Growing up in a small town in Iowa…
I never was into Latinas to be honest.
As we didn’t have too many.
White chicks for me, I suppose.
And a few black chicks also that would come by from Chicago as, for whatever reason, our small town got a lot of black folks leaving Chicago in those years to smaller towns close by.
In my time growing up there, I think we had maybe less than 10 Latinas that I can think of who graduated from my high school class.
Or something like that.
Either way, I went to college afterwards in another state where I ended up dating this chick who was from another country initially…
But that relationship didn’t last long whatsoever – it ended fairly quick due to external issues that the chick had that I simply wasn’t capable of helping her handle.
Simply put, she became suicidal due to issues in life and I tried my best to help her out but couldn’t figure out how to help her.
Either way, I was already getting funds arranged through some grants to travel through Latin America.
And so off I went….
To my first South American country – Bolivia!
About 6 years ago more or less….
Arrival to Bolivia
If you want a more detailed description of my time in Bolivia, just read this article I wrote here.
Anyway, I ended up traveling to the Amazon Rainforest in my first week down in Bolivia…
Before traveling to a city called Cochabamba.
During my time in Cochabamba, I was mostly working for this NGO.
Where my work involved being in charge of getting funds to help this specific NGO build portable toilets in the area.
From my memory, we got some organization called Water for People to give some funds….
It might have been that organization but I don’t remember perfectly – it was some international NGO.
And then, on top of that, we got about another $1,500 USD roughly in funds raised online.
Now, I remember one day in particular…
I was asking my boss – a very chill Bolivian dude named Julio – about clubs or bars to visit in Cochabamba that he would recommend.
He ended up recommending a few places…
One of which was this social event held in Bolivia called Parlana.
Now Parlana is basically this social event held in different Bolivian cities…
Where it is held every Tuesday at different bars each week.
And in these bars, there were different tables scattered about that had the flags of different countries placed on each one.
The idea was that if you were at a table with a specific flag, you wanted to practice the language of that flag.
So at the German flag table, you would practice German.
On the Brazilian one, you would practice Portuguese…
Though to be fair…
The only languages ever practiced for the most part were English and Spanish….
With some Portuguese also from what I remember…
Either way, I remember sitting down at a table at this event one Tuesday night….
And meeting some new people and making friends…
But then thinking to myself “I want to get laid.”
As any young man in his early to mid 20s would be thinking….
So I got up…
And there was some local band playing near the front…
I walked up to this large crowd of people dancing…
And I saw this young brown Latina woman by herself.
We made eye contact right away and just started dancing naturally with each other.
Anyway, I invited her outside where I could hear her speak better away from the band and have a conversation…
Well, the conversation went along and we walked back to her place before I went back to my place.
She wasn’t down for hooking up that night but was down for the next time we left to enjoy the night…
But our fun didn’t end at the next date either…
Over the Next 2 Months
I was in Bolivia for roughly 3 months.
I didn’t really meet this chick – whose name we will call Mariana – until about a month into my time there.
After our time at Parlana meeting each other, I invited her to meet me at a park nearby…
Where we spent time getting to know each other sitting at a park bench and just chatting…
I usually try to avoid spending money on chicks on dates so a park bench date…
Though not ideal for women looking to squeeze men out of money on a date..
Worked fine for this particular day.
Unfortunately, I was staying at a homestay in Bolivia so I didn’t have anywhere to bring her…
But that wasn’t a problem on the next date…
Drinks, Karaoke & Motel
Finally, on our next date…
I remember we went to some nightclub where we danced a bit…
The same nightclub you can read about here when I got confronted by a group of angry Bolivians…
Anyway, we left the club after having met some cool Bolivian dudes who were pretty chill.
Who were brothers and ultimately became good friends of mine in this city..
We ended up walking around late at night at around 2 or 3 AM…
Looking for a bar to have fun at…
And ended up in the rock n’ roll karaoke bar…
Which was basically dead from my memory.
We walked in.
Ordered a few beers.
And I went to the bathroom after to take a piss.
When I got back, I sat down next to her to share a few beers that we ordered.
And in the moment, I caught her looking at me a certain way…
I didn’t break eye contact when I caught it – one of those looks that screams “I want to fuck” coming from her.
Suffice to say, a night of rock n’ roll karaoke wasn’t really on her mind that night.
And quickly after we made eye contact, we started making out.
Now we didn’t have a place we could go to after this…
She lived a bit far away from where we were…
In some crappy neighborhood…
Though that hasn’t stopped me from visiting crappy neighborhoods in Latin America in hindsight…
Haha haha haha haha….
And I was living at a homestay – so I couldn’t bring her back.
But, interesting enough, she knew some motels in the area for us to go to.
We ended up going to some motel that was named “America” something if my memory serves right.
