The Brazilian Movie Actress (Part 3 of 4)

PREVIOUSLY: Part 2

We had been talking for an hour and a half. My Portuguese was losing potency, but by now she was doing most of the speaking. I passed that crucial point where she became comfortable just talking to me about whatever was on her mind. In the moments I blanked she resumed the conversation with questions, observations. I took her talking as an opportunity to just stare into her eyes and imagine things that would never come to pass—just for fun, just to give me a little hope that one day everything is going to perfectly come together with the girl I want in the city I’m living in.

“You told me you’ve been to New York before,” I said.

“Yeah but only for a week. I really liked the city.”

“I think New York is the best city in the U.S. though honestly I haven’t been to a lot of American cities. I’ve been to more places in Brazil.”

“Wow that’s pretty strange.”

“I guess. But there I just don’t have the motivation. I know, say, Boston, is different than Washington D.C., but how much different? In the end I like doing things that are difficult, and going to another American city isn’t. There’s no struggle—it’s just sightseeing and going drinking, meeting people who are similar to ones I’ve already met. I want to learn a new language, a new culture, learn different ways of living. Something about it has to be hard, and Portuguese is definitely very hard.”

“Yes, it is. Did you take a class?”

“I had a tutor in Rio. I studied with her about 15 hours or so. But yeah one day you should come to D.C. We have very nice museums.”

“What else? How is it like living there?”

“Well it’s like Brasilia I guess. You have a lot of politicians and lawyers. It’s a serious city, alright for three days but you’d have more fun living in New York. Besides the museums and a couple cupcake shops there’s nothing else I can really recommend.”

We had to hop on a bus to the boarding gate. I followed her in, finally getting a nice view of her body, and sat down next to her. She’s talking and talking about all sorts of things, and unfortunately I was understanding less as she began speaking faster and using more slang. I would single out a word here or there for her to explain but I let a lot of it go because I didn’t want to disturb the flow of the conversation. Instead I’d do my trick of matching her facial expression towards the end of what she saying so she believed I understood. “This wouldn’t be a problem if we dated,” I thought, “because at fours a day of Portuguese you’d get there in six weeks.” Besides not living in her city, I’d admit to nothing else that would hinder a potential relationship.

I wanted to feel out her interest a bit more. She was talking to me, which was a good sign, but how interested was she? I can’t yet say there were heavy flirtations.

On the bus I made sure not to touch her side while seated next to her. About two minutes in I felt her thigh slightly touching mine. With women there is no such thing as an accidental touch. To accentuate a later joke I touched the top of her knee with my hand for two or three seconds, just to do it. My feelings were mixed, a combination of the pleasure of spending time with her mixed with the emptiness of our inevitable separation, of going to a new country and starting all over again for the third time in a year.

At the time I felt that things were beginning for real, the bus came to a stop next to our airplane. We got out and waited in line on the stairs up to the door. It was a big plane so the odds we’d sit next to each other approached zero.

“What seat are you?” I asked.

“16E.”

“I’m 16D!”

“Really?!”

I looked at her wide open eyes and felt bad for my joke. “No unfortunately not. I’m 6C.” She didn’t laugh, and I told myself I wasn’t going to test her again.

CONTINUED: Part 4

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The Rookie
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Oh man. I hope that joke doesn’t change things.

“With women there is no such thing as an accidental touch.” I need to start focusing on this.

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So far I like very much this story.

The G Manifesto
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I know a cat that got the seat next to a girl Twice. (The odds were astronomical, but they both lived in the same city and had family in the same city, thus lowering the odds).

Ended up marrying her.

And later got divorced.

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Virgle Kent
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Rookie,

Yeah, especially when they’re grinding on you and making out with you…. ITS ON! If you stay the course, your public shame will come tomorrow

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After sitting through 3 cliff hangers, Roosh better end up joining the mile-high club here.

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Roosh you’re keeping a girl interested in Portuguese for 90 mins? I”m fucking impressed bro!

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I love how Roosh uses cupcake shops to represent all that is wrong and unholy about DC. It’s symbolism!

Willy Wonka
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For a second there, even I thought you were going to wind up sitting next to her on the plane. Lol.

“With women there is no such thing as an accidental touch.” Good to know. So, the girl that grabbed me and put her arm around me last night and said, “oh my god is it raining?” while we were about to walk outside and it clearly wasn’t raining was not accidental huh? Good to know, good to know.

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That is both funny and tragic. You think you got the game all figured out and then you start playing in a different location with different rules. I have noticed that foreign women are much more sincere. Very counterintuitive to what we train for with American girls.

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VK, I was gonna post about it later this week. A rookie can’t even get a chance at seppuku.

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I know a cat that got the seat next to a girl Twice. (The odds were astronomical, but they both lived in the same city and had family in the same city, thus lowering the odds).

Ended up marrying her.

And later got divorced.

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HA. This one comment took me on an emotional rollercoaster in just 4 sentences.

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I’m looking forward to the arrival of the month of May, when this story might reach its conclusion.
No really it’s a good story, well-told, enjoyable.

As for Washington DC, besides museums, there are the monuments, great art galleries (free, unlike in LA), walking in that area, Georgetown, Rock Creek Park, waterfront places along the Potomac, a great zoo (also free), and countless good cafes.

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@West LA – the zoon is free in DC? Are all zoo’s free? I don’t think I’ve been to a zoo since grade school… this could be a possible date scenario…. especially if it’s free.

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Great story, Roosh!

Willy Wonka, I’ve been to zoo a couple times with girls. I remember my dad telling me he thought that was a good move, as it might appeal to the chick’s maternal instincts…

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Wllly Wonka,

“the zoon is free in DC?”

Yeah the National Zoo is free. I have fond memories of the place as I actually swooped one of the flyest girls of my life there on a day date.

I think it is open pretty early in the morning also.

I also remember drinking there early one am. Heavy head buzz.

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Yup, the DC zoo is free (unlike many other cities), but parking isn’t free. You could park on a nearby street (metered) or take the Metro easily.

The DC zoo has a natural ‘jungle’ layout which may prime a woman’s sensuality (especially in the summer — dense leafy greenery, heat & humidity, women wearing skimpy clothes).

Also, the surrounding neighborhood has a pretty cool vibe (as I recall anyway) for some kind of follow-up ‘drink and linger’ kinda scenario…

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the “no accidental touch” thing is so key, there should be more written about it on blogs like this
although there really isn’t much to say beyond the obvious… people need to pick up on this much more

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“We had been talking for an hour and a half. My Portuguese was losing potency”…

what are you talking about roosh…your a lier!!!! a scammer!!!! youve been in brazil for few months … only in your dreams you can talk like you say you talk. get a life loser. i feel sorry for the innocent poeple who believe in everything you write in your blog :)) its hilarius the ammount of innocent poeple who believe this guy.

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Way to go Maria! I suppose you met him. Isn’t he a fucking loser? But hey! he’s got people reading this crap! Don’t know who’s lamer! Roosh or the people who actually support this shit?

hahaha!

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