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In the past 4 weeks since she joined the company, all the other guys in our department had tried everything to get their wicked way with her. One guy invited her to dinner. Another just wouldn’t stop pestering her with text messages. Once I started talking to her in Spanish, I blew all the other guys out of the water.
“Vamos al hotel?” (Shall we go back to the hotel?) she asked in her distinctly Chilean Spanish.”Vamonos” (let’s go) I said, keeping up my 100% record of swooping hot Latina babes from right under the noses of non-Spanish speaking douchebags.
When we got back to her place, I unbuttoned her dress to reveal those large breasts. The panties came off with no resistance.
…Which presents a HUGE opportunity for any man who learns the secrets of gaming Latinas in their own language.
Now be honest with me. If you’ve traveled to Latin America before, what was the biggest barrier to meeting the local women?
The harsh reality is…if you don’t speak any Spanish the only girls available to you will be gold diggers and prostitutes.
If you can’t communicate properly then you’ll be scraping right at the bottom of the barrel. That chica will be with you based on your looks or money. Good luck finding a high-quality girl, a wife of even girlfriend material amongst that lot.
If you do happen to come across a high-class Latina while you’re there, as soon as you make your move in broken Spanish she’ll see you as just another gringo backpacker who is too lazy to make the effort to learn the local language.
Consider your Spanish level a factor if you want to meet quality girls in Latin America, assuming you don’t want to pay.
I’ve been in Latin America for four years now and I’ve seen many western guys get played left and right by seductive hispanic women.
And I’m not just spending bucket loads of cash and promising “green cards” to attract shallow girls.
But the truth is, I didn’t even know about the power gaming South American women in their own language until…
I was tired of the dating culture in the US where attractive women wouldn’t look twice at me unless I was a famous athlete, on television or looked like a male model. Do you know what I’m talking about?
My long term girlfriend had dumped me. Let’s just say it was “against my wishes”. It was the most painful thing I’ve ever been through.
I was worried about the future, about finding a wife, having children. I eventually wanted to settle down with a feminine woman when I got older.
The question was, How can I improve my dating options? How can I get away from everything for a while to get over this break up?
The thing is, I’d always been hypnotized by Latin women. The swaying hips, tanned skin, voluptuous curves and jet black hair. The way they dress is just so damn feminine.
At one point I’d finally had enough of admiring Latin women from afar. I knew I had to visit some of these countries and experience the girls for myself so I decided to go to Latin America to recharge my batteries and get away from it all.
…and I was struggling…the only girls I could communicate with were foreign exchange students or backpacker girls from the US, Canada and the UK who drank at the same Irish-themed bars that I did.
Whenever I tried to approach a local beauty, she would strain to understand my butchered Spanish and then make a face and turn away.
The only local girls who showed any interest were the bottom-of-the-barrel chicks, who turned out to be ‘prepagos’ (pros). Not my thing.
I didn’t want to be like a those pathetic gringos I saw who come to Latin America just to spend money on prostitutes.
They made me realize that I had to get serious about learning Spanish to have any chance of distinguishing myself from all the other thirsty foreign guys chasing after the same group of local women.
I threw myself into improving my Spanish any way I could, my visions of tropical countries full of ripe and perfectly tanned Latinas giving me more than enough motivation.
I watched the same Mexican movies over and over, learning the dialogues verbatim. I listened to songs and rapped along to improve my flow of words and pronunciation. I studied grammar books. I carried around reminder cards with verb conjugations on them.
I even paid $400 for a two week ‘Intensive Spanish’ course in Panama, and it was fun I’m not going to lie. I made friends that I’m still in touch with today. But on the last day of the course I said to myself “that was fun but was it $400 worth of fun”?
After all this study I decided I was ready to give Spanish speaking girls another shot and moved to Mexico armed with my new knowledge of Spanish grammar.
I still wasn’t doing well with latin women. I knew it wasn’t enough. I knew that Pilmsleur Spanish or Rosseta Stone would not teach me the kind of conversations that I wanted to have with attractive women. I was disappointed. My Spanish was better but I still wasn’t seeing results
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