When you think of Mexico City, you probably picture a giant city filled with Mexicans. And that’s accurate. The City is packed with millions of them, of all different colors and classes.
But what you may not know is that Mexico City is surprisingly international – it’s got foreigners from all over the world.
There are several reasons for this.
For one thing, like any large capital, the City naturally draws in tons of tourists. Second, Mexico City is home to 87 different foreign embassies. And third, it’s the entertainment and finance capital of Latin America.
It’s like Washington DC, New York City, and Hollywood rolled into one. It attracts diplomats, businessmen, actors, models, and entertainment industry workers from all over the planet.
So today I’ll share some of my failures – all of them with foreign women in Mexico City:
I spent a month living in the western part of Roma Norte. I stayed in an Airbnb apartment in a large, modern high-rise. The building was popular with foreigners, especially Americans. Anyhow, there was a nice coffee shop a few doors down. One afternoon, I strolled into the shop to get some work done. I noticed a tall light-skinned black girl with an Afro reading a book, all by herself. I’d actually seen her before, a few days ago. She’d walked by while I’d been eating lunch at the seafood restaurant next door to my building. And here she was again. Luckily for me, she was sitting in a little alcove with a table and an unoccupied sofa in front of her. I decided that I’d sit next to her. So I ordered my coffee, then walked over and asked if I could share her table. She said yes. So I sat and did some work for while, not talking to her much. After about 15 minutes we started chatting. I learned she was from Brazil, had been here a month, and she was planning on sticking around. And she actually lived in the same building as me! So I got her number, told her we should hang out sometime and have a drink. She said yes. But when I texted her later, she kept blowing me off. I never saw her again, and I switched apartments a few weeks after that.
I stayed in the Hipódromo/Condesa neighborhood for a month. This neighborhood was ripe for day game, since La Salle University was right down the street. The place was crawling with college students. One morning I was working in a coffee shop down the street from my place. After a few hours it got uncomfortably crowded, so I decided to head back to my apartment for lunch. On the way out, I asked a barista to dump my coffee into a to-go cup. As I waited, I noticed an extremely attractive blonde white girl waiting alone at the other end of the bar. So I walked over and started chatting with her. She told me she actually worked here in the coffee house – today was her day off and she’d just popped in to get some coffee. I found out she was from Estonia, but spoke very good Spanish. I asked for her number, but she declined. She was just not interested. So I said ‘have a good day’ and walked away.
I lived in Polanco for one month. During my time there, I’d go to the same coffee shop every morning to work. The shop was open to the street, so it was an excellent place for people watching. After a few days, I started recognizing the regulars. Some would get coffee, others would hang out, and some would just walk past the shop every morning, on their way to school or work. But there was one girl who caught my eye. Tall, white, and slender with long platinum blonde hair. I realized she actually lived right next door to the coffee shop. But she was always in a rush, and she never came inside. I resolved to talk with her, but wasn’t sure how. Finally one morning, as I was standing in front of the shop taking a break, she walked right past me. Instead of going into her apartment, she kept walking down the street. I knew she’d likely be back soon, since she was on foot. So I sat down again, kept an eye out, and waited. Sure enough, a few minutes later, she came back with an OXXO bag in hand. I stood up and walked out onto the sidewalk to intercept her. As soon as she was close enough, I said hello. She spoke Spanish fluently, but she was actually Swiss, she worked at the embassy. She gave me her number when I asked for it. But then she immediately told me she was going out of town for a while. Bad sign. When I texted her a few days later, she never responded. I moved to a new barrio a few days later.
One morning I was getting coffee at a Cielito Querido in La Condesa. As I was waiting to order, a gorgeous blonde girl with a little Chihuahua dog got in line right behind me. I ordered my coffee, then moved to the side to wait for it. She ordered, then stood next to me to wait for hers. So I struck up a conversation, first asking her about her dog. I learned she was an actress from Spain who was now living in Mexico City. I got her number after she agreed to meet me for a date. When she left, we actually hugged and kissed each other goodbye (on the cheek). Then I sat down to work. For some reason, I felt really good during this approach. It went smooth, I wasn’t nervous at all, despite her model-quality looks. But in the end, my confidence didn’t matter. We texted back and forth for a few days, but she refused to meet up. So I deleted her number and never saw her again.
Another morning I was in a different Cielito Querido, also in La Condesa. I’d already ordered, I was sitting and waiting for my coffee. A beautiful blonde Latina girl walked in. As she was ordering, I saw she had on a backpack with letters embroidered onto it. MAF. She had the exact same initials as me! It was like a sign. How could I not approach her? So after she finished ordering, I stood up to get my coffee, then started talking to her. She was clearly foreign, so I asked where she was from. She gave me a hard stare, then spat out “Argentina. Por?” which translates to “Argentina. For what?” Her blatant hostility shocked me, especially so early in the morning. The nasty demeanor did not match her looks. She was so rude that I figured any more talk would be a waste of time. So I turned around and walked out.
So as you can see, if you’re interested in international day game, Mexico City is ideal. And even though most of your cold approaches will end in failure, it’s still a great place for any man who wants to meet women from all over the world – without ever leaving the City.