[G Trooper]

Kabal,

Interesting trip man...congrats on your success. Is there anyone famous that you would say you look like?

[Aliblahba]

(02-10-2014 08:57 AM)Masdinero Wrote:  

I just stayed at Hotel Los Jardines this weekend. They have 2 types of rooms, a closet usually i pay 1,800 pesos for this room, but this time they didn't have any rooms available. They wantes 2,700 for a larger room with 2 beds. I talked them down to 2,200.

Great location, breakfast included, wifi in the rooms, mini bar (352 pesos for 1 beer, 1 water, 1 toothbrush and 2 candy bars that my girlfriend took)

Ask Fisto about the meltdown he had in one of those closet rooms. It sounded like a bull in china shop.

[Kabal]

Delete.

[Duke Castile]

I'll be heading up to Santiago soon.

[Kabal]

Trip off to an inauspicious start.

Delayed flight caused me to miss my scheduled pipeline date at my hotel.

Almost time to hit the clubs.

I'm out for blood.

[ronethpier]

(12-15-2013 05:39 PM)Kabal Wrote:  

I was there for five nights, Friday to Wednesday. I had been working 90-100 hour weeks for four straight weeks at that point, so I was more than ready for a change-up--and also wanted a warm-up before EA/SEA this winter.

I'm not that into black girls either (facial features), and I definitely prioritize pretty faces and thin waists over curves, although ceteris paribus, of course I like ample tits and ass. So I was pretty much restricted to mulattas.

As always, my implicit 7+ only rule was in effect (okay... 6.5 when I'm feeling more eager). I did some tepid pipelining ahead of time, but it wasn't easy since I was busy with work... and the talent pool online isn't that deep once you whittle it down by pretty faces and thin waists.

Nightlife

Was completely dead Friday, and only merely okay Saturday. Nightlife venue choices are sparse (Level, Soho, Dubai, Ahi Bar, 22, etc.), but that is not necessarily a bad thing--this is what I like about Taipei actually, where it's hard to go wrong with randomly picking out of Room18, Luxy, Spark, etc. Sometimes in cities like NYC you get a paradox of choice phenomenon going on. I did see some smokeshows, but you see smokeshows in the nightlife of every city.

I was disappointed by the nightlife, but there's always sample size at play, and Bolthouse astutely pointed out that weather and finals week may be factors as well.

Girls

They range from black to almost European-looking. Faces in general are not that great vis a vis white or Asian girls (unsurprising), but bodies are good. Dominican girls also dance well and are very sensual, which nets them a +1 from me. Dancing to reggaeton with the girls was enjoyable ipso facto (they love to titillate you), unlike in America where grinding is just a tool for me to escalate physically.

Never got LMR, and all three girls I met up with off pipe-lining I banged and/or got blown by.

Girls were splendid at sucking dick. I facialed all four girls that I banged and/or got blown by.

Exotic Factor

Huge.

School girls screaming and squealing at me as they drove by with their dads when I'd be walking on the street, female employees staring and smiling at me at every restaurant. At night, each group I talked to would have at least one girl who wanted to talk to/dance with me.

Double-edged sword, though. Guys wanting to fight (discussed below), and guys driving by in crappy cars and yelling toward me--which is easy to shrug off, but I was concerned at some point some guy would try and throw a can or bottle at me. Even at moderate driving speeds, a thrown projectile can do some serious damage.

Why were the guys so unfriendly? It's not like I was in their city having no strings attached relations with their potential future girlfriends and wives.

Night 1

Probably my most interesting one.

Went to Level first, completely dead. Waited it out with four, five drinks, but it never got better.

There was a white guy suited up posted next to me, so I started chatting with him.

We gave up on Level and went to Dubai, Moma, and Ahi Bar, but they were all dead, except for Ahi Bar. Ahi Bar was a bit "barrio" for me. Most attractive girl there was like a 6.5. Got her number, but I was unenthusiastic about it.

He and I then returned to the Hotel Gran Almirante, where we were both staying, doing a sweep at the casino next door first.

A mulatta-looking chick caught my eye at one of the roulette tables (she reminded me of a Syrian chick I made out with in NYC a few years back). I flashed her a smirk as I walked by, which she reciprocated with a smile and giggle.

My accomplice and I thought she might be a pro (hanging out at a casino late at night), but I noted that her friends, except for one, were rather unattractive--which if you were a pro, would be the inverse cheerleader effect and bad for business.

I'm pretty skittish when it comes to pros, or parasitic behavior in general. The slightest hint of pro-ish or parasitic behavior from girls, and I'm jettisoning.

I went over and chatted the girls up.

The guy I was with left, leaving me with the girls.

