I moved to Medellin, Colombia recently.
But I didn’t come here alone. I brought my 20-year-old Mexican girlfriend with me.
Now I know what you’re thinking.
Mario, you dummy!
Who brings their girlfriend to Colombia?
Now, if we had a traditional monogamous relationship, you’d be 100% correct! That’d be like bringing sand to the shore. But we don’t have a traditional monogamous relationship.
She’s faithful to me, yes. But I get to sleep with other girls.
Now sometimes I’ll exercise my ‘option.’ Other times, I won’t.
Since I’ve been here in Colombia?
For various reasons, I’ve been in player hibernation. Barely approaching.
I’d been getting restless. Like a caged wolf. I missed the hunt.
So, I started approaching again.
Here’s one story:
Part I – Stoneface
We’d just moved into a new apartment. It was a good location in El Poblado, off the Mile de Oro.
Very Americanized, but within walking distance of various parks, bars, restaurants, and malls.
There was also a Juan Valdez coffee shop down the hill. We started going there every morning for our caffeine fix, became regulars.
The barista girls started recognizing us. And since this is Colombia, I noticed them back.
One in particular…
A voluptuous little Colombiana, with long black hair, creamy brown skin, and big brown eyes. Unfortunately, she was also kinda mean to us. Stone faced, un-friendly, all business.
So I wrote her off.
One morning, I got my coffee solo. Little Miss Stoneface was working. She saw I was alone, and she was totally different. Smiling, strong eye contact, small talk.
I didn’t go for her number then. But I knew I was going to…
Part II -The Number
A few mornings later, I went down to get my coffee.
I was alone, and so Stoneface was all smiles when she saw me. I stood by the counter as Stoneface made my drink. We chatted for a bit while she worked, I finally learned her name.
When she handed me my coffee, I made a point to rest my hand on top hers, longer than needed.
“Gracias, Johanna.” I said.
“Con Gusto, Mario.” she said.
I’d never ‘officially’ introduced myself. But she remembered my name. Good sign.
I should have asked for her number then, and been done with it. But an impatient crowd was lining up behind me. So instead, I sat down on the patio to enjoy my coffee. I waited for a while until things died down.
Eventually, she came out from behind the counter to clear off a few tables. I got up, walked over to her, and started spitting game in basic Spanish.
“Oye.” I said. “Venga. Yo quiero algo mas.”
“Y que quieres?” she said.
“Tu numero de WhatsApp, para conocerte.” I said. “Pero no tengo mi telefono, tienes una pluma?”
Not the smoothest approach. But she got the message.
“Ah. Si. Espere.” she said.
She went back behind the counter. Then it got busy again. I waited so long I thought maybe she’d changed her mind.
Do I go ask again?
Just sit here?
I stayed put.
The customers cleared out after a few more minutes. She was still behind the counter, she motioned me over by nodding her head. I got up, walked over to the counter, and she pressed a slip of receipt paper into my hand. Finally.
We chatted for a bit longer, then another customer walked up. Time to go.
I said goodby and walked back up the hill.
Now, I wish I could tell you that it all worked out, that we had glorious sex. But that’s not what happened.
I texted with Johanna for a bit, sure, and things looked good. But later I learned she had a child AND a serious boyfriend.
Dead end. But still, an interesting study in day game. See, even though my girlfriend wasn’t with me when I actually got the number, I think she was important here. The Colombiana had seen my girlfriend multiple times. She knew I had a girl, and yet she gave me her number anyhow.
Why? Well, she clearly didn’t like my girlfriend (explaining the rude initial behavior).
But my girlfriend’s prior presence likely sparked her jealousy, made me more attractive, and then made it easier to get her number.
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