We are both awake now and I tell her I am going to take a shower. Before I can get the door closed though, she wants in too. That's not a problem because I could keep my hands on her body 24/7 if pressed. When finished, I hand her two towels (take notes guys); one to dry off with and wrap around her, and one to wrap her hair in.
Back in the bedroom, she lays on the bed and smiles. It seems she isn't exactly ready to get dressed yet. This is the 6th time I have been with this girl in less than 2 weeks, but I don't care. As I said before, the 3X rule can kiss my ass. I like this girl and I can handle it.
As we are getting dressed, she relays another interesting story to me. It seems that a day or so ago, she went over to her friends apartment across from Luomo. Yes, it was the same apartment where Favorita #2 lives. She tells me that Favorita #2 starts asking her a bunch of questions about me, and she is being really funny about telling this story. I look at her in disbelief. Why couldn't I have picked two girls to spend most of my time with this week that had absolutely no ties with each other? After telling me this, she says with that cute accent, in somewhat questioning disbelief (and I will never forget the way she said it), "Aldaron…. I think Favorita #2 in love with you." I assure her that is not the case. I know Favorita #2 likes me, but it's more about the way I treat her when we are together. I know guys come and go in these girl's lives and they have their walls built up, which is good for them.
Once dressed, I try to give her some money, but she won't take it. I manage to slip something in for a taxi, even though I know she is walking to Bea's apartment. We leave the apartment and head to the coffee shop.
At this small shop, they are actually selling Dunkin Donuts. Where in the world did they get those? I haven't seen a Dunkin Donuts my whole time in Rio. Anyway, I can't resist a bavarian crème filled, and we go to sit in the back at a table. Now it gets weird again.
I'm fumbling around preparing my coffee, and before I even have a chance to take a bite out of my donut, I look up and she is crying. Christ almighty….. what is going on now? After what she put me through last night, I don't know what else I can take. When a woman cries in front of me, I tend to go into a catatonic state. I never know what to say, and it is compounded by the fact that this woman only understands about half of what comes out of my mouth. I look down at my donut. I sure would like to be eating that fucker in peace right now, but I deem it inappropriate to start chowing down in her moment of despair. For a while I just sit there and hold her hand and hand her napkins.
Finally, she tells me something of what is bothering her and I console her some more. After a while, I get her calmed down and I proceed to finally eat my donut. Wanting to make sure she is ok, I ask her if she wants to go with me to the internet place. She agrees and we begin walking down Copacobanna Ave. Once inside, we sit next to each other and I send her an email and she sends me one back. We are just playing around and I have her laughing again, so I am satisfied. (For those of you mongers that got an email from her on July 14th, I hope you enjoyed it because I paid for the bastard. I saw one name, so a Chopps will do)
By the way, this is the internet place I used. It's 2.50R for the first 15 minutes, and 1.50R for each additional 15 minutes. Plus, you can make 1.50R/minute phone calls back to the States inside.
I walk her back down Copacobanna Ave to Bea's and we say our good-byes at the entrance. I won't have time to come to Luomo tomorrow, so this is the last time I will see her this trip. I give her a long hug and I tell her I will keep in touch, and I'm off with somewhat of a sigh of relief. She is a really sweet girl though, and I will definitely see her again when I return.
I head over to Alcazar and meet up with Sweetmesquite and M. They are making a 4X4 run at 2:00 and then heading out on their flight. Don and Sandman stop by and they are off to take care of some business. I think about going with them, but I opt for a stroll up Atlantica Ave. I have been in Rio for 2 weeks and I don't any real tourist pictures. I can't go home and show people a bunch of pictures of naked women. I turn the date stamp off on my camera and head up the street.
I have toyed with the idea of leaving tonight, because the flight back out of Sao Paulo looks better than tomorrow nights, and that matters when you are flying stand-by. I had received an email from my boss the previous day that suggested I give myself a buffer day and try to return Monday just in case. As I walk up the street, it seems the prudent thing to do, but I have some unfinished business. I head back by the internet place and send him an email. "I'm returning tomorrow night as planned. See you when I get back." There is one more thing I want to do before I leave.
It's a beautiful day with a slight breeze. No one is really on the beach though. I walk further up Atlantica Avenue than I have been the whole trip. For those of you longing for Rio, here is your fix:
I get up around the Mariott and I get a call from Don. He's finished with Sandman and asks me where I am. He tells me he will meet me at the Mariott in 10 minutes.
After he arrives, we head up the street to the Copacobana Palace and go inside. This is an impressive place.
After that, we head to the American Bar for a bite to eat and a beer. I actually had a very good hamburger here at this place. I ask Don if he will do something for me. I ask him to call Taina and tell her that I want to meet her tonight and take her somewhere for dinner. I ask Don if he will join us, since I speak no Portuguese. I am wrapping up my time here, and this seems like a good way to end my trip.
We depart and head our separate ways. We are all meeting at Alcazar at 8:00 tonight and leaving from there. I decide to do a little shopping on my own. I'm a little bummed out this afternoon because so many of the guys have left. It's basically just Sandman and I now. I walk around the streets ending up on Copacobana Ave and going in a few shops. Don had told me that I should get me a pair a Brazillian shoes while I was down here. I spy a pair of leather casuals I like and try them on. Damn… these things feel great. They have an air cushioned sole like an athletic shoe. I get a biege pair and a matching leather belt for the whopping total of about $40. (For the record, the shoes were leather Turin Air Cushioned Soles and they are great. I wear them almost everyday now at home. I'm going to get a black pair when I go back.)
I go by the laundry service next to my apartment and pick up some clothes I left to be washed and iron. I have a couple of hours before my "date".
Around 8:00, everyone has arrived at Alcazar. Sandman shows up because he is meeting a beauty tonight. We decide to eat at Don Camillo's and head up that way. We have a nice dinner and hang out for a while.
By now it is obvious to the brain dead that this girl and I have been around each other a lot lately…. actually 4 out of the last 6 nights. At one point, Sandman looks over while she has her head on my shoulder and comments, "she is absolutely in love with you." There's that word again. Again, I'm just nice to her and she appreciates it … nothing more. (A little kindness goes a long way) I am under no illusion that she wasn't with someone else the night I left, but that is fine. I have no intention in starring in a Pretty Woman sequel. These girls have to do what they have to do.
After dinner, Sandman heads off with his latest trophy (what an ass on that girl Sandman!), Don heads to his apartment, and Favorita #2 and I head back to my apartment. I ask her if she wants to go into Help tonight and she gives me a definitive NO.
Back in the apartment, I try to take some more photos of her, but of course she doesn't like any of them. I do though and that is what counts. My digital camera also makes little mpeg movies with sound, and I make a few of those and play it back for her. It's funny for them to hear themselves talk.
It's bedtime and I give her another shirt to wear this time. Tomorrow night at this time, I will be on a plane back home with mixed feelings. As I drift off to sleep, I am already planning my return.