Some Dominican guys around our ages were trying to holler at the girls as well, but it was not very effective.

Three of the girls (including the one I wanted) eventually invited me out to a club with them--it was nearby, so I went.

Night was going well, dancing with the three girls and slamming some more drinks.

Girl and I began initiating interspersed make-outs.

At some point, I felt a hard bump against me, which usually means that a fight is about to break out in the vicinity.

I turn, looking forward to seeing two DR guys duke it out, but the girls I was with started screaming and trying to pull me out.

They pull me out into the hallway leading to the bathrooms, hysterically explaining that there were four DR guys that wanted to fight me, since I was obviously a gringo and with three local girls. A bouncer posted himself between us and the main area of the club and was indeed giving me very worried looks. They hurriedly pull me out through a back door and we grab a taxi.

I was drunk and confused, and they are still frantically trying to explain the situation and how close I was to danger, that four DR guys wanted to fight me.

"No tengo miedo. Solo cuatro?" I said, and the girls squealed with delight.

The cab got to my hotel, my girl got off with me, and her friends went home.

DR notch obtained. It was deep in the morning when I was walking her back out to a cab.

Day 2

Woke up around 4:30PM in the afternoon. Went out to Soho that night.

Chatted up three girls who were waiting for their table to be set-up, the cutest one of which took a liking to me. Thin, olive-skin, medium-height.

At their table she was grinding on me, but also trying to get me to dance with her friend (taller, more black-looking, not as much in my wheelhouse). Perhaps the wedding band on her ring finger had to do with it, as well an infant child (as judging by her BlackBerry wallpaper).

I persist with grinding on her, and eventually we make-out.

However, as the night went on, she grew increasingly distraught and kept stepping out for phone calls with increasing frequency.

I could feel the energy and momentum dissipating, so I left and called it a night.

Day 3

First meeting with an online girl--darkest girl I had over the trip, but still had a pretty face. Probably just the randomness of multi-generational hybridization (F1 hybrids are actually the most stable, despite popular belief)--her mom and younger sister both could pass for white women (showed me photos).

Had never seen an Asian guy before until working at her current job at a bank.

Took her to Puerta Del Sol, Ahi Bar, then back to my hotel.

Was on her period, so gave me a beej.

Corresponded with Tenerife and Bolthouse about nightlife, but options seemed pretty limited on a Sunday.

Day 4

Online girl 2. Model-esque body.

Took her to Puerta Del Sol, then called out a play from THC's playbook and had her come with me to the supermercado to buy drinks for my hotel room mini-fridge, then proceeded back to my hotel room for the smash.

Day 5

A third online girl. Came to meet me at my hotel for a drink at one of the hotel bars... arrived at 2:15, and had clase a tres.

No hay problema, had my dick in her mouth by 2:40 or so.

She went to class late, and came back around 9 for the smash. I captured the facial on my phone.

Sucked and fucked like a porn star.

Met up with Bolthouse at Soho around midnight, and we had a round.

We went to 22, but talent was subpar.

He left and I stayed with a group of girls just to see if it would go anywhere, mostly out of curiosity as my balls were pretty drained by this point. A chubby girl kept being annoying as I was dancing with her two friends. First asking for drinks for all their friends, then just for herself. Her two friends seemed just as annoyed with it as I was, but I didn't feel like dealing with it, so I left. The two girls were thin, but not great facially, anyway.

I was glad I retired relatively early, so I wasn't hungover on the flight back the next day. I've been doing a lot of sleeping at airport gates this year due to hangovers--was nice to buck the trend.

Conclusion

DR is relatively easy for me to get to, so could be a good, dependable weekend getaway for me during the winter going forward. Will contemplate DR for MLK or President's Day Weekend, also considering Puerto Rico.

how old are you?

[ronethpier]

how old are you?
i am 50 years old is it good for me/?

[Kabal]

Friday

Started off shitty.

Flight was delayed, causing me to miss my date with my pipeline prospect with the highest combination of hotness and interest level.

She, a cocktail waitress, had work at 11PM, which would had been awesome to start the trip off with a bang, literally and figuratively-speaking, before having her leave and me heading out for the night.

I even mused to myself on how poetic it would be to have ended my Jakarta trip with a cocktail waitress, and start my second Santiago trip with one.

Something something count chickens something hatch.

Annoyed, I rolled out to Level.

Saw a group of three girls standing at a table, one of whom was a pure-white-looking brunette, and approached.

Approach went okay, girls seemed to like me. Danced some bachata/merengue/salsa with the white-looking girl, but gave me the boyfriend line when I tried to escalate more. I then not-so-subtly moved on to the second most attractive friend, who was compliant with me moving her to the bar, but it went nowhere really. Third friend was a butterface so I abstained.

