On another night in Cochabamba, Bolivia…
I walked into a bar with a chick I was hooking up with a few times named Mariana.
Now Mariana and I often went to these events called Parlana – where you would basically meet other people at tables where you could practice new languages.
But, in practice, it was just meant to have a few beers and meet people – maybe hookup with someone new.
So I’m there with Mariana and some of the other people in our little crowd were there – a guy named Sergio, another guy named Andres if I remember right or something that starts with an A.
And our table merges with a table of another group of people.
So we are all sitting there…
And this chick to my side – a white Bolivian chick with black hair – was really trying to get my attention.
It was clear she was very much into me but I didn’t feel like messing around with her then.
Which, funny enough, I think made her even more persistent to get to know me.
Anyway, funny enough, my friend Andres nudges me and hints that she is into me.
It was pretty obvious.
Well, either way, the night goes on and Lizeth and I continue to exchange a few words here and there…
And she has to get going – but before she does, she writes her name on a piece of paper and gives it to me.
Later that week, I remember sitting down at a bar in Cochabamba with Mariana.
We got talking about things – her life and where I am going – we say our goodbyes from there as it was a bit of a “goodbye” party with beer between us.
And the day after, I am on a computer in a cyber café and I get this thought – “wait, didn’t that chick give me her name?”
So I look it up on Facebook and there she is.
We get talking and quickly enough we have a date set up later…
Meeting Lizeth
It was during the night…
Standing outside an old looking building with a few broken windows in Cochabamba, Bolivia….
With an outside market from what I remember behind me with plenty of people buying and selling stuff.
I was knocking on the door of some chick I had met before named Lizeth.
She was a white looking Bolivian chick (one of a few down there) that I had met originally at a bar in Cochabamba among some friends that introduced me to her.
But in typical Latina fashion, she decided to be late and showed up around 20 minutes or so after she said she would.
At one point, I considered heading out back to my place because the street I was on didn’t look very safe..
But my dick got the better of my judgment – “no, you fool, we going to get some pussy!”
Alright, alright…
Eventually she comes around the corner with some guy who happened to be her cousin from what she told me.
A good deal of her family lived here – her mom, cousin, other cousins also, etc…
Her dad, from what I remember, was Argentinean and basically abandoned her.
Either way, here she was walking up to me and we get inside the building.
Now her apartment was on the very top of the building with a shit ton of stairs for us to climb.
We get walking inside and there’s no lights walking up the stairs so it was a bit dark.
Her cousin walking behind me and her leading us to the top.
Once at the top, I remember being introduced fairly quickly to the rest of her family who was there.
Just some extra female cousins of her – about two or three of them.
We shook hands and they offered me some juice like drink.
They were quite cute too – one of those cases where you want to fuck the rest of her family.
Anyway, she got changed for the night as we were going to get some icecream at a mall nearby before going to a nightclub.
I asked a friend of mine named Julio about some club in the area that he would recommend.
I wanted to go to a really fancy club – let’s see what’s the best that Cochabamba has to offer.
So, anyway, we walk to the ice cream place.
And keep in mind my Spanish was much worse back then – I was very basic conversational where I could understand if you spoke slowly.
But she was harder to understand and would just talk forever and ever…
Thankfully, I never had to talk much because she seemed like she was only interested in hearing herself talk.
So I would repeat a few of her words that I would catch and go “uh huh…”
Then we got to the club.
It wasn’t much of a walk and it was definitely quite a nice area.
Most people were dressed very nicely and I was obviously not dressed appropriately for the occasion.
But, perhaps because I am a white foreigner, they let me in without any problem.
Once inside, we had a good time and all before eventually leaving…
And eventually, over the night, we get into a taxi looking for this motel that another Bolivian woman that I hooked up with often named Mariana showed me.
It was named “Americana” or something like that from memory…
We eventually found some motel that looked like it but they wouldn’t let us get a room for some reason.
So we left the motel and, for whatever dumb reason, decided to just walk around looking for one.
And it must have been like 1 or 2 AM or something so this was obviously stupid.
We ended up walking through eventually this really shitty neighborhood that made me think…
“wait, where the fuck are we?”
And for whatever reason, Lizeth just went along with it…
Anyway, I think to myself as we got deeper into this neighborhood “we got to get the fuck out of here.”
Thankfully, we stumbled upon a taxi and the driver was a young man.
I explained the situation to him that we are lost looking for a place.
Anyway, we get inside the taxi and are basically hopping from one motel to the next asking for a room and they all say no!
And I can’t take Lizeth back to my place because I am living in a homestay.
Well, Lizeth isn’t sure about taking me back to her place because she has family there..
Anyway, Lizeth eventually says “alright, fuck it, let’s go back to my place.”
But before we do…
And to my surprise, they were able to find a 24 hour pharmacy that had a drive through.
I did not think there would be one here in Cochabamba.
So we can get whatever she needs at the pharmacy but we can’t get a fucking motel room?!
Alright, whatever..
So we go by the window and I didn’t understand what Lizeth wanted to buy.
But she takes out some money and gives it to the taxi driver and here we get a pack of condoms.
Even though I had some condoms on person…
Fair enough, I guess I can save what I have now..
Anyway, the taxi driver takes us back to her place.
And, keep in mind, we must have been in his taxi for at least 30 minutes.
And being a gringo, you know he could try to overcharge me.
