C-Note said:
General Stalin said:
Because when Asians travel they do it the safe and touristy way. They travel in groups, never mingle with the locals, and stay in nice ethnically-friendly hotels and resorts. They just take a shit load of pictures then GTFO.
There are some Japanese girls, often dressed in the same hippie fashion like this Irish woman, who do the exact same thing- go to Africa or India by themselves and explore around. And a number of them end up getting raped and killed also.
I'm in danger of drifting down memory lane again here. Oh fuck it.
In fact, thinking about it, maybe this should have gone in the 'under 16' thread here tonight, but I'll put it here, because it's more about the 'travel' than the 'bait'.
Though bait it most certainly was.
Quite a few years back, I was doing my peacock game and it was getting insane results. I was flying high. I still hadn't learned proper game, so I could pick up women like a bastard, but couldn't get a LTR to save my life. You know how it goes. Anyhow.
There I was peacocking in another club I randomly selected, that I would never go to again, all by myself and on my lonesome. Lonely? Me? You must be shitting to think that. I was King Lion on the Savannah. And this was my new playground. Well, jazz club in the West End of London. Name DJ, overcharged on the door - ram packed. Hell on earth thinking back on it. But I prowled, slowly, with an air of indifference. Why not? Not many as well dressed and as good looking as me here tonight. I'll take my pick. In fact. No I won't. I'll let them come to me. Stroppy bitches can fuck off. I want a nice humble girl that approaches me. Don't need shit from anyone tonight. If I don't get approached I'll go home alone. Fuck it. Abundance mentality is real.
It didn't take long to get eye-fucked. But this one was different. I'm not even sure if she did approach me. That kind of natural gravity takes over where you just inch closer and closer to each other like heavy bodies.
I can't even remember the words spoken. Or if there were even any words spoken. Would have been a bit difficult as she spoke hardly any English, and I spoke very very little Portuguese (had a Portuguese puta for a while) and simply no Japanese apart from moshi moshi and arigato.
There she was in all her 16 years old glory. A Japanese goddess. Brazilian. But as you may know, Brazil has a massive Japanese population. Her Father was Japanese, but her Mother was Brazilian. She looked fully Japanese to me. I was running game on some other Japanese girls at the time. Japanese girls loved the early mid 90's techno scene, and I was friends with a player that even had a Japanese wife. I lived in a house with a Rock Star (in Japan) and he had a Japanese waifu too. Many stories to tell on that one. But later.
The reason your post, C-Note, has triggered my drifting, is because this young girl was 16 years old and she came all alone to a strange country, all by herself, with absolutely no fear at all. She was a fucking idiot. She came home with me that night, a man 10 years her senior. I could have been any predator. She had no sense of danger at all.
Even at that tender age of mid-twenties, she brought out a deep paternal instinct in me. I wanted to protect this girl as much as I wanted to fuck her.
She already had piercings. Lips. That kind of thing. No tats. Thank fuck. But she was very pretty and she was very pleasant. Obviously the age differential meant this wasn't wife material, but how the fuck could I let this young girlie wander the wild streets of London without a chaperone to protect her from the beasts? Quite simply, I could not. So I took her under my wing.
She only had a few days. She had a ticket to Edinburgh and wanted to see Scotland for some reason. She loved Scotland. No idea why. She seemed intrigued when I told her I was a Welsh Man, and that we were similar to the Scots. I think she liked that. She never did go to Edinburgh. And I'll tell you why.
The little Brazilian/Japanese tart got so fucking wasted on the high-grade skunk she had smuggled back from Amsterdam (2 days earlier) in her knickers, that she was ripped to the tits. I went to work that day. 24 hour shift, labouring, good money, couldn't let the boss down. And when I came back the little minx was watching Sesame Street on my super duper quad speaker system/tv at 8am in the morning, giggling like a little Japanese schoolgirl, which I suppose she was.
At one point, and I don't exactly remember how this happened, but it did, her passport came out and this is when it got weird. Oh, I remember now. She looked young - she was young. I wanted to fuck her, but I didn't want to go to jail, so I demanded to see her passport and this is where it got confusing, coz she gave me the wrong one!
The little lady only had TWO passports! One with her being 15 and one with her real age of 16. She showed me the wrong one by mistake - the one that said she was 15. I didn't freak out, but I thought, I'm going to have to be extra careful here. Truth be told. She had a plane ticket back to Brazil in the next couple of days. She was dittzy and off her head on dope. I could have done whatever I wanted and no one would have known. Thankfully, for her, at least, I was (and still am) a Gentleman.