I left to go post up at the bar to re-evaluate my options; the three girls looked at me once in awhile, confused. I saw in the back a group of four girls, one of whom was a solid-looking olive-skinned blonde (bottle, I'm guessing), so I went over.

Girl I wanted invites me out to another club with her and her friends.

Zing.

We hop in one of the girls' SUVs and she drives us over.

It turns out to be none other than the late-night venue I went to my first night last trip in Santiago.

I thought the night was going well, she was doing some serious grinding on me, friends liked me, we were making out and her kissing my neck and ear.

At some point she said her friends wanted to leave, so she had to go too; I wrote on my phone "ire a gran almirante... puedes ir conmigo," handed it over to her, and she responded "posible."

Eventually they left; she did not go with me.

Fuck.

Saturday

I have an afternoon date with my favorite prospect for the trip.

However, I'm waiting in my hotel room as the time for our date passes.

I don't hear from her until 45 minutes after, when she says that she wasn't feeling well... but if I wanted we could meet later.

I usually would not give girls two opportunities to meet me if they blow it the first time, but this girl I really wanted to see.

So I agree, thinking I could slot her in after my night date. I give her a time, and she accepts, saying she'll let me know when can be on her way.

I grab dinner, and go back to dicking around in my hotel room.

Night date no-shows.

I ask her where she is, she tells me there was a sudden problem that she had to go to the hospital for (she's a pre-med student), but still wants to meet sometime.

Pissed, I table her request, and invite over another girl ad hoc.

At this point the possibility that I waste an entire day is polluting my heart.

Ad hoc girl shows within an hour, and is better-looking than I expected. Glorious tits and thin waist in a tight dress and heels, decent face.

Single-mother though, which is always a marked negative in my book.

I bring her up to my hotel room for warm-up drinks.

With the possibility of the favorite prospect rolling through soon, I go into hurry up offense and the make-out within an hour, with no real spark felt.

I get denied for the first time by a Dominican online date.

She gives me a monologue on about how she's not easy like American girls, and I have to get accustomed to the culture there.

Bahahaha.

I tell her that I've been to the DR before, so it is not an issue of accustomedness. I explain to her that it's not going to work between us then, and excuse her. She is very gracious upon leaving, thanking me for the drinks and conversation.

I clean-up the drinks and table, and return to waiting for my favored prospect.

The time passes for our meet-up once again, and I can feel my cortisol levels rising.

[Kabal]

Saturday

This time I'm the ritard.

In my buzzed haste, I mistook "me avisa cuando pueda salir" for "I will let you know when I can head over," when it's more like "let me know when I can head over."

So I quickly say "ven aqui," and she is compliant.

Of course, it takes 1.5 hours before she arrives, and she needs me to send her a Taxi Cab company number because she can't get through her usual numbers for some reason (luckily taxi drivers have been giving me cards like crazy).

Sometimes you see a girl, and you know she will forever occupy a place in your visual memory to be instantly evoked.

This was one of those girls.

Olive-skin, blue-eyes, amber hair, heels; wrapped by a tight azure dress. Quadroon? Octaroon? H2+ hybridization variance?

A group of guys, maybe my age or slightly younger, were sitting across from her in the lobby and jumped up when they saw me walk over and greet her.

I brought her up for drinks--then out to MOMA for some tepid dancing, then back to my hotel room.

She blew me; but she was so tight that I couldn't get it in.

Frustrating.

I facialed her, and she spent the night.

Sunday

My favored prospect/octaroon from the night before leaves, and I await my first afternoon date--the cocktail waitress who was supposed to be on for Friday, but my flight was late.

I muse to Masdinero that I wish I had a Viagra dealer, and he just tells me to leave my hotel and turn left. Sure enough, there's a farmacia and I buy Viagra for the first time.

The pharmacist was surprisingly judgmental--I thought they'd be used to gringos from Gran Almirante buying Viagra--addressing me as "joven" for "young man" repeatedly. She was probably only in her late 30s.

It was quite funny explaining that I knew 100 mgs was a lot, so I needed to confirm that I could cut it up with a card.

I pantomined by getting out a credit card, and feinting chops upon their counter.

I don't hear from my date at all, as our scheduled time passes. This old song and dance.

I have lunch, then re-examine my spreadsheet of prospects.

It's amazing how small a list of 20+ pipeline prospects can look.

It is then I get a fresh message with a chick's number.

I wait a few minutes, and WhatsApp her. We exchange pictures (her: bra and thong, me: shirtless) and I invite her over.

We go up to my room for drinks. Also a pre-med student.

