Post: #1

I hope this isn't tll, but a back story I believe is warranted.

First of all, I love you guys and I say that barely drunk at this point. I am 42 years old and have never posted anything on the internet, ever, but the advice I've gotten on here just from lurking has been invaluable.

I'm still trying to hold the red pill down after swallowing it about 3 months ago. As I said, I'm 42 years old (look much younger.....yeah,yeah, I know), recently divorced after a 12 year marriage after get back from thailand in December, lost my job for being on leave too long in said thailand, have 3 children that won't speak with me (first ex wife lives with recent ex wife), quit my coaching job in September, only real friend took a new job as a warden in Boca Raton (I'm from Indiana ), have nothing to do with family other than being blood, and find myself currently in Mexico City.

On to Mexico City. I got into the city on Thursday night, had dinner around the corner from where I'm staying (I'm located about a 25 minute walk, 2 miles south of Condesa), and went to sleep early. Got up the next morning, headed to the gym down the street (stronglifts ), hit a cafe and paid with money apparently they have never seen before due to the inability to make change, and cleaned up to make a day/night of roma/condesa.

I walked around roma first, stopping at another cafe to recharge, got eye fucked and giggled at consistently, and just enjoyed the nice weather/attention (I've got Hola down) My Spanish sucks, I'm doing duolingo probably because it looks childish and my Spanish is close to a 2 year olds vocabulary. So yeah, strike one, but girls can speak some English, several telling me they want to speak English with me to practice. But I digress.

Lo siento. Last night.

I end up in condesa, patronizing the regulars mentioned on here, Patre Negra, Niuyorquina, celtics, and a couple others. I feel that I dress nice, I've learned a ton about style in the last six months and have stepped that part of my game up. Looks, I don't know, I'd Fuck me. I honestly think I'm a very good looking guy, especially after all the male tail chasing me yesterday in roma. Gross!

So it's loud in those places, I can't hear shit girls say, and I'm getting frustrated. I leave Patre Negra and decide to just fucking walk home, all the while getting pretty angry at myself for not manning up with someone, he'll anyone.

Just as I stated to walk home, a 6/7 maybe ( 2 guinness,2 dos equis,a shot of tequila, a makers mark, and whatever the hell else I forced down my throat said she was a 6/7) approached me and asked why a handsome man was alone. She was 24, Her father was German and mother is Haitain. She was light skinned with admittedly real breasts (don't really care, im sir mix a lot if you follow). This is already tlr, so I won't bore you with the whole conversation, but let's just say she has made it clear that it was on. She's with a group of about 6-7, one gay dude, and me. I couldnt keep track, seemed like new girls were coming in left and right. One girl a solid 7, one looked like she ran into the side of the building, in a car, going really fast. We go to whiskeys and dance,grab, make out, and really just need to take our clothes off at this point to finish.

Ok, here's where I'm lost guys. She says to me "you won't regret me tonight, I'll take good care of you. You will remember me." 1 hour later, I shit you not, we are closing the place down, and I basically tell her that I'm ready to spend some time with her in her bed. She says, "not tonight ". Wtf?????


I asked her if she was serious and she said yes. I said ooooookay and decided Fuck it, I'm not going to waste another second with her. I told her I was leaving and she asked if I had her number. I told her I had it (lie) and spent the next 30-40 minutes walking home and shaking my head/ talking to myself the whole way home. At 4am, in mexico city. Streets empty, other than the tranny that tried to force her way on me, digging in my pockets for money, man handling my sleeve of cookies from 7 eleven. Gross!

I'm not closing guys. I honestly don't know why. 12 year relationship, met recently divorced wife when I was 29. I know times are different, have I not adjusted/too fresh?

Again, you guys really are incredible and this site along with cernovich and a few others have kept me going. Hell, you have given me hope (no obama) and inspiration when I wanted to puss out and fall back into my ways.

Hope someone can help.

Take care fellas.

JA

Post: #2

Why didn't you get her number and try for a date the next day? Could have been lots of things, maybe you misunderstood what she said earlier, or maybe she changed her mind.

Post: #3

Good question. I think it's an ego thing maybe? I thought it was going to happen, she said it was going to happen, and then she cooled. At that moment I couldn't handle her decision. I was a bitch about it, no doubt.

I can't handle rejection, even though this might not have been the case. The vibe was strong the entire time, but I don't know.

Good experience, I just don't want oneitis to set in the longer my cold streak continues.

Post: #4

So what happened in Thailand? You got there and liked it so much you just didn't come home? How are you funding yourself now, and paying for your trips and travels? Three kids and two wives are not cheap. And your ex wife lives with your other ex wife? How does that work?? Inquiring minds want to know!

