On another day living in Quetzaltenango, Guatemala…
I was walking up some stairs to the floor of a café that some friends introduced me to a while back…
Upon showing up, a waitress comes up to me and tells me “Buen dia!”
At the time, my Spanish was so shit as this was maybe 7 or 8 years ago and I had to ask her “de nuevo?”
And she replied “buen dia!”with a nervous grin as she realized that she was speaking to a gringo who probably (accurately so in the time) spoke pretty weak Spanish.
But thankfully, I understand her the second time around and replied “buen dia!”
And through the best Spanish at the time that I could put together, I explained I was going to be sitting down at a sofa to the corner where I usually sat at when I went to this café.
Now, I don’t remember very well the name of this café as it was a long time ago (almost a decade), so I had to do some research…
And, based on the photos from TripAdvisor and the best my memory can do…
I believe it was called Cafe Baviera…
Which you can check out here…
I’m not super confident on that but it looked like the most likely café to be where this happened.
Anyway, I go to the sofa that they had and the usual old regular was there that I had met some time a while ago…
An older man who was probably in his late 50s or 60s or so…
An American, like me, who we used to talk as we often took up the same space around the sofa area of the café often enough.
This guy often told me stories of his days in the Navy and working in Intelligence (NSA if I remember right)….
Which is a type of Gringo you will find down here as you can read about here…
The story of this guy was essentially that he got into the Navy apparently and Intelligence by his own description..
And ended up being a dentist eventually in Wisconsin area…
Got divorced and moved down to Latin America.
His name was Jeff from what I remember over our conversations as we met each other often enough and had enough conversations in this café.
But basically he took his funds after being divorced and moved to Latin America.
Some time spent in other Latin countries and also Guatemala eventually…
Anyway, our conversations would usually be me just nodding away and listening to him tell his stories of life before going to Guatemala…
Now, later this hour, a Japanese woman walked into the café..
A Japanese woman that I knew personally as she was studying in the same Spanish school as I was at the time..
We say our hellos and she goes to her table with a guy that she was with.
And the older American guy looks at me after she walks away and says…
“You would like to stick it inside her pussy, wouldn’t you?”
Followed by a “he he…”
And a sip of some container that could have had any type of liquid inside it.
Maybe liquor or whatever....
Enough time with this guy made me suspect he was probably drinking something in all seriousness....
Now, he wasn’t wrong, she was attractive…
Either way…
From what I could tell…
As showed by his conversation about the Japanese chick I mentioned previously…
And other conversations we had...
He basically took his funds and decided to live a more bachelor lifestyle in Latin America.
Live abroad and fuck easy women on the side with a low cost of living while avoiding what he considered "big government and taxes."
Which, in my experience, is a common thing you find among some folks looking to move to Latin America.
Those who want to have their fun with the local women….sex and all.
In the same way….
To this day, I know another gringo living in Mexico City where I am currently located.
Another young man, such as myself, whose name is Bryan, and who is basically here to travel and chase tail all day.
As of recently, he told me he will be heading back home as he has had his fun traveling and banging local woman and has gotten tired of it.
And what does he want now?
To take his future career more seriously and to eventually get a house someday…
Both cases, of Jeff and Bryan, are not entirely unusual.
The divorced older man who has had bad luck with his marriage and is now looking to live a more chill life abroad while fucking younger women…
To the younger man who has sacrificed a few years of career development for sex and travel and now is getting tired of the fun in a way…
And now desires more materialistic aspects of life, such as generating wealth and being more financially secure…
And in a way…
You could say the same thing about me almost…
My Own Adventure to Latin America
Quetzaltenango, Guatemala
My first trips to Latin America included a few trips to Mexico, Guatemala and Nicaragua…
Then…
I spent about more than a year traveling through South America.
Before I began that journey, I had a girlfriend.
However, the relationship with her simply wasn't working out and I ended it.
Had we not broken up....