I pulled her up about it. She explained. She was really 16 - there was no way her family would have let her travel otherwise, no way she would have got the proper plane tickets etc. but her wily Dad had got a dodgy passport made up for her to get in to places cheap and game the system where she could. He probably didn't realise she was a total fucking dope fiend, and see how his grand plan could go wrong for a few shekels, but there you go.
I only spent a few glorious days with her, but I made sure to grill her left right and centre to ascertain that she was in fact 16. I wanted to fuck her badly, but I wanted to go to jail much less.
It would have made no difference really, because silly little girls like her end up getting kidnapped and raped and left in shallow graves - getting fucked would have been the least of her problems. And maybe this is why I'm posting this here. It matters not if she was 15/16 (apart from the legal aspects) - what matters is this was a crazy young girl off on an adventure that might have easily cost her her life.
We had a good time though, I made sure of that. There was no way I was leaving this little nutbar out of my sight for two minutes, if I could help it. The word 'vulnerable' was made for little girls like her.
She wasn't really in to fucking me the first couple of nights, and it drove me nearly insane having this little beauty by my side. But I was a Gentleman. I fucked her the night before she went home, though, and it wasn't bad at all. I'd become resigned to not getting any as she wasn't really in to it, but that last night was almost like a 'thank-you-ain't-gonna-see-you-again-but-have-something-to-remember-me-by' kind of thing. I don't know. I'd given up hope, so when she finally gave it up, I was semi-surprised, but obviously very happy. And I took a day off work for that I can tell you. Not one of my bigger regrets.
But we had a great time. I took her to the finest Indian restaurants in Crouch End at that time. A cornucopia of award winning Indian cuisine. We went out to a few bars - she didn't really drink, but we had a few beers. We communicated in bad English and sign language. I don't remember our communication ever being lacking.
But fuck me, what a handful. She decided to she had to go to Amsterdam to score more dope before going back to Brazil. She was too stoned to make it to Edinburgh first class pre-paid ticket that went down the drain, but she made sure she got out of bed to go to weed capital of Europe. And she came back with seven kinds of skunk in her knickers, again.
I know some of you reading this must be thinking: this is just too good to be fucking true - this bloke is in total fantasy land and he's just making it up as he goes along. I understand. But I swear, this really did happen.
The last day we spent together was a bit of a haze. There was purple haze, silver haze, northern lights, skunk no.5, etc. etc. and believe me I did try to smoke it all - that is why I had to take a day off work. But we couldn't get through it all. And she was a littler trooper - I'll give her that - the little 16 year old Brazilian/Japanese dope fiend.
I told her: There is no way I am letting you go back to Brazil with half an ounce of skunk in your knickers. You might have got away with it a couple of times through British customs, but it won't be funny if you get caught there. What will your mother and father say?
She would not have it. Little head-strong bitch. She would not have it all. I regret it now. I should have taken it all and kicked her out down the road. But I thought: ok, have at it. You've come to a strange country, totally by yourself, you are picking up older men in random bars, you are drug-smuggling in your little knickers, go your own way little lady...
And so she did.
We didn't fall out, but I wonder to this day if she got caught. She didn't have much. But what a risk to take. But still not as bad as picking up strange men in bars and letting them take you home.
She got off lightly. Very very lightly. Still to this day, I wonder what would have happened to her if someone less scrupulous than myself had 'gotten hold of her'. Perhaps not even a predator, per se. But a man that could see that he could do anything he wanted to a strange little girl in a strange little part of town, with no repercussions at all.
Let that be a lesson to you little ladies reading this. To all the families of little ladies reading this, whose daughters want to find themselves.
As for Japanese girls going to India or Africa, C-Note, I can't even...
Oh, forgot to say, on a passing note, where I lived at the time was great. I had a really nice semi-flat among the hippies in Hackney - en suite bathroom - mostly students at the LSE (more on that later). And they were raging with jealousy about my new little girlfriend, not understand the general logistics of it all. So one morning, I left her passport on the table at breakfast just so they knew. I knew no harm would come to it, law-abiding types that they were - but just so they knew this girl was 16 years old, and perfectly legal to even become my wife according to the laws of the land. They still passive-aggressively cunted me off though. Fuck 'em.
I did take great care, however, not to leave the passport that said she was 15 - I don't think that would have ended well. And the dirty looks I got from the middle-aged women in the local sweet shop when we were buying munchies for our dope sessions? Priceless.
I feel fucking resentful that a girl I protected from serious harm, by taking her in to my care, somehow painted me as some kind of predator, in the eyes of otherwise disinterested parties. She had a good time, and she got home in one piece. 16 years old, not able to speak any English, no sense of danger, picking up older men in bars? Yeah, I can see how that ends well. Thankfully she met a Gentleman.
There is a moral or two in this story here, Gentlemen. I'm sure you will know where to find it/them.