What was the draw to Mexico City over other places in Mexico / or even South America?

Post: #5

Im 48 and go to the DF about once or twice a year. I have read all the stuff on the forum and it has helped. But the one thing that has helped the most was getting experience, developing my inner game, suiting up in a way that makes me feel really confident, and doing my own thing.

In a week in the DF I will typically do Tinder, OK Cupid (pretty much dead now), and some Seeking Arrangement game (but 90% of the chicks in the DF want cash up front, try the 19-20 years olds that are fresh on the site) and usually have a date every night. I have recently started Day Gaming in The Condesa with poor initial results but I'm just getting started. I am not really a Polanco type of guy and Roma Norte has been hit or miss, except for a party or two I stumbled upon and got invited to, so The Condesa has been the main place for me.

Overall I would agree with other posters that you probably failed some shit test or something happened or basically asking her to go home with you and her refusing was a test, etc.. You didn't try the venue change earlier and I don't know what your logistics are but I usually try to get a place close to where I am hanging out and scope out places right near by so that I can venue change and then go to my place to 'listen to music' or something.

Man, with that attention in Roma Norte you need to get some numbers, WhatsApp some chicks, invite some over, try different things. And basically get some confidence. Confidence always works and you need to find your niche in the DF, and in general.

If I strike-out I learn what I can and move on. Sometimes the girls just don't turn me on and I opt-out.

I try to just do what I feel like doing and take girls where I like to go, whether the day or night, and I never go to the standard bars at night. I am always asleep or banging by 11pm. I do what I enjoy when I enjoy it and I think it shows.

One tip I might add is that it really takes me about a week to feel at home in the DF and get my groove. I don't think this is true for others but it is how I feel. If I stay for three weeks I lose the feeling of foreignness in about a week and really start to groove with the place and end up finding things that I would not have found otherwise, like the markets during the week, new areas that I have not hit before. I recently starting spending time on Avenida Michoacan west of Avenida Tamaulipas.

G

Post: #6

Thanks for the input money.

I want to try Leon, aguacalientes, or Morelia. DF is too big for me. I like it, seems to be a great city, but I need to role on a smaller scale right now.

Frozen, I worked in a hospital in Indianapolis, working on patients insurance. It was a great gig, my own department basically, and my supervisor was incredible. I coached high school volleyball, so on the days I had to leave early, she didn't care. If I had a game, practice, or training, she was very accommodating. Basically worked flex for an hourly job.

Prior to leaving for BKK (left because 2nd marriage failed, walked out on my coaching job in the ,middle of the season, youngest daughter tried to kill herself, and felt I was on the verge of breaking) I asked my supervisor for 5 weeks off to "clear my head." She never asked where I was going or what I was doing. She said "no problem, got you covered, you have a job to come back to."

Well HR caught wind of how long I was to be out after I had already been in BKK for 3 weeks. They didn't like it, location or length or whatever. Bottom line, I told my supervisor I wouldn't leave if I didn't have a job to come back to. Anyway, they called me in on my return to work date and asked for my badge and keys. I applied for unemployment and they didn't appeal, so I've got that, plus I've saved a little and can afford to stay current on child support. Thinking about at least speaking to an attorney for wrongful termination.....advice?

So the ex wives living together. My 1st wife was hot, but trash. Terrible mother at the time and just an idiot. I mean IQ in the neighborhood of the age of girls I'm after. My second wife was about as good a spouse as a guy in merica could have. She was good to my daughter (potty trained her, help teach her to ride a bike, and helped her with school work, etc.) By being such a good wife and step mother, she welcomed my 1st wife into our family, as the 1st ex had no one. My 2nd continued to keep the 1st as a friend and when I decided it was time to go, she welcomed my 1st to stay in the home, not only to help financially, but to keep my daughter safe and in a good place.

The problem is or the mistake I made was buying a flight for me and my "Thai girlfriend " to Krabi that my 2nd found on my email. Well she freaked out, loaded a bunch of my stuff in my car, and dropped it all off at my father's house unannounced. I signed divorce papers the day beforw i left for Christ sake! I was going to go back and stay in the house when I returned from Thailand. Fucked up right? I built a man cave out in our out building....insulation, power, heat, ac, flatscreen, netflix, wifi, and weed apparatus. It was actually pretty fucking cool, plus could still Fuck 2nd wife whenever. Probably a bad idea, I know.

What the Fuck am I doing?, and why does my tablet capitalize the word Fuck? And what is the recording that I hear in the DF when those trikes go by, sounding like a megaphone?

