Around the World in 80 Girls: The Epic 3 Year Trip of a Backpacking Casanova (52 page)

The
whole group of travelers and connected locals went to a nearby club called Vegas. The good thing about going out with a group of people who don’t know each other well is that when the group spreads out over the club, you constantly run into people you barely know, but to an outsider you look like the guy who knows everyone inside. I met a hard rock guy inside the club who spoke excellent English and that was just what I needed. I’d already made contact with several girls but wanted to keep my options open.

I
took the English-speaking guy to the pink/blonde girl and asked him to translate literally for me. The next few sentences were incredible romantic nonsense and the guy asked if I was serious. I told him just to translate. Once he was finished the girl looked at me and said to him in Portuguese, “I want to go to a dark spot and kiss him”.

I
took her by the hand and that’s just what I did, kiss her. To my surprise she was a really good kisser, I even dare to say she was the best kisser ever. Her lips were big and wet. She made all the right movements and I loved it. I had kissed a ton of girls on my trip but this girl was prize-winning at it. When the club closed I tried to get her to a motel but she declined and gave me her phone number. I texted the next evening in Portuguese but never got a reply. Flakiness is top notch in Brazil.
 

Side note:
This girl kissed so well that half a year later, when I was already back home, I tried to get in touch with her again. I gave her name, phone number and picture to eight people I knew in São Paulo and they tried to get in touch with her, but I never heard anything back. Maybe she doesn’t have the same number anymore, or she gave me a wrong number. That actually never happened to me that I’m aware of, but I heard some guys complain about it before. I still think about her sometimes. You always want what you can’t have.
 

Later
in the week I met another online girl, a Russian/Finnish girl who studied and worked as a translator in São Paulo and was a rock and roll girl. I met her for a few beers in a bar close to Augusta Street and did some of my best date game. I could see that she was attracted to me. She sat really close to me and my touching was warmly welcomed. We went out for a smoke and that’s when I kissed her. She couldn’t stop smiling at me. We walked back to her apartment but I couldn’t get up to her room.
Damn, better luck next time
, I thought. I told her that I was going home but went straight to a club where I met a few girls, but nothing happened that night besides some kissing. The next night I went out for drinks with Rock and Roll Girl again. We kissed more heavily and this time I could kiss her perfectly shaped boobs, but nothing more. She was about to go on a one-month trip through South America and I had one more chance to bone her and get my Finnish flag. She was damn hot and I wanted to go for it.

The
last night out with her was terrible. I packed my backpack and dropped it off at her apartment so I could leave the next day for the Oktoberfest in Blumenau. The plan was to go out all night and that I’d would leave in the morning and sleep all day on the bus back to Florianopolis. My real plan of course was to stay in her bed for a few hours, do my thing and then leave.

So b
efore we went out I put my bag in her room, took a shower and we kissed a bit. When I was kissing her and went for her boobs, she became a bit distant and said she wasn’t an easy girl who had sex on the third date. I might as well have gone back to the hostel because what followed sucked balls.

We
took a bus to a hard rock bar where an Iron Maiden cover band was playing. The band was good but Rock and Roll Girl was distant and drank a lot. We smoked some cigarettes outside the bar and spoke to a few old dudes who were in a Kiss cover band. They obviously liked this pretty girl; twenty-three years old, she had big boobs for her slim body type and great legs. She liked all the attention she got. I had already figured out this was bad news for me.

A
friend of hers showed up, a young Brazilian guy playing in some band. They said they’d been friends for two months now. The guy was all over her and every time I tried some subtle cock-blocking, she just ignored me more. I got pissed off with it and let her know that. She gave me a speech about how she was just friends with the guy and knew he wanted her, but that she was not interested in him. She smiled the same way at him as she did with me on the night I met her. I thought I was maybe paranoid or too focused on banging her.

