3.25.17 cancun 4th day
Took a ferry and met my future wife on it. SUPPPPPERRRR
sexy. Sexy face, sexy body. Big boobs. She was excited to hear all of my stupid
stories. She’s super smart. She points out inconsistencies in my stories. I’m
marrying this girl and having 18 kids with her. But the texts are cold and
sparse. I invite her to Palazzo tonight. She “can’t make any promises”
Went to palazzo. Event day again. Holy fuck. Again the guy
to girl ratio will be 3:1. Have to start early or else everything will be lost.
Instead I started watching girls dance on a dance pole and lost momentum. 30
minutes later, the 3:1 ratio was established and the chances were
astronomically reduced. I realized that and I told John that we’ll both do 5
approaches each then go on the sidewalk. I did my 5 approaches. COmpletele
failure. John did 3.
Then I saw the red hair girl with big boobs. All by
herself. She must have just got in so the 3:1 ratio didn’t start yet. I
approached her, lifted her off the stairs and put her down. Tiny little thing.
Red hair but no blue eyes. Can’t be picky. I started running game while running
my hands on her body. Didn’t like her hair pulled. She didn’t drink at all that
night. I tried pulling twice on the sidewalk. Tried pulling home. She said
she’s on her period. I should have ended right there. Instead I kept going. She
met up with her friend and another guy, I pulled them all to another club, made
out with her more, sucked on her boobs then they all left. Went home alone on
the bus, depressed and angry. Texted my LA therapist to tell her how lonely I
feel.
My future wife texts me “I saw you with that girl last
night.” I respond “I was just trying to make you jelous. Did it work.” She just
laughs. I apologize. The marriage is off. I feel more lonely than ever.
3.26.17 cancun 5th day
Bought some bullshit $80 ticket to some gayass show. John
gets screened at the door and can’t get
in because of his Viagra pill. He goes home at 11:30 pm. Weak sauce. I go in
there. It’s meant for a 150 person theater but they packed 600 people. I was by
the exit staring in. The show was garbage. Just music videos on a screen and I
left in 15 minutes. I pay to get in another club. Holy moly. The girl to guy
ratio is 1:1. I’m fucking tonight FOR SURE. I start drinking again OPEN BAR
again. I meet my Mateo friend at his usual table. I tell him that I’ll try to
bring some girls to his table. I start dancing with a Latina girl with ZERO
English. But love is a universal language so it doesn’t bother me. I stop
dancing because I’m afraid she’s a puta. I don’t want to pay for sex. I go
around, dance a little more with other girls. I keep getting rejected. No one
wants to fuck tonight.
I go to Senor Frogs. I see this tall SEXYYYY girl. But
she says something in code “these are my brothers.” Translation – if you want
to fuck me, you have to get them girls too. Ah shit. Hard as hell. I don’t care
about that code. I start dancing with her, feel her up. Place is closing. I try
to pull but her stupid brothers are there. They go to another bar, I can’t get
in. I’m left on the sidewalk. I get robbed by 2 prostitutes right there on the
sidewalk. I can’t get home. Cabbie says “don’t worry” and takes me to an ATM.
He robs me too by overcharging me. I go home sad as fuck. I angrily tell john
my story.
I get robbed again at the airport. “Where’s your visa” wtf
is that. I came here to party not some gayass visa stay. “You have to check in
with immigration” where we pay $35 to finally get out of the damn country.