Post: #7

(01-28-2017 05:01 PM)Brebelle3 Wrote:  Well HR caught wind of how long I was to be out after I had already been in BKK for 3 weeks. They didn't like it, location or length or whatever. Bottom line, I told my supervisor I wouldn't leave if I didn't have a job to come back to. Anyway, they called me in on my return to work date and asked for my badge and keys. I applied for unemployment and they didn't appeal, so I've got that, plus I've saved a little and can afford to stay current on child support. Thinking about at least speaking to an attorney for wrongful termination.....advice?

You told HR you were going several weeks to Bangkok? Big mistake.

They can tolerate ten days in a Thai beach city or island, where supposedly you might be chilling aimlessly in front of the blue sea, but, 5 weeks in a city where obviously you're looking for women and bangs... they hate that, they (fatties and sexless dudes at HR) get furiously jealous.

In the world we live in, do not unveil just how many foreign chicks you have sex with in exotic locations, it will generate profound hatred from the 1st-World-office-dwellers, caught in their gray molluskesque lives.

Post: #8

No GS, I never told them where I was going. They never asked. I said that I might travel, but never mentioned or was questioned about where. I definitely told my boss that I would be travelling. Guess Des Moines or Lexington is fine, but Bangkok is off limits.

They pulled my work email and saw my trail. That was the mistake I made. Hell I spent more time on Roosh, Danger and Play, GLL then doing actual work. I shouldn't have booked flight, air bnb, and all that other shit on company property. Lesson learned there.

Post: #9

Hate to be harsh, but you are carrying that stare of all that has happened. And if BK was all about whores for you it takes guys a long time to get rid of that whore stare as well. You have a long way to go but at least you started off with a couple of FU trips.

GS is so so so right about what reactions you will get from the locations you have hit. The best you can hope for from the office dwellers is a blank stare and a blank spot in their mind to fill the void that blanks out the words you spoke and the time and locations you visited. The worst is outright contempt. And don't bother mentioning your travel at all if you get back and need a job.

Welcome to the gelatin casing on the outside of the red pill.

Post: #10

OTR, no doubt. How did you guys no they were fat ?

I worked outside the hospital in a building of 90% female and there was 1 true 5 working there.

They were pissed I was chasing pussy, bottom line! I told them while being fired that I went for new forms of therapy....meditation, hypnotherapy, etc., but when they wanted proof, all I could say was "didn't have any/didn't know I needed any."

They knew I was nuts. I went into inpatient therapy 2 1/2 years ago for a "mental breakdown "

I destroyed my entire home after finding text messages between my 2nd wife and my step sons boss. Before you go there, the guy was my step sons wrestling coach and my wife was innocent in the deal. The texts were just about how he was doing on the job and all that crap. I just was losing myself and wanted to take it out on her.

Anyway, 2 months of short term disability and a shit ton of meds to force down and I was back to work. After the red pill, that has now become the last pill I've swallowed. Never felt better, 22 years of antidepressants, lack of libido, and a general malaise is now gone.

Post: #11

^whats the plan now?

Post: #12

Landed in Leon last night, Montezuma's revenge and all. I will put together a sheet on Leon. It's the least I can do for the amount of knowledge I've gained from you good gentleman.

1 month here, then I'm going to try Guanajuato /San Miguel De allende. A couple quick impressions of Leon: The gym I signed up at had some very nice looking ladies, as well as just from roaming the street last night. The people here, at least the ones I've met are sweethearts. The owner of the gym offering a 60% discount for me, I guess because we just hit it off and he's a Trump supporter??!!

The owner of the airbnb offering to take me to the grocery store last night, this week to the bull fights, and to the Tanneries which Leon us known for.

The Romanian lady at the front desk of the gym basically blocking the exit so that she could ask me about america, practicing her english, and wanting to take me to eat at the local Guaycamayas.

You don't see this type of hospitality in the US. Everyone has their face planted in their iphone, blinders on, snobby or standoffish.

I stand out no doubt. People are so short. I'm only 5'11", but look down on everyone. The university girls that I rode the bus back with from the gym, all 8 of them, not only skipped their stop, but escorted me all the the way to my door. All the way giggling, trying to I guess salsa with me, but happy and smiling the whole time.

Travelling outside the US or the west in general should be every man's goal if not already done. It makes you feel appreciated, accepted, honered, and with such a feminine or respected way. It's the true secret.

Man does it open ones eyes.

Post: #13

(01-30-2017 04:31 PM)Brebelle3 Wrote:  Landed in Leon last night, Montezuma's revenge and all. I will put together a sheet on Leon. It's the least I can do for the amount of knowledge I've gained from you good gentleman.

1 month here, then I'm going to try Guanajuato /San Miguel De allende. A couple quick impressions of Leon: The gym I signed up at had some very nice looking ladies, as well as just from roaming the street last night. The people here, at least the ones I've met are sweethearts. The owner of the gym offering a 60% discount for me, I guess because we just hit it off and he's a Trump supporter??!!