At
one point the band stopped playing and they wanted to go drink more beer in Augusta Street, where she lived. We argued and I was sick of her. I said I would get my bag and leave. She asked me to stay longer but I couldn’t be around that cock-blocking dickhead anymore. We got in his crappy old car and drove back to her apartment with him still drinking behind the wheel.

I
went to the apartment alone with her and tried to convince her to stay with me up there. The cock-block was waiting downstairs. I kept her up the apartment as long as possible and we agreed to see each other in Prague for New Year’s. She still invited me to drink some more beers with the other guy but I had had enough. I thought,
for you, ten others
but I was disappointed inside all the same.

When
we walked back downstairs we didn’t see the guy but his car was still there. I walked to the metro station, which was already open, and went to the bus station, still quite drunk. She would start her short South America trip the next day.

I
was stupid to let her convince me that I could take a bus to Florianopolis really early in the morning without checking, because there was actually only one bus, which didn’t leave till noon and would arrive late in the evening.  This meant I didn’t have time to go to the hostel and then take a three-hour bus to the Oktoberfest. I hung around the bus station for two hours, not knowing what to do; I had based most of my travel schedule on the Oktoberfest dates. I already missed the Friday night and I would miss the Saturday night too. I decided not to go there at all and was disappointed about it all. If I’d decided that earlier I could have stayed longer in Colombia and Uruguay to keep my flag chase going, or see some of the natural beauty there.

I
sent a message to Rock and Roll Girl and went back to the hostel. I looked up as much as I could about the Octoberfest in Blumenau, something I should have done before I based half my travel schedule on it. I found out that the reason most Brazilian guys like it is because they go there with large groups of friends to drink beer and have bro-fun, not to chase girls. Sure, there will be some guys getting laid or making out, but it will be super hard to pick a girl up there while having not even a place to stay nearby. I was glad I didn’t go after all and stayed for a few extra days in São Paulo.

In
the late afternoon, she still hadn’t replied to my message or added me on Facebook like she said she would. It pissed me off because it filled me with thoughts of her being with that other guy. I never heard from her again, so I’ll never know. I didn’t know I still had so much jealousy in me.

I met an American/Filipino guy named Andrei in the hostel and we went out with a group to Club Vegas that Sa
turday night. There was an annoying English guy in the hostel group who tried to get with some girls there but got nowhere. He was such an annoying beta dork; I couldn’t stand him and his stupid snobby English accent. Seeing him humiliating himself in front of girls made me vomit.

That night I took a Brazilian girl named Leia, a hot Mary-Kate Olsen lookalike, all the way from the other floor to the spot where he and the hostel people were at, just to kiss her right in front of him. Suffer, dude!

We kissed all night and I couldn’t stop touching her ass, which was to die for. But it stayed with kissing and I couldn’t get her outside and away from her girlfriends.

There was a cute Slovakian girl in the hostel group; the dork had tried everything to get with her. Talking for hours with her about travelling, school, work and avoiding all flir
ting and being the listening ear and gentleman.

That Monday night, we got into three taxis to go the D-Edge club, and I was in the taxi with Andrei, the Slovakian girl and the English beta.

The beta was cock-blocking me, he knew everything better than me and kept interrupting the conversations.

Although he was young, he was bald as a cue ball. I su
ddenly asked the girl which shampoo she used and we talked about our long hair. Saying “I love my long hair” and stroking my fingers through it shut him up for a while.

Now, the Slovakian girl was cute but also a bore. I saw soon that no-one would get her in the end. Well, on to the Brazilian girls. I kissed a cute 19-year-old girl in the Edge club and approached several others.

D-Edge is a place with a giant roof where everyone comes to smoke or hang out. An ideal place to meet girls. I hardly saw the dance floor or the others from the hostel. I was hanging out with the Filipino guy and we met Miss Brazil 2001 at the end of the night. She was there with her boyfriend, who was stupidly drunk. Although she won the title ten years ago, you could still see she used to be very hot. We took some pictures together. I looked her up on the Internet the next day and it was really her: Juliana Borges. She was quite controversial those days due to false rumors about seventeen plastic surgery operations before taking the title of Miss Brazil.