We head to Carnaval (where Bolthouse and Masdinero were, unbeknownst to me until later), before back to my room for the smash.

She leaves, and my second date arrives. Somewhat blacker than I usually do, but she looked very pleasant and non-barrio-looking in her pictures.

I think I may have been wrong.

Tight body, reasonable face, but just not my type.

We have drinks in my room, then walk to the farmacia for soda/water. On the walk back, we pass a car dealership and she says something.

I thought she was saying that her friend bought a car from that dealership, and it died.

I was just like "oh... interesante."

She realized I didn't really understand, and explained that what she was really saying was that, her friend was walking on this road, and got hit by a car and killed.

Welp....

We went back to my hotel room and I tried to escalate, got the easy make-out in my bed, but got denied when I tried to slip her hand down my pants (she was down to touch the D outside of it, though).

I mentally shrug.

We lie there, watching TV, as I'm exchanging texts with #3 (the first pre-med girl who flaked Saturday night).

She climbs back on top of me unsolicited, and reaches into my pants to jerk me off. However, it's too close to the nominal arrival time of #3 (who I'm more fond of), and politely excuse her.

Of course, #3 is running seriously late, and also goes to the wrong hotel first.

She shows up 2.5 hours late, when all is said and done.

Mocha-skin, terrific tits, thin waist; cute, innocent face. Tight dress.

Lovely.

Bring her up to my hotel room, but she doesn't drink.

We try and walk over to Knights, but couldn't find it. We grab a taxi to 22.

We dance some and she takes a few non-trivial sips of my Presidentes.

We go back to my hotel room, but she denies me past the make-out. I'm too tired by this point, so I don't even bother with trying to bust past the LMR and we fall asleep.

My "favored prospect" had been texting me throughout the day, and agreed to coming back over Monday morning, since I had to leave for my flight Monday afternoon.

[Kabal]

Monday

Girl leaves to go to class.

I wait in my hotel room for the Octaroon. She is MIA, once again, and my flight leaves in a few hours.

I start hitting the rum, pondering my predicament.

I cannot leave Santiago having only had one technical notch.

I do some marginal cost, fixed cost, sunk cost, marginal benefit calculations in my head.

It will cost me a few hundred dollars to stay an extra night, but I know the thought of leaving my second trip to Santiago with only one notch would plague me for eternity.

Will I miss more the potential opportunity cost of these memories, and nagging thoughts of "what-if", or a few hundred dollars?

With this frame, the decision becomes obvious--I change my flight itinerary, extend my hotel reservation, and stay.

Octaroon eventually contacts me, saying she dropped her phone in the bath and it wasn't working until then.

She says she'll come over in the afternoon after her class.

For the nth time I'm waiting for her for what seems like forever. I use this time to schedule another date with another girl.

She eventually shows.

We watch TV in my bed over rum and cokes, and move to sex. Thanks to the pharmaceutical enhancers, her incredible tightness was no problema. I'm very tempted to bust inside of her, but dark visions of our future exotic daughter slooting it up in the DR inspire me to pull out and facial her.

She leaves, and sometime later my second date arrives.

Dark-skin (describes herself as morena); splendid body; decent face. Single-mom, though; daughter (shows me pics on her phone) looks like some white couples' kid. H2+ hybridization strikes again.

Didn't need to leave the hotel room for the bang.

Even rims me. Awesome, perky C-cup tits and bubble butt, coupled with a thin waist.

She departs as well, and #3 from Saturday returns.

Refuses a drink once again. We make-out in my bed and I get her shirt off (fantastic tits); and she blows me and licks my balls, but refuses to remove her pants or let me rub her.

Explains she's a virgin.

Gives me the cutest puppy-dog eyes, since she's trying everything oral-wise to get me to bust, and I can't.

I eventually get her to give-up, and we fall asleep.

Tuesday and Recap

A sad good-bye later, she grabs a taxi back to her place. I frantically pack my stuff. I leave content for the airport content, my dice-rolling on staying an extra day having paid off.

This was probably one of the bigger rollercoaster-rides of a trip for me, where 3/4 of it I felt like I was in the red.

[Kabal]

Will be heading to Cabarete for Semana Santa.

The thought of trudging out into the cold to meet some westernized Asian girl is just so unsavory after returning from the DR.

And I realize my recap for Parte Dos was subpar.

Numbers for the (extended) weekend:

3 bangs, 1 beej, and a random make-out

Identical numbers to my first trip, but on one fewer day.

Have borderline one-itis for the quadroon/octaroon--nothing insurmountable, of course--I like the feeling of knowing I'm still human at some level.

[Kabal]

Cabarete is still happening. Stopping by Santiago right now.