Perhaps I would not be writing this on a site about Latin America as of now.
But that's what happened.
Either way, I ended up in South America afterwards….
And had a hell of a time…
My best memories were mostly traveling and enjoying the natural scenery in the countryside.
While also some moments as well meeting new women around the continent.
But amidst all of that, I also met individuals telling me that they were living in South America.
That they were able to make a living online and could afford to live down here.
Essentially, I bought into the dream that living abroad meant low cost of living and an easy life.
And to a degree, that's true if you manage to have success making money online.
Which, mixed in with my amazing experience enjoying the natural scenery in the countryside of Latin America…
With all of its amazing hiking trails, mountains, lakes, etc...
I, too, wanted to follow their footsteps and live down here also.
And a few years later…
I made the jump.
Arrival to Mexico City
I remember my first night in Mexico City.
I was staying in a hotel a little bit close to the Historic Center of Mexico City.
Which, after doing some investigation into the past, I think was Hotel Isabel.
Either way, I remember sitting down on my hotel bed and creating some profiles for different Freelance websites.
Such as Fiverr.
And telling myself amidst the heavy rain of July outside my window…
That…
“I am going to make it. I will find a way to live abroad with earning money online.”
You want to know what I did about a week after?
Sex & Liquor in Mexico City
In my first year in Mexico City….
I didn’t do shit.
I got caught up more in the fun of drinking and casual sex than actually being productive on making my online income plan work.
A typical day for me involved drinking myself silly and sticking my dick inside one strange Mexican pussy one after another.
To a degree that would even make Jeff of Guatemala impressed…
But not to a degree that meant anything for my future…
Because about after a year of drinking myself silly and having endless sex with strangers…
I remember being in a pizza joint near the Independence Angel of Reforma one day…
It was either Pizza Hut or Dominos but I don’t remember well since it has been a few years…
And I was sitting down with a notebook a bit sad…
Why sad?
Because I was coming near the end of my savings that I had saved up and knew that I couldn’t keep living the same with just sex and liquor.
I spent about a year having a shit ton of fun but that only lasted as much as the savings I had would allow…
And now sitting down in a Pizza Hut or Dominos near la Reforma…
I decided to write down a review of my life…
How am I doing…
Financially…
Sexually…
Socially…
Physically….
Etc, etc…
As you can see, I am very analytical and I tend to cut the bullshit out.
Even with myself.
And I realized that I was fucking up my own life greatly.
Why?
Because I was spending the last year just chasing pussy and drinking myself silly that would only be impressive to Billy Bob Thorton in Bad Santa here…
And I had a thought…
Would it be just as impressive to be that 60 year old Jeff running around Guatemala still chasing pussy and drinking yourself silly to that old age?
Granted, no judgment – we all like sex and if he is happy with himself, that’s cool too.
But the truth is – a broke 20 something year old chasing pussy and liquor is not as bad of an image as a 60 year old doing the same thing…
And to reflect a bit on my first year pursuing sex and liquor in Mexico City....
Reflecting On My First Year in Mexico City
Mexico City
As of recently, I looked at how many people I have slept with…
I have a list in my laptop that documents each encounter and I have slept with, as of this writing, 63 different women.
Now let me tell you something here…
Very few people know that I have slept with that many women…
In real life, I don’t have anyone really to share my stories with nor would they care…
In fact, many folks would be repulsed by such sexual activity…
And of those 63 women, only a few would actually care if I died tomorrow.
Most don’t even have my contact info.
Most do not care about me…
And my sexual experience with most of them was forgettable…
In that only a few of those experiences was actually so enjoyable that I will probably remember it in 50 years…
But for most, I was simply trying to satisfy an urge inside me to fuck a bunch of chicks...
Something strong inside me that drove me, and still drives me, to pursue sex with a variety of women.
Which is almost like an addicting high to me in a way...
That addiction almost (if you want to call it that)...
