I arrived into Managua yesterday afternoon, the typical find your hostel in the blazing midday sun ensued, I checked in, and went for a wander, I discover that it’s not what I expected, it’s a dirty old, traditional Nicaraguan pueblo, steaming with culture. Filthy, old, derelict and amazing. After a few hours wandering around, I return to the hostel (which is now nearly empty) and start making friends.
First is an Australian rotter, she’s friendly but not someone I would want to ever be friends with, but for social catalyst, she’s perfect, we get a drink in the bar and I start chatting to another German couple who have just arrived, who I had met previously in my travels.
In walks a guy and a girl, both young and good looking. I’m propped up against the bar and I’ve got a circle of people around me, just as they walk in, the crowd starts laughing at something I have just said.
I catch 2 glances from the girl as they are checking in, I Ignore them and avoid eye contact. Later on I’m sitting at a table doing some work on my laptop and the girl finds a reason to come and start a conversation, I indulge her and ask her a few carefully selected screening questions. My value is still sky high and I’m making sure not to fuck that up.
I couldn’t find a picture of a girl who looked like her, so here’s one of someone substantially hotter,
Hello, Is this Dog?
Later on again, I’m sitting at a table having dinner with him and her and I find out they have been dating for 12 months and this is their first trip together, she’s 22 and he is 21. They are both Dutch Psychology students they met at university and it took them 6 months of chatting at lunchtime before he asked her out on a date.
What he looked like
This man is out of his depth and doesn’t know what he is dealing with; he’s swimming with sharks…… Sharks with frikkin’ laser beams attached to their heads.
Everything the guy says, I shut him down and build a bridge between him and her. Everytime he says something slightly condescending towards me, I turn it around and use it against him. It was Wilt chamberlain scoring 100 points in a game, it was Maradona scoring against England in the 86 world cup, Muhammad Ali knocking out Foreman in the 8th round in Zaire. It was a cocksman at his finest. I’m not amazing with women, I’m not even the best seducer in my own house! But in this situation I just knew. I knew what I was doing, I knew how to play it, and I knew that this 22yo Child couldn’t compete on any level.
Ok… Hang on. I just realized I haven’t given this story any context. At the moment I’m just coming off like a cunt, trying to steal some guy’s girlfriend. Some poor guy who has spent the last 12 months trying to figure out how to make this girl happy, doing everything in his power to keep this girl as his girlfriend. He’s done everything society, his friends, his father has told him to do and it’s been working. In Holland he has a good career ahead of him, plenty of money, a gorgeous young girlfriend and a world of opportunity ahead of him.
Now some Aussie cunt has thrown a spanner in the works. He’s ruined his day/week/holiday/relationship. But why?
The real answer is because I can. I can take his girlfriend away from him, I can divide them only using a few words, and I can build attraction with just instinct and 3 or 4 well thought out stories.
But why do it? I don’t have a reason; I knew it was a cunt of a thing to do before I did it…. I knew that I was being unnecessarily cruel, I knew that with a bit of work, I could find another cute young single girl and get to work on her.
Fuck you Cunt, that’s still not a reason…. Ok… I don’t have a reason, I just wanted to see what was possible. I’d had 3 Cuba Libres and was feeling like the dark side had a hold of me.
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After 2 hours of emasculating this poor young man, he got the shits and went to bed. I start comfort with his girlfriend and it goes down perfectly, I run into seamless comfort and she opens up like a can of beans. She’s rubbing my foot under the table, whilst giving me the big, wide ‘me gusta’ eyes.
We find a flimsy pretext to leave the hostel together and within minutes I’ve got her pinned up against the wall and she’s got her hand on my cock, telling me how much she’s wanted this since she met me. The angel and devil don’t make an appearance this time… Its full steam ahead in my douchebaggery.
I’m happy, I’ve got an absolutely gorgeous girl, a solid 8 in anyone’s book, who is completely into me and wanting to fuck.
Her and I both discuss and don’t want to fuck in a street doorway. I actually really like this girl, she’s feminine, beautiful and youthful. We decide that we will get a private room in the hostel, and fuck there. It’s not to be, the hostel is full, no spare privates… we spend another 2 hours chatting in comfort, making out and planning our sexual adventure. I put her to bed with the plan of continuing on Friday when she returns from her 2 day hike.
Long story short. I’m on a see saw, on one side there is a guy who I feel sorry for, who just had his life turned upside down by some cunt that he hardly knows, on the other side, I’ve met a girl who is really nice, exactly what I like, who’s well into me….
The Humanitarian/Liberal side of me wants to step back and let him carry on with his girlfriend.
The other (dark side) says that it’s just another girl, that there are no friends in love and war and he should have seen it coming and will learn from the experience.
To be continued.
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