The owner of the airbnb offering to take me to the grocery store last night, this week to the bull fights, and to the Tanneries which Leon us known for.

The Romanian lady at the front desk of the gym basically blocking the exit so that she could ask me about america, practicing her english, and wanting to take me to eat at the local Guaycamayas.

You don't see this type of hospitality in the US. Everyone has their face planted in their iphone, blinders on, snobby or standoffish.

I stand out no doubt. People are so short. I'm only 5'11", but look down on everyone. The university girls that I rode the bus back with from the gym, all 8 of them, not only skipped their stop, but escorted me all the the way to my door. All the way giggling, trying to I guess salsa with me, but happy and smiling the whole time.

Travelling outside the US or the west in general should be every man's goal if not already done. It makes you feel appreciated, accepted, honered, and with such a feminine or respected way. It's the true secret.

Man does it open ones eyes.

Love this line bolded above from Br3. I just went to Cuba which was my 66th country. But I feel like I have just scratched the "surface" of the earth.

Post: #14

(01-30-2017 05:01 PM)Off The Reservation Wrote:  

(01-30-2017 04:31 PM)Brebelle3 Wrote:  Travelling outside the US or the west in general should be every man's goal if not already done. It makes you feel appreciated, accepted, honered, and with such a feminine or respected way. It's the true secret.

Man does it open ones eyes.

Love this line bolded above from Br3. I just went to Cuba which was my 66th country. But I feel like I have just scratched the "surface" of the earth.

I completely agree. I read the same lines and felt the same way.

I only get out of the states twice a year right now. But, will be going more. I just started a business and hired a team in Venezuela so I might finally get to hit Colombia and make a quick run into Venezuela as they are in San Cristobal, right over the border from Colombia. But I feel I am barely getting to know Mexico after several trips....

I was going to go to Cuba, but I feel I am getting the best bang for the buck right now in Mexico, developing deeper expertise. And it is so cheap for me to fly and stay there.

Going to post about Cuba?

G

Post: #15

66 countries? See, that is living.

I wish I had more Internet savvy. If I could become location independent, then I really don't know hiw often I'd return to the US.

I'm becoming ultra minimalistic. Everything I own, or should I say have access to at this moment, is in my car back home. All the shit I thought I needed that is still with my ex, is no longer of any consequence to me.

Man 66 countries, that must be incredible to reflect upon? I want that, I truly do. You have severed yourself from any comfort zones. I've lived 42 years where it seemed to be safe, only to live a sheltered and non cultural life.

66....damn. I got some catching up to do!

Post: #16

(01-30-2017 05:19 PM)Brebelle3 Wrote:  66 countries? See, that is living.

I wish I had more Internet savvy. If I could become location independent, then I really don't know hiw often I'd return to the US.

I'm becoming ultra minimalistic. Everything I own, or should I say have access to at this moment, is in my car back home. All the shit I thought I needed that is still with my ex, is no longer of any consequence to me.

Man 66 countries, that must be incredible to reflect upon? I want that, I truly do. You have severed yourself from any comfort zones. I've lived 42 years where it seemed to be safe, only to live a sheltered and non cultural life.

66....damn. I got some catching up to do!

One at a time... it keeps getting better.

Post: #17

What's the latest bro?

Post: #18

(01-28-2017 05:01 PM)Brebelle3 Wrote:  What the Fuck am I doing?, and why does my tablet capitalize the word Fuck? And what is the recording that I hear in the DF when those trikes go by, sounding like a megaphone?

I thought it was someone proselytizing for Jesus for the first 10 days I was here. Drove me crazy.

Turns out, it's a service run by the city, where you bring out your washing machines and refrigerators, and they'll take it off your hands. I've gotten used to it now.

Post: #19

(03-21-2017 08:38 PM)Jagnum Wrote:  Turns out, it's a service run by the city, where you bring out your washing machines and refrigerators, and they'll take it off your hands. I've gotten used to it now.

The trucks are not run by the city. They're independent operators who all use the same recording because people recognize it. They pay you something but very little. I tried to unload a futon once but they were only interested in mattresses with springs.

Here's the recording:



Other recordings/sounds you'll hear in Mexico City:
- tamales oaxaqueños (calientitos ...)
- garbage truck or cart (bell, 'basura')
- camote cart (sweet potato)
- agua de coco (coconut)

Post: #20

OP is deep in the jungle of Peru, no internet, but who needs internet when you have a little Peruana making you think there is no outside world. Thankfully, he has almost completely broken through the gelatin casing. That's the red pill casing.