I’m a good-looking guy. I’m muscular and well-dressed and confident. I have charisma and game. But I’m also short. And I have common features like black hair and brown eyes. Better than average, but nothing spectacular.
So while I get stared at often, it’s usually just that. Stares and nothing more. If I want to bang pretty girls? I almost always have to be the aggressor.
But recently the reverse happened. An attractive girl approached me, got my number, and had sex with me!
Here’s the story:
I was sitting in a small coffee shop in Polanco, in Mexico City. It was around 8 AM and I was working on a blog post.
The cafe was empty at first. But then a couple walked in. A tall striking woman with dark features and clear pale skin. Slim but voluptuous; with big tits and a curvy ass. She was with a small blue-eyed pale-skinned man.
They were both dressed in the punk-rock style. All black, Doc Martens boots, wallet chains, etc. They said hello to me, then sat down a few tables away. Despite their clothes, they clearly had money. They were using iPhones and MacBooks and working on a business project.
I tried ignoring them. But it was tough, because the girl talked a lot. And I could hear everything she was saying. I also noticed her South American accent; she was clearly from Uruguay or Argentina.
I assumed they were a couple. But even so, when the guy took a bathroom break, I struck up a conversation with her:
“De donde eres?” I asked.
“De Argentina, de Buenos Aires.” She said. “Y vos?”
We chatted for just a minute. But then the guy returned – so I didn’t have time to ask if he was her boyfriend.
Then she went to the bathroom. So I started talking to the guy. He was from Mexico City, a really nice bro. When the girl came back, they went to work again, and so did I.
But I could feel them looking at me out of the corner of my eye. They didn’t say anything else though. Eventually they packed up, said goodbye, and left. I stayed put and kept working.
Ten minutes later I felt someone standing over me. When I looked up, it was the Mexican guy, by himself. I was confused at first, not sure what he wanted.
“Oye.” he said. “Tu eres como super el type de mi amiga. Y ella quiere tu numero. Que piensas?”
“OK, si.” I said. “Y ella no eres tu novia?”
“No.” he said.
Well, damn. They weren’t a couple. And she’d sent him back to get my number! I hadn’t been expecting that, but it was a nice surprise. He put his phone down on the table and I copied her number into mine. Then we shook hands and he left.
Later that day I texted her.
I wasn’t able to lock down a date at first – she was kind of elusive.
But about a week later we finally met up at a bar close to my place.
From there it was like any other first date.
We had a few drinks, talked, I touched her aggressively, and we made out hard.
Then we went back to my house, watched a movie, and fucked.
She’d hit on me, she clearly liked me, and we actually had really good sex.
But in the end?
It was just another one-night stand.
And I never saw her again.