I spent the last two weeks in Costa Rica. I’m now awaiting my flight to Cordoba, Argentina.
What I like most about Costa Rica is the laid-back lifestyle of most of its inhabitants, $1.75 beers, pristine beaches, and of course the unbelievably beautiful Costa Rican girls.
Let’s talk about the girls for a moment.
The typical Costa Rican girl has smooth, long, shiny and straight black hair that gracefully rests atop a colorful tanktop of some sort. Their pants are form-fitting, and 85% have beautiful, round bubble bottoms, excluding my tica ex-girlfriend, who did not have such a bottom without the aid of really tight jeans. The ladies seem to enjoy those bug-eyed sunglasses, which I am eagerly awaiting for that particular style to fade away. (You can never get a good idea of a person’s face when their sunglasses blocks half the surface area.)
As far as picking up Costa Rican girls goes, and their general sexuality, unfortunately I didn’t have any success during these couple of weeks. I met a few cuties at a coastal festival in a very warm town full of young girls. The problem is these girls are nearly all 17 or under. I grinded with this one girl all night, but she was so shy and timid, stroking her ponytail constantly as she ‘backed it up’, and of course I found out later that she was 16. Repeat that story about 5 times and you’ve got a good idea of the state of affairs in Santa Cruz. The city girls will give you the eye, I wasn’t sure if it was my white skin or if they wanted to jump me, and I didn’t find out. One girl in particular was eye-fucking me at an Italian Restaurant while I was eating a delicious plate of Pasta Matriciana and cup of red wine, but that was as far as it went.
Now I eagerly await Argentina. I’ve heard that the girls play very hard to get in the beginning and are shy to kiss or dance too close at first. I found this out myself last weekend at Tamarindo Beach, the 4 tan girls wouldn’t grind. However, we sweatily danced the night away, I drunkenly showed off my salsa moves with each one of them, and even had the girl with interest isolated when her friends started back to their hostel without her. I exchanged e-mails and gave kisses on the cheek. When I’m in Buenos Aires I’ll reconnect so they can flake on me.