But, being a real bro, he only charges me like around 2 to 4 bucks in Bolivianos.
Which, yeah, Bolivia is cheap but the price should have been way higher given the length of the ride.
I guess he was just being helpful.
I made sure to give him a good tip for not trying to rip me off and helping us trying to find a place.
Anyway, we get inside and up to her room..
And very quickly we get things going…
But before we actually start fucking, someone is knocking on her door…
She opens the door butt ass naked and I am there with my hard dick in my hand…
“Like, what…”
And it was one of her female cousins at the door who looks at me and I look at her…
And, funny enough, I did understand what she said to Lizeth – “we need to talk.”
They go out into the living room or somewhere and she is gone for maybe 5 minutes.
I have no idea what they said but I was able to hear them talk easy enough.
Anyway, she comes back…
And, to this day…
She was one of the best chicks I had ever fucked anywhere.
Just full of lust and energy that made that night much more memorable.
With her butt ass naked bent over in front of the window that she had in her room…
And I liked to imagine that there were a crowd of hundreds of people outside that window on the street looking up and witnessing what a dirty fucking whore she was that night…
“Puta madre, mi vecina es la zorra de los gringos hoy en la noche…”
“Asi es, boliviano…asi es….”
But the apartment was pretty far up on top of this huge building – so probably not.
After having sex a few times that night, we ended up going to bed finally…
And having more fun in the morning…
Before it was time for me to head home.
Thankfully, the homestay I had at the time didn’t care if I was there or not.
I actually had two homestays – the first one was more invasive about my movements in the city while the second one didn’t give a fuck where I was at night.
Either way, I made sure to keep in touch with Lizeth as I left back to my place…
A Month Later…
My encounter with Lizeth happened just a day or two before I ended up taking a bus from Cochabamba, Bolivia to La Paz, Bolivia…
And then to Cusco, Peru for around a month more or less.
My time in Cusco was also quite fun – but a lot less sexual – as you can read here.
Anyway, I had to catch a bus back to La Paz, Bolivia from Cusco, Peru to catch a flight to Buenos Aires, Argentina.
On my way back…
I made sure to reach out to Lizeth to have her take a bus from Cochabamba to La Paz.
I almost never spend money on women – unless she is my girlfriend and I am buying her a gift for Christmas or something..
Or maybe it’s just another hookup chick and I will buy her a beer or a cup of coffee or something..
But with Lizeth, I wanted to be with her again.
That night fucking her over and over again was, as I said before, one of the best chicks I have ever fucked up to this point in my life.
Only inferior really to this chick I met in the Dominican Republic as you can read here..
And knowing that Lizeth probably didn’t have the money to afford a bus ticket to La Paz as she didn’t work or study…
She was, as some expats might say -- a barrio chick.
Well, I offered to cover the cost of her bus ticket if she would meet me at the La Paz bus station.
And of course, I will cover her dinner at night at some Cuban restaurant that we went to.
Plus, she can stay in my hotel room obviously.
That was one of the only times I can think of where I bought a chick food.
Even with ex-girlfriends, I would usually split 50/50 unless it was New Years or her birthday…
At any rate, I only spent maybe 10 bucks for the bus ticket and 10 bucks on food for her.
So definitely worth it in my book.
She showed up anyway and was there in the bus station as she showed up early by a few hours.
We headed back to my hotel…
And had a good time in La Paz all around.
Made sure to visit a few touristy spots of the city also that I hadn’t seen yet by that time.
And that was the last time I saw her when our taxi dropped her off at the bus station before taking me to the airport.
“Lizeth, mi zorra sexi, extrañaré tus tetas grandes….”
An Interesting Surprise
I was on a date with this chick named Tami…
As you can read about here…
She was a nice white Argentine chick and we were simply chilling at Starbucks.
We were just hookup buddies that enjoyed each other’s company as well on the side.
Anyway, I remember this moment because it was the first time where I realized I had probably fucked a chick who was taken by another man…
As I said, Tami and I were chilling at this Starbucks in Buenos Aires, Argentina..
When I am looking at my phone and noticed something…
It was probably December ish by this point if I remember right – almost before I was set to go back home to the US for a month.
And on Facebook, I realized that Lizeth was married.
Not engaged.
She recently got married to some dude like a few weeks prior or something.
Last I saw her was in mid August ish.
So wait – she met a guy she liked, went on dates with him, engaged him, planned the wedding and married him in like 4 months?
I call bullshit.
From what I suspect, she was probably either in a relationship or had a husband when we last fucked.
Which, in hindsight, made me wonder if that was what her cousin was on her about when she caught us fucking in her bedroom.
Either way, I eventually found out that her husband seems to be quite a wealthier guy.
How come?
Because, I reached out to her very briefly one time…
From what she told me, he was in her life back when we met…
And she was then living in Italy by around that time.
And then traveled around to other countries…
Where, funny enough, last I checked, she now lives in Mexico City.
There’s no way she has the money for that herself.
As she told me – her husband provides for her and her Facebook used to have the sentence that said “soy una princesa y las princesas no trabajamos.”
“I am a princess and we princesses don’t work.”
Anyway, good for her – perhaps not so good for the husband though to have a wife cheating on him.
Back then anyway and probably still now – no offense to her but she didn’t come across like the type of chick to be faithful to someone.
But it is what it is – life isn’t always clean.
Shit happens.
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Best regards,
Matt
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