Marcela cried.
That fucking gringo bastard committed the worst offense that any Colombian gal could imagine.
You know the gringo I’m talking about, don’t you?
That fucking prick Matt.
He’s such a fucking asshole.
Fuck that prick.
Marcela put her best foot forward that night, you see?
She showed up in a tight dress.
Appropriate amount of makeup on.
Exchanged many kisses.
Even let Matt grab her ass a few times in a random bar of Quilla.
And you know what he fucking did?
Don’t lie to me.
Don’t make a fool out of me.
You fucking know what he did!
You telling me he didn’t pay for her taxi home?
COCKSUCKER!
Life is full of tragedies.
One of them being a Colombian gal realizing her ass wasn’t enticing enough to convince a horny gringo to cover her ride home alone.
Along the ride back on her own dime, Marcela tossed the 2 dollars worth of flowers out the window in disgust.
DISGUST I TELL YOU!
Tears running down her eyes.
Strong enough to resemble the Amazon River.
All the emotions running over a night shattered.
“How fucking DARE HE not buy my taxi home?!”
Typical of a Colombiana, she immediately begins forming a plot in her head on how to get back at the despicable gringo.
Car bomb his house?
Physically castrate him?
Wait for him to have a wife and engage in a Lesbian affair in his own martial bed?
No, that last one might turn him on and encourage a threesome.
Thankfully, no revenge was ever plotted on me for my crime that night.
The crime?
Not buying Marcela – an ex-girlfriend of mine from Colombia – a taxi ride home.
Let me explain.
Marcela’s Love for Taxis
Marcela was an ex-girlfriend of mine from Colombia.
The city of Barranquilla specifically.
It’s a surprise that we ever ended up in a relationship to begin with.
I never loved her but got tired of hooking up and felt some weird need to “try a relationship.”
In doing so, I spent some time with 3 women.
A Venezuelan chick named Rosa that I later found out had a husband.
A Peruvian chick who gave me a weak hand job in a bar but wouldn’t fuck because “no fucking until marriage.”
I’m pretty sure I wrote about her before on this website but I can’t remember. I have so many articles at this point. Her name as Katherine.
And Marcela.
Marcela was my least favorite.
On our first day, she had a semi-bitchy attitude.
Why?
First, I told her ahead of time that I’d likely be there a tiny bit early inside already with a table reserved.
She gave shit upon arrival pretending to not know that I’d be inside already.
Second, she immediately tried “testing” my Spanish as a way to try to turn the conversation into a way to practice her English.
Because she rubbed me the wrong way during the date, I cut it early.
Didn’t pay for her taxi home despite her semi-aggressive persistence in “taking a taxi together.”
Which would mean me paying for her ride home obviously.
I left her to her own devices and got my own taxi separately.
Then a second date came around.
I forgot how or why we arranged one given how neither one of us liked the other in the first date.
But a second date was arranged anyway.
In the beginning, it went much nicer than the first.
A lot more physical intimacy with none of the bitchy attitude.
But, to keep it a long story short, I somehow concluded that we probably were not going to fuck that night.
And, given I don’t spend too much time with chicks before fucking, I figured to cut my losses and move on.
The night went well overall but I simply wasn’t able to get her to come home.
So I left it at that.
And the night resembled very much the beginning of this article.
I did buy her some cheap 2 dollar flowers some street hustler sold us while making out at the first bar that night.
And, according to her, she was SO UPSET that I didn’t pay for her taxi home that she literally cried and tossed the flowers out of the window on the ride back to her parent’s place.
I obviously wasn’t in the taxi when that happened but that’s what she told me when we brought up the beginning of our time together after already being in a relationship.
Because I knew that we had a rough start in getting to know each other and it was kinda funny to me how, on the third date, we had a good date.
The first date was terrible given her bitchy attitude.
The second date was OK on my end (no bitchy attitude but no fucking) but seemingly terrible on her end (tossing flowers out of a window crying).
The third date? I was happy anyway. It involved inviting her over to my place right away.
For some reason, we decided to meet at a mall called Villa Country in Barranquilla before right away taking a taxi back to my place together.
