t really into me so I just worked my dance moves with every other chick. 4oclock in the morning rolled around and I was beat. Tried to get some hipster looking chick to party in my hotel room with me but she wouldn’t leave her fucking friend.
Saturday I walked over to Polanco and talked to some people in the park about the earthquake and listened to some jazz.
Saturday night was my last night out (my flight left at 7am Sunday) and I napped until 10 and went out to bar Social. Here I interviewed 6 more girls and isolated the one who showed the most interest. Two hours later I was at the luxury apartment her daddy had bought her. It was in Polanco and had a sick view of the city. We fucked a little bit but my dick got soft in the condom. Then we had an argument because she wouldn’t blow me.
So I kept making fun of her, calling her ‘daddys little princess who gets whatever she wants’ and fingered her hard. Then she blew me and we started fucking again.
I heard her roommates come home and they both opened the door and walked in the room while my cock was in their roommate. I yelled and cursed at the drunk bitches and they laughed real loud and walked away. Then I yelled out “hey come join!” and the girl got really mad. After all the commotion, my dick got soft again. I said fuck this, I can’t miss my plane and had her call a car for me.
I flew back home with a smile and a friction burned cock. 4 girls…3 for 3 in Oaxaca. And two techniques that will serve me well in the future.
I arrived in Mexico City around midnight on a Friday and after getting cleaned up at my hotel, I headed out right away into the neighborhood of Condesa.
I had never been before and knew nothing about it except the location of the streets with the most bars.
After popping into a couple on Tamaulipas to check out the vibe and not feeling it, I walked by a busy corner at Nuevo Leon and Laredo where I heard some great music and saw some great female silhouettes.
The bar had a neon sign above the door that read ‘social’ and it was not false advertising.
Upon entering, I noticed that just about every girl in there shot me a glance. Fuck yes I thought.
*Note: the guys in DF dress like clowns. Their clothes do not fit right and the colors are all wrong. I dress pretty well, not suited…but well put-together, and was eyefucked nearly everywhere. Having some style here is being like a lion with a gigantic mane.
Immediately I approached two girls at the back bar with ‘hola, habla ingles’ and they looked at each other, smiled, and said yes.
We talked about how people in Mexico meet each other and they both said usually through friends. Nice to know.
They were friends with the bartender and he poured me a nice shot of mezcal to go with my beer and I said my thanks and went over to the front bar.
Here were two other very well dressed girls on their own and I said again “Hola, habla ingles?” and they said yes with big smiles. Again we talked about dating and again they mentioned that nearly everyone meets through social circles and friends. Online dating is looked upon very poorly still. Good, I hate online dating.
These topics and the easy segue into sex-talk it allowed soon gave me a great idea. I took some paper and pen from the bar and had the girls write down 4 things:
-How they met their last romance.
-What trait they find most attractive in a man.
-from 0-100, what is the percentage that they would agree to a date with me if I just approached them like this, as a stranger.
-their home town.
I did this to about 6 other girls in the bar (telling them I was writing an article on relationships) and soon I had quite a reputation and a bunch of girls were competing for my attention.
I got pulled onto the dance floor by two of them…started making out with the hotter one and then bounced away.
Within 5 minutes, I was making out with another girl…one of the first ones I talked to, and when I finished there, another girl pulled me over to dance. Fuck!
I thought for sure I was getting laid that night but it didn’t happen, they were all with friends and were unwilling to leave with me alone. They did all agree to dates…but I don’t do dates when traveling. Fuck it though, good times.
The second day I spent exploring Condesa and eating some knock out fucking tacos.
That night, I went back to social and chatted up the bartender who said I was welcome there any time because of last nights antics. Cool guy.
It was pretty dead though (Sunday) so I went to the bar that is directly across from Social. This place was going strong…great dj and packed. I got let in although I saw some solo guys get denied entry (dress well next time motherfuckers) and even though there were more guys than girls in there, the girls looked like fun.
I warmed up talking to a few but the place was really loud and most people were dancing. It was hard to hold a conversation. So I just started dancing with one and making her laugh by saying Me gusta el mano, me gusta la boca, me gusta la cadera, etc…until I exhausted my tiny Spanish vocabulary. We ended up kissing but again she refused to leave with me.
