I Got Dissed Hard By A Hot Chica (Dia Dos)

So you get the idea that the DR trip was one big honking party. Here’s day 2 with a bizarre twist for Big Daddy Lance at the end…

Chilling at the Beach

We were all a bit hungover from the late night partying last night, so we slept in and didn’t get started until after lunch. Bobby drove the girls home, which was the next town over.

That afternoon we hit Cabarete Beach and soaked up rays. Me, Stoute, and Hammer spent a couple of hours floating in the ocean, which was perfect, and shooting the breeze about anything and everything. We debated a lot about online game (Hammer was pro-Match.com, Stoute and I are against), dating in general, sex, and whatever else came to mind. Again, the convo was terrific. Bobby and Gecko wandered off to get food and find a decent massage parlor. Fling and Baby Style laid out on the recliners we rented (US$3).

Just a few notes about the beach. Waves were minimal, typical of what you would see in the Gulf of Mexico. The water was cool and the sand was a lovely dark brown color. My only gripe was that there were so many merchants wandering around pushing their wares, it got to be hella annoying. Some of the guys bought souvenirs though, so I guess they served their purpose.

As the sun was going down, we went back to the Drug Lord Palace and lounged around the pool for a few more hours. I don’t recall anybody napping, which I thought was unusual because everyone was still hurting from last night. We were thoroughly enjoying hanging out at the house and each other’s company. The convo flowed. We ended up under the gazebo on the sex balcony and one of the guys fired up a jay, which we passed around while the sun set. It was another memorable moment.

That night we hit the bars at Cabarete again. There was a pretty good crowd of people partying at the bars and the beach. I met Canadians, Germans, Aussies, Italians, Brits, Irish, French, Russians, Columbians, and a few others. I drank just a couple of beers and instead channeled my energy into opening sets; I probably opened 20 sets or so, with only a few lock-ins. Nothing exciting to report, although I did make one Facebook friend with a girl from Montreal, and I made good progress with a group of Irish gals. One of the gals (forgot her name) taught me a bit of Irish slang, and I in return taught her my slang from Florida:

  • Her: “When it’s really good, we say deadly, or fookin’ deadly.”
  • Lance: “I say awesome, killer, or it’s the shit.”
  • Her: “A group of friends are mates, and a single friend is a mat.”
  • Lance: “Peeps or homeys.”

I did AMOG one Italian guy who was hitting on the Irish gal (Italian guys have no game), simply by being louder and more interesting. If I had an additional 30′ I might have gotten somewhere with this girl, but something happened…

The Language of Love Failed Me

…and that something was Lola! Lola was seated at a Tiki bar not 20 feet from where I was seated with the Irish lasses. I noticed her, and I noticed her noticing me. She looked awesome, in a sexy dress, and I immediately shifted gears. My new goal was to re-attract Lola and pull her back to the Sex Palace for another U.S.-Dominican romp.

I waited and kept talking to the Irish Chick. My strategy here was to not seem too eager and simply wait 5 minutes before approaching Lola.

I waited for 5 minutes and opened her. Remember, beyond “buenas noches,” I don’t speak a lick of Spanish, and she doesn’t speak a bit of English. So any type of verbal game was out of the question. I immediately went for kino but that went nowhere fast. I was getting stonewalled.

Again, not wanting to seem too eager, I ejected from Lola, found my friends, chatted for a bit, and re-opened her maybe 10 minutes later. I did this a couple of times. Each time I got nowhere. Something was definitely up.

Towards the end of the night, probably 2:30 am, my pals were ready to leave. I tried one last ditch effort and simply asked her in shitty Spanish if she wanted to go back to the casa.

Her answer: “No.”

Well shit then! Right after that happened she was opened by a guy, late 30’s, Caucasian, who apparently knew her, and they relocated to a table and started talking. Ugh, this was the worst kind of blowout, the kind where a chick you’ve already slept with blows you out for another dude right in front of you. That sucked, and I was definitely on tilt after that happened.

In the end, my boys spirited me back to the house. I will freely admit, I was a bit dejected, and more than a little perplexed as to what happened. Afterall, we had just connected 24 hours previously. Why not a second go around? Was she on a date? Did she think I was a douchebag? What gives?

In my next post, I’ll explain what I think happened, and offer the finale to the trip.

  • http://honeyandlance.com Honey

    I have to admit that I’m a little puzzled about why you shifted gears so suddenly…I mean, 1) you said the sex was only okay, 2) you couldn’t talk to her, and you were at a club, 3) it’s not like anything serious could emerge from this, and 4) you were already talking with some cute girls.

    That’s what puzzles ME.

  • http://www.theseductionbible.com Bobby Rio

    But Lola did look hot that night…

  • http://20-forty.com/ lisaq

    Hmmm…weird huh. Wonder what was up. Looking forward to reading what you think happened.

    lisaqs last blog post..Menโ€™s Rules for Women

  • http://honeyandlance.com/contact Lance

    I made a quick decision to go for an “easier” target…staying with the Irish girls I would have had to invest at least another hour or so into gaming and going anywhere with her, with low percentages. I figured with Lola it was easy money but I was totally off.

