Let me tell you my sad, stupid story. I made an unexpected return trip (on two week’s notice) back to SJO for July 3-7. Managed to get a room at Scores, my usual place and my usual room. The reason for the trip was primarily to spend time with my favorita (who I had seen in March and then again in June and became quite enamored with – I know, bad idea), as she makes my blood boil. The GFE sex with her is awesome and I love spending time with her. If she’s like this with her other customers (which she tells me are limited now that she began working a “real job” a few months ago), they are lucky. Of course, I’d love to think she’s only that good with me, but I’d be kidding myself.
When I first came up with the idea of heading to SJO for July 4th weekend, I first contacted the favorita to make sure she was available the entire time I would be there. After all, that was the point….to get my fill of her for four straight days – wifing up, as you all would say. She said yes, no problem, I’d love to see you again. I made it a point to tell her that the only reason I was coming back to SJO so soon was to see her and she seemed to get it. I arrived on Thursday and saw her Thursday night. Great time as always. Saw her again on Friday night and she stayed the night. Another great time. But here’s where the trouble starts. When I saw her on Thursday, she said that there was one change of plans…she was busy Saturday night (informal party for a friend getting married after the game), but could see me during the day and watch the soccer game with me. Ok, no problem.
Friday night comes around and she tells me that she was now going to be busy all day Saturday. She was having a BBQ for her family and a few friends at her place – her first BBQ at her new place – to watch the game. Then she had the reception. OK, no problem. Sounds OK to me. I’ll just watch the game at Scores. I’m still feeling pretty good because I know I’ll see her all day Sunday. We start to make plans for the day and for dinner. She agrees that she’ll stay the night on Sunday so she can say good-bye to me Monday morning.
Sunday morning comes and I’m excited. I can’t wait to see her. I didn’t do any women on Saturday, saving it all for her on Sunday. Tried to call her and messaged her on Facebook. Finally heard from her around noon and she said she just got up. OK, no problem. She can party pretty hard, so if she partied hard for the game and the wedding, then I’m not surprised she slept in late. Time goes by and nothing. About two hours later, I hear from her again. Her message says she’s feeling sick and wants to sleep some more….she’ll call me later. No problem, I say. I start to get a little suspicious, but I still (stupidly) believe she’s going to call and eventually come over…as she had generally been true to her word up to this point (and has never asked me for money, gifts, etc., like many scam artists would do). Time goes by and I’m getting pissed. Nothing. She finally texts me around 7 p.m. to tell me that she’s sorry, she’s sick and can’t come. Not even a phone call, just a text. She wishes me a good trip home and sends her besos. Wow! Can’t believe I let this happen to me. I’ve read all of the warnings. I knew there was a chance it wouldn’t work out as I had expected, but after Thursday and Friday, I was a believer. Stupid gringo. I guess I had to learn the hard way. I text her back and say that at least she could have called to tell me directly. But I’m sure the tica (puta?) brain can’t handle such logic. Still holding out hope that she really was sick on Sunday, I send her a message by Facebook Monday morning (as I was packing) saying that I hoped she felt better. She replied “Have a good trip.” What she may not know (or maybe she knows, but just doesn’t care) is that when you send a message on Facebook from your cell phone in Costa Rica, Facebook identifies where the message is coming from. My (former) favorita lives in a town outside of San Jose. Her message is sent from JACO!!!! Oh my God, I just can’t believe it! Just like all of you warned……they lie, lie, lie….and have no concern about doing it. Of course I had to show her that I was not quite as much of a dumb gringo as she thought, so I message her back that I was so glad she must be feeling better, so much so that she was already in Jaco! I’m sure she doesn’t care, but I wanted to make a point to her that I caught her in that lie. At least I feel better about it.
I certainly can’t complain about the two nights I spent with her. But I was a fool to think that she’d spend my entire trip with her. I was a fool to plan this trip because of her. I was a fool to pass on any other p*ssy on Saturday, just because of her. Never again will I do this. If she’s around, I’d gladly Phuck her for a few hours and that’s it. But I learned my lesson about trying to “wife-up.” What a disaster. Feel free to pound me for my stupidity. Hopefully others will learn from this, but probably not because I read all of the other posts and I still thought there was a chance that it would turn out different for me. I’m a pretty smart guy, but when it comes to chicas, the brain just doesn’t seem to work very well. A chick who dropped out of school at 15 once again gets the best of a guy with two graduate degrees. Ugh.
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