Next day I rented a car and drove down to Oaxaca. Amazing place: peaceful people, fascinating architecture, strong mezcal, tons of festivals…it seemed like there was a constant party going on all the time, and even though I arrived on a Monday, there was plenty to do at night.
The night I arrived there was a total lunar eclipse and there were a lot of people out on the rooftop of a bar to view it. The view was flawless in the dry mountain air and the moon was my wingman.
I had brought a pad and pen out with me and was ready to do some official interviews.
Went up to a couple of girls…one was an extremely good looking blond and the other was a chubby ugly one. I asked them both my four questions and had them write down the answers, then we got into a stimulatimg conversation about sex and relationships.
I couldn’t stop staring at the blond, she was getting hotter the closer I got to her and all of a sudden my game turned on. Was like Jordan in the finals.
I gauged that she was into spirituality (traveling, 23, watching eclipse, tried ayahuasca) and used that as leverage. Waxed poetic about living in the moment, the ancient sexual celebrations under lunar eclipses, how the moon and earth pull made you horny, more sperm is produced during an eclipse (damn right the moon is a good wingman) and continually touching her arm and leg…all the while keeping her fugly little friend in the mix. That was truly the hardest part…I kept complimenting the fat one to keep her approving me while making fun of the blonde to get her wanting my approval. But there was an eclipse this night and the “celestial bodies were aligning” (I used that phrase and the two Spanish speaking girls squealed in excitement—the moon is my favorite wingman now).
This went on for about 45 minutes and the fatty said ‘oh we need to get up early, lets go’ I saw the disappointment on blondes face. She didn’t want fatty walking back to the hotel alone so I said I would protect them both.
We walked to their hotel and I told the chubster that I really needed to talk to her friend alone for a few minutes. She knew what was up and was cool about it. Thank the moon gods I had been so nice to her because otherwise im sure she would have been blocking el cock.
Started making out with blondy and she was hot putty in my palms. Grabbed a cab, to my hotel…banged all night, slept for an hour, banged again and had her blow me in the morning. Fuck yeah. North Mexican flag (she was from Tijuana).
Next day I went to the heirve el aqua mineral springs to ease my soreness…cool place but there were too many tourists for my liking.
And that night I went out to the same area in the central district. My trusty pad and pen was with me and I did a bunch of interviews with the girls. This is such an easy way to meet women, impress them, and gauge their interest at the same time.
I will write a full detailed report on my results soon because I am going to continue this experiment here in New York. But holy shit, relationship-reporter-interview technique works so well it feels like cheating.
I heard a band playing some rock and roll in a club and went in. Lots of girls dancing and all the guys were against the wall looking nervous. I grabbed some girls and started twirling them around, watching them smile and have fun. Then I started pointing at people who were not dancing and inviting them on over. Most of the girls I did this to came to dance and only 2 guys did. So it was me and a dozen girls dancing, grinding and just fucking around.
I found one with a nice body and started sexualizing with her.
It’s a shame there is so much obesity in Mexico…the native girls would be really pretty if their bodies weren’t shaped like mashed potatoes.
Ended up stumbling out of the club with the nice body girl and taking her back to my hotel. No cockblocking at all so far in Oaxaca, just plane old unadulterated escalation game.
Next day the girl took me around town to some amazing little markets and little places to eat really traditional food and I have to say it was pretty fucking awesome.
That night I went back to the same rock club and the band was just finishing up. As soon as I entered I saw this blond/pink haired chick just staring me down unabashedly. I thought, “cool, that one will be easy” and went to the bar to get a beer before I approached. As I am getting the beer, the blonde comes right up to me and asks if I was lonely. I told her 'I actually like being alone but she seems nice'.
We chat for a bit and she says that she is friends with the band and invites me to the afterparty. We go to the most sketchy looking dive bar I have ever seen. Down into the basement behind some church, and its packed with people from Oaxaca. We chat and flirt and start making out. I make fun of her for approaching me and call her bossy a bunch of times. This gets her crazy and she finally asks when we are getting out of there. I am shocked at the ease of this bang and take her back to the hotel and fuck her in the ass and mouth and call her a bad girl.
She started crying at one point and told me she had a boyfriend. Then she also told me that I fuck like a pornstar and that she never does anal or lets her boyfriend cum on her face.