That deserves its own article as this one will be long enough by itself…
But…
By that day sitting by myself in Pizza Hut or wherever in Mexico City…
I came to the conclusion that…
None of this sex matters.
Even to myself as many of these women I have fucked in the US and in my travels are not memorable.
Which is ironic because so many men judge their manlihood on the amount of women they have fucked or whatever…
In practice, at least in my experience, very few will care.
And even among those do who do care, it becomes a pissing contest as to who has fucked more women.
And beyond that, it doesn’t add anything to the quality of your life.
For example, as of a week ago, I had sex with a Mexican woman named ….. Karla I think?
I had to take a second to think of her name and I think that is right.
But you know what?
She ain’t calling me to ask how my family doing.
Nor if I am doing well either.
In short, the sex, while it is nice in the moment, doesn't add much of anything else to the quality of life beyond that.
But you know what does matter to me now?
Having money and building my income streams.
But because I didn't focus on that initially, I ended up going through the next stage of my time in Mexico City…
A Year of Financial Hell
I remember one morning in particular…
Where I was living in la Roma of Mexico City.
A chick I knew named Angie walked out my apartment building and back home…
And we spent the night together and it was all cool..
And though we still friends now and sometimes chat…
She didn’t bring me no food.
I was up that morning hungry as shit because I focused more on chasing pussy than money.
And it wasn’t time to eat – no, that wasn’t until later that afternoon as I had it planned to space out my hunger.
This was near the end of my first year in Mexico City by the way.
And because I never focused on money initially, I ended up living in this place after my first year near Metro Cuatro Caminos of Mexico City here.
Now, for those who know, that area is shit.
Granted, it ain’t as bad as some areas I seen around Latin America.
But for Mexico City, it ain’t the best spot in the city.
I ain’t going to bullshit you here – it’s a shit place to be.
This was the only place in all of Latin America where, as of this writing, I got robbed from by the fucking police of Mexico.
That’s another story for another day…
And it was also the place where I literally almost burned the apartment building down because it was unsafe as the electrical wiring of the place was fucked up.
You better fucking believe it was hard to sleep that night knowing I was in a building that could catch fire because it had some internal wiring issues.
I didn't have a photo of the building in my phone but I used Google Maps to get an image of where I lived. This is it....
I remember that first night after I realized that…
I put some towels under the cracks of my bedroom door because I heard smoke can fuck you up and keep you knocked out if a fire were to happen.
Granted, I’m not a fire expert but that’s what I understood at the time.
And it was what I did at the night each time after to help me sleep better when I knew the building was unsafe.
Let alone the neighborhood was not very safe because of my experience with the police and also the fact that the street looked fucked up.
There were buildings all along the street that looked like old warehouses with broken windows…
Like if this were the shit that if Osama Bin Laden were to hide at, he’d still be alive today because nobody would have found him….
Or also how every once in a blue moon I heard what sounded like gun shots at night in the neighborhood while staying at this place.
But, I ain’t bullshitting here, it was stupid for me to spend time here.
And I only did because I was so lazy that I didn’t do shit back then to make much money.
And that I wanted to cling onto this dream of living and being self-employed abroad so I ended up moving to the place above that costed me about 125 USD month (utilities included).
And because of the fact that I was feeling financial stress....
And that I was now basically living in a shithole....
The party lifestyle didn't seem so fun anymore.
Since I had other priorities now like learning how to build my online income.
And those stressful experiences mentioned above is what changed my focus on an building online income.
Which brings us to my time before all of this…
Before Cuatro Caminos…
A Pic of Mexico City
Going through my life…
I saw other folks take different life paths then I did…
Where I took the life path to travel the world and move abroad…
I remember folks who focused much more on their career and were successful at it..
But not so successful with women…
For example, in college, I remember a guy named Victor.
A Latino guy from Los Angeles.
He went to my college with his highschool girlfriend named Isabella.
Anyway, during college, he was obviously a very shy guy and not very assertive.