  • http://honeyandlance.com Honey

    Okay, so your “mansformation” consisted of going for the hot girl who was easy and would impress your friends despite mediocre sex and a *complete* lack of conversation?

    How is that a transformation (or a mansformation)? Isn’t that what every guy EVERYWHERE is doing right now?

  • http://dadshouseblog.com dadshouse

    Lance, that totally happened to me at a Club Med. I hooked up all week long with this one woman, and then on my last night there she moved on to some other guy who had just showed up. It sucked! I thought we’d have one rockin’ last night. She was staying 3 more nights, so I figure it was her way of ending our fling and keeping herself busy for 3 more days. But it was way cold of her to do that right in front of me. Even if it was just a weeklong horny-ass drunken fling.

    dadshouses last blog post..Mojito Recipe โ€“ Hemingwayโ€™s Favorite Drink

  • Me Thinks

    Hate to state the obvs here but she was probably getting paid to be with the new dude just like she was to hang with you.


  • http://honeyandlance.com/contact Lance

    The Mansformation was a meeting of guys who are interested in social artistry, we weren’t attempting to evolve into higher life forms where men eschew skirt chasing. Besides, Lola was by far the hotter of the girls I had met that night.

    Much of the value of the weekend was in networking and knowledge sharing. I see it as a meeting of the minds type of thing.

  • http://www.theseductionbible.com Bobby Rio

    Well…. I know the ending of the story… but I’m waiting to hear Lance’s view on the turn of events

    I’d say more along the lines of Lola being jealous and pissed that you didn’t go right for her.

    Dominican chicks are mad clingy.

    As for what constitutes a Mansformation weekend….

    I’d say spending 3 days with complete strangers bonding in an Exotic country over bbq’s, skirt chasing, white water rafting, and all night dancing…

    You’ve got to come back to the US with some sort of new perspective on life…

  • http://honeyandlance.com Honey

    Well, everything but the skirt chasing sounds like fun to me, Bobby Rio! ๐Ÿ˜‰

  • http://tsbmag.com MikeStoute

    I’m thinking Honey likes a little skirt chasing on the side, just a hunch..

  • http://tsbmag.com MikeStoute

    The transformation was in the attitudes and bonding we did as Men. An act that I feel is much more needed in today’s society.

    Many guys don’t have a good enough group to do things like this with or their friends aren’t interested. We provide the that manly bonding and attitude that some of them miss.

    Besides the partying, it is more of a self-improvement and motivational trip. Which is what I like and do best ๐Ÿ˜‰

  • http://honeyandlance.com Honey

    Yes, it’s sad to me how both genders kind of grow away from the very tight-knit same-gender friendships they formed in high school or college or grad school. Women are generally a little bit better at keeping in touch that way than men–I was in a sorority so I can always find a group of women to be with socially, even if it’s not the same group I actually went to college with, which is nice.

  • http://honeyandlance.com Honey

    The skirt comes to ME, MikeStoute! ๐Ÿ˜‰

  • http://honeyandlance.com Lance

    @Honey, et al: You guys actually bring up a great point not totally related to my post, but very much worth pointing out. For guys, having excellent guy friends is of critical importance towards social success. Just being able to sit around and talk about chicks is good for your psyche. I lived out of state for a year recently and I lacked this completely…felt like there was a big hole in my life. I had plenty of dates and female friends, but it’s not the same. I moved back to my hometown, adopted a good social circle, and now I’m doing great mentally and emotionally.

    I think this is where a lot of post college guys get tripped up. They get p-whipped, married, or turn into homebodies and don’t hang with other guys and their masculinity takes a hit. Anyway, the DR weekend was like concentrated guy time, but with heavy doses of smart, insightful convo and plenty of infield time. I got far more value from that than I did from the partying, which is saying a lot because the partying was outstanding.

  • http://www.vcarded.com The Virgin

    That’s the right idea. Most of my friends got so frickin’ boring when they got older. I really miss the good ol’ days like that.

  • Chase

    Italians have no GAME!?!?! Bite your tongue. There’s a reason why most American women want to take a trip to Italy.

    Guidos who drive Trans Ams rocking 4 gold chains and a fake rolex have no game.

    Glad you had a good time. Sounds like you had a blast.

  • http://honeyandlance.com/contact Lance

    @Virgin, have to agree…BTW, did you “connect” with TBK??

  • http://honeyandlance.com/contact Lance

    Haha, these Italian guys were actual Italians from Italy, like they live there and stuff. I was sort of being a dick, but these guys did indeed have zero game (they were relying purely on looks).

  • http://www.vcarded.com The Virgin

    Lance: Tick-tock-tick-tock-tick-tock…. ๐Ÿ˜‰

  • http://tsbmag.com MikeStoute

    Come on Chase…

    We know you have game ๐Ÿ˜‰

  • http://www.singlemomseeking.com/blog Single Mom Seeking

    I agree with Honey on this one… how much could you really connect when you don’t speak Spanish? (Time for lessons!)

    Sex is always better in Spanish. You’ll see.

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  • http://www.theseductionbible.com Bobby Rio

    This comment thread inspired my last post…