Prologue

The backbone of this report was written while I was in Rio during my down time, and expanded upon when I returned. After completion, I stuck it away for a while to see how it aged. I started to release it weeks ago, but then had second thoughts and pulled it. However, I have decided to re-release an edited version. The temptation almost a month later has been to go back and rewrite parts based on my thinking now, but in order to be true to my experience and what I was feeling at the time, I have left it alone. Aldaron Safado got knocked off his game and ended up going down a path he never thought he would. I hope it will provide some interesting reading for you as well as a lesson for some of you other new guys.

I do ask that for those of you that know the identities of the women to please not mention their names if you post.



Enjoy!

Aldaron,

Thanks for a very infomative and interesting re-cap of your travels.

I do not think that you were playing with fire, but rather experiencing the one of the most facinating events in the world. That is the speed of communication of the LCN, or Latin Chica Network.

These girls are the most networked human beings ever experienced by mankind. There is no limit to their memory, information sources, or jealously. With their 1000+ gb memory, telephones and email, they have enough power to make you question your own existance in their town. You can see one girl in Rio, and if you go to BA or Sao Paulo, her friend and/or relatives will know all about you before you even walk into a club. They will recognize you first as well.

The jealously factor is amazing. Even among close friends, they never want another chica to have a better deal than they have. Just like an election, the mud slinging will start. All sorts of stories will be made up to get her to drop you if you are wanted by another chica.

Having a close friend can be very rewarding, but so can being with others. Being firm with the girls, telling them that you are not an ATM, all works in your favor.

You did well, thanks for the enjoyable reading.

Moondog

Moondog, they have a wireless network faster than a T-1 line. The jealousy factor among this particular one was off the scale. You will see....

Garotas talking about guys/clients is like fishermen talking about where the fish are biting best... Remember we are their bread and butter, besides what the hell else is there for them to talk about at the Termas between sessions?

Also, never underestimate the power of the "jungle telegraph" in Brazil (and in Latin America in general). When I lived there, I couldn't sneeze without the whole neighborhood knowing about it. And for you guys that are renting apartments, never forget that the doorman, maid, etc knows EVERYTHING. The cabbies, the barmen, the laundry cleaners, the "chair guys" on the beach, the beggars on the streetcorner, they're all plugged in. Just expect it and deal with it.

A silly story just to show how it works.... Years ago I lived in Recife with a girl, let's call her K. One morning I headed out to the bakery (3 blocks away) to get bread. About 50 meters down the street a lady I never saw in my life says to me: "Hey Alemao ("German".. I had hair back then, it was blond, hence the nickname)... K wants you to buy a bag of milk" (milk is sold in liter bags in Brazil). Sure, OK. Get to the corner, some guy leans out of his window - "Alemao, get a bag of milk for K!". Same thing every few meters, people I know and people I don't, "Get a bag of milk!". When I get to the bakery, the cutie behind the counter hands me a loaf of bread and a bag of milk and rings it up, saying nothing except "Bom Dia, Alemao". And sure enough all the way home - "Hey Alemao! Did you remember the milk?" The explanation for all this is real simple - K yelled out the window to one of the neighbors for me to get milk, and the "jungle telegraph" moves 1000 faster than I did. Those were pre-cell phone days, but technology has just made things quicker, if anything.

Enjoy the life!

BS

Aldaron:

I read your report word for word. First, let me thank you for taking the time and effort to share your experience with us at this level of factual and emotional detail. You mentioned above that you thought about rewriting parts of the report based on your current thinking, but decided to remain true to what you felt at the time. This was very wise, since slipping into an emotional situation can only be captured through the real-time account. I would be very interested, and I would guess others also would be, in knowing what your current thinking about that account might be. There are many spots in your interaction with favorita #1 that sounded like you were almost deliberately pushing things in the direction of trouble, and I wonder how you now feel about it. Please take my question in the positive light it is intended for. You are the victim of your own success, having communicated so well the incidents and feelings of an unplanned honeymoon.

Sabio.... It's been over a month since this trip. I don't think I was pushing it in any one direction, but fate sort of intervene. At that point I had a decision to make and I made it. As I said before, you can't spend that much time with a beautiful woman and not become attached somewhat. I do like her and I do feel sorry for her, but she has her life and I have mine. I realize that I can't really do anything to help her. I would never consider sending her money. Money isn't the answer for these women. That's like throwing gasoline on a fire to put it out. She has to help herself first.

To me, part of the enjoyment of these types of vacations is getting to know some of the girls. Yes, I got to know this one a little too well on this trip, but I can't say that I would do it any differently if I had the chance.

As for me now, my head is clear. As I told a friend recently, Aldaron Safado is back and will be on his game for his next foray into Rio. I will always have some amount of sympathy and empathy for these young women though.