Three years ago I met a Brazilian girl on the waterfront. Her exotic look and accent was refreshing to me, even though she was very Americanized. She was feisty on our date, but there was some arousing playful banter – arousing to me at least. It was on.
After a couple hours the check came and she offered to pay. “Oh cool,” I thought. I wasn’t experienced enough to realize that that was a standard date-fake-offer, where girls have absolutely no intention of paying but will offer anyway. I was so naive. She paid a little less than half, and in an instant she went ice-cold on me and wanted to immediately go home. I cost myself some action because of $15… with a Brazilian girl.
This story typifies my experiences meeting girls at the waterfront. At 26 years of age, I have been unable to close the deal with any girl I have met there. And neither can my friends. It’s pathetic.
We figured out a long time ago that girls who hang in the Dupont area bars and clubs like us the most, so we only head to the waterfront every
few months to see if the tide turns in our favor. It never does. And after reading this article, the only logical reason for many nights with dirtylatinamaids.com is because none of us own a boat.
He described the scene as a “second fraternity house in life; it brings you into an elite.”
“It’s a babe magnet,” he said of his yacht. “The bigger the boat, the more people cling to you.”
Until I do get a boat, I’m never going to the waterfront again. It’s like a gay man going to the Miss USA pageant pre-party. What’s the point?
Two waterfront girls I didn’t seal the deal with.