That was a walking distance away fortunately enough…
And pretty cheap for a room for the night – I’m talking like only 5 to 10 bucks for the night for the both of us.
In the Motel
In the moment and in hindsight…
It was clear this chick knew how to fuck.
We walked onto the third or fourth floor of this place…
And there was empty doors all along the hallway…
Nobody else staying here…
We got into our room…
And very quickly got down to business.
The only things I remembered that night were…
“That was fucking great….”
And…
“God damn, your hands are tiny.”
She was a petite woman to be fair.
Petite but with some big ass tits.
And was the first Latina woman I ever had sex with.
Up to this point…
I’ve had a few white chicks…
An Indian chick…
But now a Latina chick also…
And we woke up the next morning….
Where the motel room didn’t have a shower in our bedroom.
But the motel room next to us did…
Sounds a bit dirty to do…
But we ended up taking the shower in the next room as there was nobody on the floor to catch us…
And used the sheets for the bed of that room to dry off.
Nasty?
Yeah, but we didn’t bring any towels with us and it was all we had to dry off from the shower.
We ended up walking out of that motel later…
But it wasn’t the only time we went back there…
Going Forward…
In the end, we never ended up getting into a formal relationship…
For some reason, I always had the initial belief that she was more of a chick down to fuck than someone wanting to be a relationship.
Plus, I knew I was only going to be there for a few months more so I didn’t care to pursue anything more.
As it wouldn’t make sense.
But that isn’t to say that we didn’t enjoy each other’s company.
Our time together mostly involved sex and going to a bar or club together to have a good night out drinking.
Anyway, I remember one night in particular where I wanted to know more about her because I was curious about her life…
I’m in Love with a Stripper
It was at this point where I got a greater understanding of her life.
We were sitting down at some other karaoke bar in Cochabamba, Bolivia.
And we were trying to get the staff to put on a John Lennon song for us to sing.
I forgot what it was – I think “Stand By Me” or something like that.
Either way, they were fucking it up and couldn’t get the song up despite it being on the menu of songs they had on this piece of paper that had songs they could put up.
Forget it…
We said as we went along with other songs that came up.
One of which was some song by Soda Stereo.
This Argentine rock band you can see here.
We ended up singing that song if I remember right – that’s a typical song of theirs that is often popular.
Either way, despite the complications with finding a song to sing at this other karaoke place…
We ended up having a discussion.
I was curious anyway as I had sex with her a few times now and liked her on a personal level.
Was curious “what do you do for a living?”
We had known each other for probably about 2 months by this point and was almost the time for me to leave Bolivia actually…
To Argentina.
But over the course of our conversation…
She gave me a more detailed picture of her life…
As of that conversation, I know she was working at some bar in Bolivia.
But beforehand?
From what I understood, she was kicked out of her home at an early age.
Due to abuse in the home (mostly sexual) and conflicts around that.
And she ended up going into the sex industry – stripping specifically.
And getting a drug habit as well….
Before working to get out of that type of work.
I put the Cuba Libre down that I ordered as I listened to her…
Truth is, I did like her beyond just the sex.
Though she knew how to do well sexually…
Truthfully, she was a woman that I really enjoyed spending time with on a personal level mostly because we could relate to each other very well.
And she wasn’t a dumbass – she actually was fun to talk with.
That’s not something I can say about most women – someone who is interesting to me beyond sex is rare.
Well, it is what it is.
To this day, as we have kept in touch over the years..
I know she is in a better place – no longer working in that industry as she wasn’t either when we first met up and were hanging out.
I’ll give her that --- from what I know, she has always been a hard worker covering her own ass without anyone else helping her out.
And despite the struggles she got in life with the hand of cards she got…
Is a pretty humble person at the end of the day and not someone who is bitter either…
Though I had no illusions about anything happening between us…
I did enjoy my time with her sexually and also when we would hang out at whatever bar or park…
Not only because we connected well personally…
In part because of how down to earth she was…
And as well I have known other people in my life who have been down what she has.
On top of that, if I am being honest, I connect better just generally speaking with the lower to middle class folks than the upper class fresas of the word.
Not always necessarily though. Just at times it is what I have noticed.
And also I felt she was never trying to take advantage of me.
As she always paid for her own half on everything from bars to restaurants.
Never had to spend a dollar on her outside of the occasional buying her a drink here and there at some random club.
On one of our last nights hanging out together, we were at some Brazilian buffet.
Eating the food.
And she said to me “I’ll miss you” in Spanish as she knew my time in Bolivia was coming to an end….
In the end, it’s good to know she managed to get herself out of the hellhole that she grew up in.
We don’t talk so much anymore as time has gone by and contacts fade over time…
But communication does still happen once a year or so..
And, from last I heard, she is still doing well.
Despite this whole coronavirus thing.
And that is the story of my first hookup with a Latina woman down here.
About 6 years ago or so as of this writing.
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Matt