The plan being to listen to some reggaeton music, hang out and have a few beers.
Soon enough that switched to putting my dick in her mouth.
And, oddly enough, her sucking my cock made me like her more!
The rest was history.
And, from then on, I had less reservations about paying for her 2 to 3 dollar taxi rides back to my place.
Or together whenever we took a trip somewhere.
Still, that detail about the “taxi charges” is something that always stuck out in my head.
Why?
It’s so stereotypical it hurts.
The Colombiana Obsession with Taxis
I can’t say that I’m an expert on dating Latinas of every nationality.
There’s some nationalities that I have some minimal experience with like Bolivians, Colombians and Argentines.
Other nationalities like Mexicans that I feel very comfortable with.
And others that I have no experience dating whatsoever and can only recall stories others have told me about – Salvadorians, Cubans, Paraguayans, etc.
Still, when I began traveling around Latin America for the very first time, I remember beginning to read other blogs on life in Latin America.
Some of the content focused on dating and some of the other content focused on actually living down here.
Among the dating content from other young gringos like myself, one observation made frequently was how Colombian women are VERY insistent on wanting you to pay for their taxi to see you.
I’ve even heard stories of some of them supposedly taking money from the gringo for a taxi, getting into the taxi alone and then telling the driver to stop a few blocks away.
Give him a tiny bit of the money that the gringo offered and she pockets the rest while looking for a public bus.
Can’t say how true that is because I never tried to prove it.
But I can say, without any question, that Colombian women (at least from the Caribbean Coastal area like Barranquilla) do have a very weird desire to want the taxi cost covered always.
In contrast, no Mexican woman has ever asked me to pay for her taxi or UBER to see me that I can recall.
I’ve even had some pay for entire bus rides to see me from other cities.
Latinas of other nationalities?
Argentines or Bolivians?
Never.
The only time I paid for transportation of any other Latino, of which I can recall right now, was one time when I paid for a public bus trip of over 6 to 8 hours from one Bolivian city to the next.
She was some Bolivian chick named Lizeth that I already fucked and was one of the best chicks I ever fucked in my life as you can read here.
But, when I lived in her city, she was never insistent on taxi costs.
Nor was any other Latino of any other nationality.
When it comes to Colombian women?
Well, to be fair, Colombia is equally a big country.
Maybe those nice gals of Pasto or Yopal are more humble and not so demanding of a taxi ride.
But I do believe there is smoke behind the fire.
That one could make a broad generalization of Colombian women on this one as long as we suspend any discussion for a moment on regional differences in Colombian women.
That, by my own experiences and that of other gringos, it is well reported by numerous folks that Colombian women seem to have this weird obsession with wanting a free taxi ride.
Where other Latinos are OK with public transportation.
Of course, it’d be slightly less hassle if UBER was more widely accepted in Colombia but that’s not always the case, is it?
At any rate, it’s not jut Marcela who was obsessed about getting a free taxi.
When I dated various women before her in Colombia, it was a common behavior among just about any Colombian woman I went out with.
With the benefit of hindsight, I can now say that, in comparison to other Latina nationalities, Colombian women are a little more obsessed with that taxi fare.
It is what it is.
The very least we can say is that, unless you are a gringo who doesn’t know local taxi prices, you shouldn’t worry about being taken for a ride here.
After all, a typical ride back then in Barranquilla (not sure about now) was about 2 to 4 bucks a ride.
So it’s not like they are asking for a fancy steak with wine prepared by Chef Ramsey.
Though, if you are a younger man in his early 20s like I was back then, it might be more noticeable to you this insistence on the taxi costs than if you are a man reaching or past his 30s.
And, being fair, many of the Colombian gals who wanted that taxi ride did ride over directly to my place.
Sex was often on the table but not always.
As I said, if only UBER was available in Colombia.
Cut the cost down a tiny bit perhaps?
Sure.
Call it “UBER Pussy.”
Anyway, that’s all I got to say.
it’s a minor topic about a dating difference with one type of Latina down here.
But nothing more to add.
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Thanks for reading.
Best regards,
Matt
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