In short, I lived in a mixed gender dorm in my senior year of college and remember nights where other dudes would enter the room of Isabella where she was staying also…
On the same dorm floor as me…
And, quite obviously, they were having sex from the sound of it.
Though perhaps he never realized that…
He ended up marrying her after college and, from what I have seen, got divorced.
And though he did well financially and had a good corporate job...
Financially speaking, he has gotten fucked pretty hard from the divorce.
Though his story is not unique.
I have known a handful of guys by my age already (not a million but some) who have gotten fucked by marriage and divorce.
Such as Jeff from Guatemala.
You know what most of these guys had in common?
They did the opposite of what I did – instead of focusing on traveling and fucking a bunch of random chicks, they focused on living the recommended life.
Of pursuing a career after college, marrying the first chick that fucks them and....
Getting divorced raped.
Which brings us to my final thoughts….
Is The Grass Greener on the Other Side?
I’ve had my fair share of afternoons….
Waking up at 3 PM and stumbling into the bathroom hungover as fuck…
Taking a piss into the toilet...
A toilet that might even smell funny from last night vomit...
While looking into the bathroom mirror and thinking to myself…..
“What the fuck are you doing here?!?”
On the other hand…
I’ve had old folks reach out to me and say how they are very jealous of my lifestyle…
No collegues, no boss, no commute, etc…
As, after all, I am self-employed.
And get to travel the world and have fun.
Though their idea of traveling the world might involve going to Cancun and not Cuatro Caminos...
But keep in mind that though I have had two years and more working on my online income…
I am by no means wealthy….
And it took about a year for me to be comfortable but even then….
Though the folks who have focused on their careers do make more money on a yearly basis than I am…
Although they may not have much money in the bank because they have to pay taxes, higher cost of living and....
Almost all of them that I know of are in marriages or relationships that they are not happy to be in….
Working long hours at the job to satisfy financially some ungrateful woman who is just with them for the money and to have kids with someone.
Or they got divorced and lost half their shit.
And that divorced group of people is growing by the day each second I get older...
And on top of that, you have some men I know who did not necessarily have a bad girlfriend or wife sucking up all of their money.
Perhaps they grew up poor and went the opposite direction to being so focused on making money...
Granted, there is a middle ground.
You can be a financially successful man, living domestically or abroad, without pissing all of your money away to a woman that doesn’t truly appreciate you and/or without working long hours at a job that you hate.
And so while I don't believe that living a life of just fucking every woman you see and drinking yourself silly will bring you happiness.
I also don't believe that "the other side" of that where you are slaving away at a job you hate to provide for the first woman that fucks you is a good idea either.
In the end, both are extremes in my opinion because neither is balanced or really provides greater happiness in life.
And that's something I think so many men don't realize.
Especially if they haven't had a lot of sex or if they are poor.
That, in their mindset, they think to themselves that...
"If I can just get a nice girlfriend or wife, I will be happy."
"If I can have sex with x amount of women, my life would be amazing."
Or...
"If I could earn one million dollars a year, I would be happy."
And though there is nothing wrong with having a nice wife, fucking over 9,000 women or having a million dollars.
Those things alone will not make you happy.
As I said before where the "party lifestyle" ultimately did not add much to my life outside of the initial fun...
And how every man I know who works long hours at a job he hates, for whatever reason, is not happy either.
While in my case, now that I am financially comfortable (though not a millionaire), I don't feel that any extra money in of itself would add to the quality of my life since I have everything I need.
And so going back to those two extremes...
Of being so focused on sex or dating OR money that you forget everything else...
Which side has greener grass?
Neither -- if you put either of those things above all else, you will be walking over a bunch of grass that has shit all over it.
And the question is a bit dumb also -- because it assumes those are your only two options.
