My ex-girlfriend had a small apartment in La Condesa, in Mexico City. After we’d been dating for a while, she made a new friend. A Venezuelan girl named Iris who lived in the same building.
Iris was very good-looking. 29 years old. Short and thick but not fat. Super-voluptuous. Fair white skin with an angelic face, long brown hair, and big brown eyes. Giant fake tits, each one was literally bigger than her head! Fat round ass but slender waist. Raspy, sexy smoker’s voice.
Iris liked casual sex. So she always had new men around. No big deal – that’s normal these days.
But then she got engaged to an American guy from Washington, DC. They’d met while he was visiting CDMX. That didn’t stop Iris from acting badly…
Here are few of her stats:
- Iris fucked a Frenchman one week before her wedding. She kept fucking Frenchy after she got married. No condoms.
- She banged an American man two days before her wedding. They fucked outside – in a doorway in a back alley. One-night stand with no condom.
- Iris fucked an Argentine guy two weeks after her wedding, while her husband was back in the States. Another ONS with no condom.
- She met an 80-year-old Mexican politician three weeks after her honeymoon. She found the old guy through a ‘modeling agency.’ She agreed to spend four days in a hotel with him. He promised her $45,000 MXN ($2,400 USD) for her services, then paid her with a check afterwards. But the check bounced and the old man ghosted. The agency was fake – just a shell owned by the viejo who’d scammed her.
And I’m sure there were other men, those are just the ones I know about! How did she pull this off? Where was her husband? Well, Iris had more freedom than most new brides, because her man was in DC while she was in Mexico City – a few months after the wedding she joined him in the States.
I don’t fault her for fucking. Women get horny too. And if a girl wants to ride the cock carousel, then that’s her business. But when you get married, things should be different.
So I felt kinda bad for her husband. From the pics I saw (I never met him) he looked like a nice, normal American guy. Good job, tall, white, moderately handsome, well-dressed, probably well-educated. And I hear he was actually good at sex!
But it didn’t matter.
She still fucked other men every chance she got. Sometimes for money, sometimes for free. A literal and figurative whore.
Yes, she’s an extreme example.
But there’s an important lesson here for men thinking of marriage:
You can’t make a ho a housewife.
Yes, it’s a cliché.
But it’s also true.
Men who marry whores get rewarded with misery and humiliation.
And they deserve it, too, for being fucking stupid.
So what about the American cuck?
Did I tell him about his whorish wife?
He’s not my friend – I owe him nothing.
Eventually he’ll probably find out anyway – and then the problem will fix itself.
A man can protect himself from women like the Venezuelan girl, simply by never getting married.
But if you’re a guy who wants to marry someday?
Don’t get suckered.
Keep your eyes wide open – do your homework before committing to any one woman.
Naive, romantic men who believe in fairy-tale love stories are setting themselves up for serious pain.
So don’t be fooled by her pretty face, my friend.
And remember the story of the Venezuelan girl and the American cuck.
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