Where ya been? Tales of strange countries and hot chicks

[Del]

I travelled to Playa Del Carmen on the Mexican Riviera in 94, a year after the Zapatista revolt. Cops with subautomatics wandering the streets, incredibly strong cigarettes, cheap beer, and women, oh the the beautiful topless on the beach. I remember one american lass .. she did dolphin flips topless off of my hands. We went to Cancun during Mardi Gras.

I also went to Quebec City during the festival season later that year.. lotsa music I don't understand, while I competed at Cybersled in the arcades (the young woman I went to visit gave me the cold shoulder .. We were involved in Mexico and she didn't want to continue the affair when I visited her, but she was amiable enough) I met a french seperatist (her aunt) and we toured the countryside in her car.

Quebec City is incredible, an old european town with the fortress walls still intact. I made a point of going to the War Museum.

So where ya been?

 

[Torm]

Okay, so not exactly an exotic locale, but I went to Branson, Missouri when I was 14. If you aren't familiar, Branson is a beautiful area in the Ozark mountains. Lots and lots of miniature golf, go cart joints, ampitheaters - Ray Price, Roy Clark, Boxcar Willie, Yo Yo Ma, and on and on, and Silver Dollar City, which is an excellent 1800's theme park owned by Dolly Parton. All of which somehow manage to sit in the middle of all of that natural beauty without ruining it - so far, anyway. I had actually been before, several times, but your thread reminds me of a particular visit because of a girl....

I'm walking back to our hotel room from a nearby arcade, and in the process I have to, of course, pass the doors to several other rooms. One of the doors is sitting wide open. Okay, so, walking past. In my peripheral vision, I see two little boys playing on a Nintendo they have hooked to the hotel room TV, and a beautiful naked girl about the same age as me laying on a towel on the bed watching them. So, walking. Waitaminute ... what?! Certain that I couldn't possibly have seen what I just saw (and that if I had, I wanted another look ), I took a few steps backward. No mistake, I saw correctly. They all look up at me, I wave for lack of being able to think of anything better to do, then proceed onward again.

A few steps later, the two boys come running out of the room to me, saying something along the lines of, "hey, she likes you," and they want us all to go do something - putt putt, go carts, whatever - together. Branson is just like that, naked girl or no naked girl. I have nothing better to do, so I say I'll be right back (I still needed to check in at our room, plus I figured she needed time to get dressed) and we'll go play putt putt.

So, now I'm back, and she's put on shorts and a tank top, and we're walking to the miniature golf place and talking - more she and her brothers to each other than to me - and I'm starting to get the picture that she and I have very little in common. Her beauty ends at physical, and that is dramatically decreased with her dressed and out in the light of day, and she is an unsophisticated, uneducated sort. Oh well, miniature golf is fun just for itself, so ... on to golf.

Golf is, of course, on me. We're making the rounds, and I'm a little disappointed by the whole experience, but I've started a conversation with the boys about the games they were playing, and I'm making the best of it. I line up a putt, and from behind me I hear the familiar sound of a lighter. (Both of my parents smoked like freight trains, especially when fighting.) I turn around and see the cigarette hanging out of her mouth. "And you smoke, too," I say, like it is the last step in an equation I've been working on in my head. And I just put my putter down on the green, and walk away.

 

[Bront]

Well, the best I can do is when I was in Germany one lady asked me to marry her daughter. Never met said daughter, and had only known the lady for 2 days, and I was only 16, but hey, I felt complimented.

 

[devilbat]

I've been a few places, but only one story involves a wierd woman.

First, as far as travelling goes, I have been to Cancun and its surrounding area (Playa del Carman, Mayan Riviera), and Mazatlan in Mexico, I have been to Barbados and Jamaica in the Carribean, I have travelled to every province and 2 of 3 territories in Canada. I have seen a few states, North Dakota, South Dakota, Minnesota, California, Michigan, Florida and Wisconsin. The last mentioned is where my wierd chick story takes place.