.In the morning her doctor father comes and picks her up from the park in front of my hotel.
The next day I spend looking at all the incredible things that go on in the streets of Oaxaca during the day. Music, weddings, demonstrations…so much to take in and try to understand. Good stuff.
I drive back to Mexico city that evening, was extremely exhausted and only stayed out for a couple of drinks.
In the morning I awoke to my bed being rocked back and forth. My water bottle was shook off the bed stand. People were screaming in the hotel and the street. I saw a sign from the hotel come crashing down to the sidewalk. A motherfucking earthquake. I knew there was nothing that could be done so I just went over to my hotel window and watched the pandemonium in the street. Trees and stoplights shaking like crazy, everyone screaming, cars all stopped, buildings visibly swaying. It was pretty intense.
After the earthquake I went over to the Carlos Slim museum to check out the art and girls. There were tons of people there and some good looking girls.
The art was fantastic—two of my favorite things were on exhibition—Chinese ivory sculptures and ancient indigenous artifacts.
I stood staring at some of the ivory, staring hard at a piece of horn that had a herd of rhinoceros in it, when two girls came right up next to me and started looking at it as well. I said something about how detailed it was, but they didn’t speak any English and walked away.
But that incident got me thinking. So what I did was walk around for a few minutes until I spotted a pretty girl. Then I made eye contact with her, smirked a bit and nodded…just so briefly so she noticed.
Then I walked over to a piece of art that no one else was around. It was a monk riding on a turtle. A small piece that was not flashy at all but very detailed. Then I just stared at it intently, taking in all the details and curves. Sure enough, the girl I had nodded at came over in about 4 minutes to see what I was looking at. I mentioned the details of the piece, how ivory was such a sexy material, like a beautiful womans skin, and how the curves were also very feminine. She loved it and was glowing. She asked if I was an artist “yes” and her eyes got shiny. Then she asked where I was from. When I said New York her eyes got huge and I saw her rubbing her thighs.
It’s a fact that tons of girls, especially girls wandering museums alone, want to fuck an artist from New York.
We talked for a bit and I got her number and said we should hang out. She was super excited.
The technique of finding a hot girl, making the eye contact and head nod, finding an unpopular piece and staring at it until she came over—was employed five more times in just over an hour. I had four very solid numbers when I left the museum.
That night I went back to bar social and started talking to an attractive Mexican girl from Monterey. Her problem was that she was 29 years old, a doctor, and desperately wanting attention. When I did my interview on her she wrote that the most attractive trait in a guy was ‘how much he was into her’. I got that response only one other time and she was also an intolerable personality.
This girl, before I realized how lame she was, invited me to a club where her friend was djing. Sure, why not. We got to the club and she immediately started dancing with another guy.
I said whatever and danced my ass off with three other girls…one of them grabbed my chest to feel me and right after I grabbed one of her tits. She had that pretend shocked but I like it look girls get when you perform a great asshole move and then she touched me again. I grabbed her tit again and just danced away.
I found the most attractive girl in the club and started dancing with her but she wasn’t really into me so I just worked my dance moves with every other chick. 4oclock in the morning rolled around and I was beat. Tried to get some hipster looking chick to party in my hotel room with me but she wouldn’t leave her fucking friend.
Saturday I walked over to Polanco and talked to some people in the park about the earthquake and listened to some jazz.
Saturday night was my last night out (my flight left at 7am Sunday) and I napped until 10 and went out to bar Social. Here I interviewed 6 more girls and isolated the one who showed the most interest. Two hours later I was at the luxury apartment her daddy had bought her. It was in Polanco and had a sick view of the city. We fucked a little bit but my dick got soft in the condom. Then we had an argument because she wouldn’t blow me.
So I kept making fun of her, calling her ‘daddys little princess who gets whatever she wants’ and fingered her hard. Then she blew me and we started fucking again.
I heard her roommates come home and they both opened the door and walked in the room while my cock was in their roommate. I yelled and cursed at the drunk bitches and they laughed real loud and walked away. Then I yelled out “hey come join!” and the girl got really mad. After all the commotion, my dick got soft again. I said fuck this, I can’t miss my plane and had her call a car for me.
I flew back home with a smile and a friction burned cock. 4 girls…3 for 3 in Oaxaca. And two techniques that will serve me well in the future.
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