Charlize
had asked me to go to the cinema with her. At first I agreed to go with her but sent a text later that it would bring back too many memories of the cinema where I kissed her for the first time. She was disappointed.

I
planned to leave on Wednesday night and Charlize wanted to say goodbye. We met in a dining place close to her house and she drank some Smirnoff ice, the only alcoholic drink she likes. She was dressed up all sexy and looked hotter than ever. Her big boobs almost bursting out of her shirt, her firm ass perfectly round, always a smile on her face. I knew I wasn’t going anywhere with her but sweet- talked anyway. I kept staring her deep in her eyes and she was very emotional, saying she wanted to be with me but had to stay loyal.

When
we walked back from the dining place, she couldn’t take it anymore and suddenly grabbed me and kissed me. I pulled her into an alley and we had a steamy make-out session. I was looking for a place to have sex but there was nothing around and she said she was already very late because she had to meet her boyfriend. I hated the thought when she said that. We kissed some more and my hands felt over her body. Damn, it felt so good. I had been with many girls in the meanwhile but Charlize had always been on my mind. It felt good, it felt pure. The only girls who came close to her were sweet Marisol from Valparaiso in Chile and that little cutie Evita in Lima.

Ironically
a week after I left she sent a text meant for me to her boyfriend by accident and he dumped her. I thought of going back to São Paulo and would have if I’d had more time but I was already so behind on my schedule that I had to skip cities, including the cities the three Brazilian girls in Chile had invited me to, so I decided not to.

I
went out so many times and experienced so much stuff that I have to skip parts of the story. I went out with a tall, cute black girl to an all-black club in São Paulo, which was great. I never saw so many hot black Brazilian girls in one place. I was the only white guy but that didn’t give me much in the way of bonus points. Language barriers were high and the approach anxiety came back, but not for long. 

I
also went out with a beautiful half Japanese/Brazilian girl. On that date a beaten-up, blood-covered girl came into the bar, needing medical attention. Talk about some serious cock-blocking. She was in a bit of a shock and two sketchy-looking guys took her to the hospital on a motorbike. I can’t say I really trusted the look of those guys; it might have been one of them who did it. The half Japanese girl and I had a few more drinks later but she had to get up early in the morning and needed to go.

W
hen she dropped me off at Augusta Street later that night, she told me that she sometimes went to kinky parties all dressed up in leather. My jaw dropped when she told me that because she didn’t look the part at all: she was quite the artsy girl and looked classy. I tried to escalate immediately but it was too late. Setting up a second date was hard. She wanted to and texted me a lot but had a hard time getting off from her two jobs. I guess I’ll just have to get back to Brazil one day and catch up.

I
was starting to dislike Brazilian girls a little bit. Since I arrived in Brazil I’d gone out almost ten times and got nothing but kisses and touching tits and ass. It was time to get my dick wet.

Brazil
was not living up its reputation. On the internet I read about a lot of guys who were also struggling in Brazil, even they had a way bigger living budget and nicer clothes than me. Some even spoke Portuguese and had problems with it. It made me feel better.

At this point I was so bored with sightseeing and doing “local” things that I was only interested in going out. Can you blame me? I was sightseeing for two years already.

Brazil – Rio de
Janeiro

Rio
de Janeiro is the only city in Brazil you absolutely have to visit. My hostel was situated right between the Ipenema and Copacabana beaches. The location was perfect, the hostel wasn’t; it was quite a mess – but I couldn’t care less. It was six in the morning and I was dead tired. The hostel was partly owned by a friendly American guy and he told me a dorm bed was only fifteen reals a night. That’s about eight dollars a night and dirt-cheap compared to the forty reals prices I paid in Florianopolis and São Paulo.