I had just seperated from my starter wife for the umpteenth, but not last time, and four of my friends and I had planned a trip to Gen Con. This was in 1996, Milwaukee. Our group went out to eat at some local diner for breakfast, and this attractive waitress seemed to to a liking to us (It must have been the Canadian accents). This women wasn't even put off by our attendance at Gen Con, and she was not the gamer type, no offense to the gamer types intended. We asked her where the local hot dance spots were, and I brazingly asked her to join us that evening. To all of our surprise she agreed, and we made plans to meet later that night. Before the end of the meal, she hands me her phone number.

Fast forward to evening, I call her to set up plans to be picked up, we do so, and head to the club. As the night goes on, it's obvious she has taken a liking to me, which is surprising, because I am not the best looking guy of my friends. I'm used to "jumping on the grenades for my buddies IYKWIMAITYD. Sometimes my personality beats their looks, so I think I'm just lucky. Night goes on, she asks me back to her place, and we get to talking.

Turns out I remind her of her dead brother, who she says, often visits her from "beyond the grave". I'm thinking ok, she wants to cuddle and have an "Eric's grandma approved" type night of movies and cuddling. WRONG! Girls a freak, and I'll leave it at that.

 

[Warrior Poet]

Turns out I remind her of her dead brother

These boards so desperately need that blue smiley with the blinking eyes that represents utter, profound, disturbed alarm.

Warrior Poet

 

[reveal]

Turns out I remind her of her dead brother, who she says, often visits her from "beyond the grave". I'm thinking ok, she wants to cuddle and have an "Eric's grandma approved" type night of movies and cuddling. WRONG! Girls a freak, and I'll leave it at that.

 

[Rel]

When I was a lad of nearly 16, I went on a trip to Europe with my French class. I wound up spending a lot of time with this girl from my class who was a year ahead of me in school. She was a hot, Goth chick before I knew what a Goth chick was (I doubt the term even existed back then). Anyway, she was taking the opportunity of the overseas trip to reevaluate her life, mainly her crappy boyfriend.

So there we were in a villa in Nice, overlooking the Med with stony, topless beaches and crystal clear water as far as the eye can see and she decides that it would be fun to make out all afternoon. So we're writhing around fully clothed on the bed in the way that teenagers do and I started to move my hand in such a way as to "get a feel for her female topography" in the general region of the chest. She bit me on the lip to get my attention and then said to me:

"Don't move your hand any higher or I'll kill you. Because if you move your hand higher then I'm going to get really turned on and then I'm going to rip your clothes off and have sex with you and I'm not sure if you're ready for that and I know I'm probably not ready for that. So don't move your hand any higher or I'll kill you."

All I can say is that's a hell of a choice to give a virgin boy. I don't have the pictures to prove it but I'm almost certain that my face did this: :\

Then she said, "Why don't you just kiss me some more and then we'll go get some dinner." I did and we did and we had a very enjoyable rest of the trip together. After we got home we didn't really see each other much (though I heard she did ditch the boyfriend) and I had little contact with her for the following school year. But at the end of that year when she graduated, she came up to me and gave me a big hug and just said, "Thank you." I don't know why but that made me feel good then and it makes me feel good now thinking back on it.

 

[Desdichado]

So, now I'm back, and she's put on shorts and a tank top, and we're walking to the miniature golf place and talking - more she and her brothers to each other than to me - and I'm starting to get the picture that she and I have very little in common. Her beauty ends at physical, and that is dramatically decreased with her dressed and out in the light of day, and she is an unsophisticated, uneducated sort. Oh well, miniature golf is fun just for itself, so ... on to golf.

Dude--you're on vacation. Have you ever heard the phrase "one night stand?"

 

[reveal]

Dude--you're on vacation. Have you ever heard the phrase "one night stand?"

He was 14 and so was she. Ever heard of "statuatory rape?"

 

[Desdichado]

He was 14 and so was she. Ever heard of "statuatory rape?"

Not if you're both underage.