The real happiness, in my experience, is having a balanced life where you are able to have at the very least the following:
1. Good mental and physical health
2. Healthy social relationships in your life (with friends, family, a partner or some hookup friends on the side if you want to be a bachelor)
3. Healthy finances where you can cover your essential expenses plus some money for a little bit of fun and also for savings.
4. Ideally being able to monetize doing something you love (your purpose) that also covers all of your finances you need.
As said before, living a life of either only pursuing pussy or only pursuing money at a job you hate are both extremes in my opinion.
That an ideal situation for most men is somewhere in between...
Because, in the end, life is a balance for most people.
That balance being between those 4 things I mentioned above.
So, first and foremost, don't forget that balance.
But let's focus briefly on the last point I mentioned because I feel it is not often pursued by most men.
Which is pursuing and monetizing your passion in life.
And is a good note to end this article on so let's briefly discuss it...
Pursuing Your Purpose
Mexico City
What do I mean by being on your purpose?
In general, it means being able to monetize doing something that you enjoy in life.
Now, for some people, that means pursuing a specific occupation that they feel would enjoy doing.
You don't necessarily have to be self-employed here.
But, for me, being self-employed brings a lot of satisfaction.
I love that I don't have a boss or collegues and that I don't have to commute to work.
That I can relocate and live in most areas of the world given that my income is not tied to a specific location-dependent job.
Where some of these locations have very low cost of living where it is easier to save money and where taxes can be lower or non-existent.
I love that I have different income streams where I am more often paid for my results instead of my time (making it easier to scale up my income in a way also with different projects).
And that having different income streams helps better protect me against a recession.
Where I can't be fired from work and lose all of my income in one day.
Or where maybe a major pandemic happens and so many people lose their jobs and can't work for a while.
Having to then basically be dependent on the government for money.
While if you are self-employed, you also have the benefit of being able to own what you produce.
To where I am working on building a brand that I can be proud of and be the owner of.
And on top of that, being able to do something that I enjoy doing -- which is basically create online content that informs people and is monetizable.
Now what should you do if you think that your passion in life is not monetizable?
To where there are no established occupations for it and it would be difficult to monetize yourself?
Well, again, having that balance is key as mentioned before.
Where, ideally, you are not working so many hours at your job that you don't have time to enjoy your passion on the side.
But, in my personal opinion, I feel that whatever it is, you could probably monetize it somehow.
There are people who monetize blogging about food for example.
Among so many other topics.
And there are so many ways you can monetize something online -- especially with the types of communities that the internet has where whatever your passion is can be shared and monetized with tons of strangers online.
It may not be easy work though -- no bullshit, it does take some time and won't happen overnight.
And So Where Am I Now?
Angel of Independence of Mexico City -- a place I sometimes visit to sit down and relax.
Nowadays, I am not so much stumbling into my bathroom hungover at 3 PM while being stressed about money and if the chick I just banged gave me an STD or not.
Though, to be fair and as hinted at before, I still like to have my fun.
But it's no longer "my life" so to speak as I have learned not to be so dumb and lazy putting sex and liquor above all else.
And I have been able to monetize something I enjoy doing and am no longer stressed about money.
It took a bit of an ass kicking to get here though from living in Cuatro Caminos and working 12 hour days in front of my laptop trying to get money into my bank account.
But now I can say I have that balance in life -- working online and being disciplined to stay focused on it.
While also enjoying life in my free time...
Be it an occasional trip outside of Mexico City.
To hanging out with friends.
Having a nice Argentine steak at a restaurant.
Going to a jazz club to watch a show.
Which, by the way, one of the nicer jazz clubs I like is this place called Zinco Jazz in Mexico City.
And also having an occasional afternoon inviting another Latina en una minifalda over and hopefully having some fun.
So, if I had to put an overall lesson in this article in just one sentence...
Just stay on your purpose and try to find that balance in life.
And if you have any of your own experience on this topic…
Just let me know by commenting below…
Or reaching out by Twtter here or by my email here…
Thanks for reading and take care!
Best regards,
Matt
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