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  Costa Rica for Casanovas

  By: Masculine Profiles

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  Table Of Contents

  Table Of Contents

  Costa Rica

  Costa Rica Quick Facts

  Overall Impression

  Story Time in Costa Rica

  Boo From Badoo

  Gringas in Costa Rica are Easy

  A Disappointing “2-For-1” Special

  San Pedro/San Jose, Costa Rica City Guide

  Positives of San Jose

  Negatives of San Jose

  Where To Stay

  Day Game

  Night Game

  Online Game

  San Jose/San Pedro Overall

  Costa Rica – Cities Outside the Capital

  Overall Impression Outside the Capital

  Puerto Viejo

  Positives of Puerto Viejo

  Negatives of San Pedro

  Puerto Viejo Overall

  Monteverde

  Positives of Monteverde

  Negatives of Monteverde

  Overall Impression of Monteverde

  Tamarindo

  My Experience & Thoughts

  Online Dating Sites to use throughout Costa Rica

  Costa Rica – Recommended Itinerary

  Recommended Time in Each Place

  San Jose/San Pedro:

  Puerto Viejo:

  Tamarindo:

  Monteverde:

  Costa Rica

  Costa Rica Quick Facts

  Population: Roughly 4.5 million

  Capital: San Jose

  Most Populous City: San Jose

  Currency: Costa Rican Colon

  Currency Accepted: Colon

  Primary Language: Spanish

  English Level: Medium in San Jose medium to high in tourist areas.

  Overall Impression

  After arriving in Costa Rica after being in Panama for quite some time, I was slightly disappointed. Costa Rica is much more expensive than Panama in almost every way imaginable. The only thing cheaper in Costa Rica was monthly rentals in the capital, San Jose. Truly, I didn’t really see any benefit in being in Costa Rica over Panama.

  Still, I spent around 5 weeks in Costa Rica with a majority of them being in San Pedro, the university town suburb of San Jose. San Pedro is a five to ten minute taxi ride to almost anywhere in San Jose. I skipped a majority of the tourist areas after a disappointing time in Puerto Viejo. I did go check out Montverde and the zip line there. I highly recommend you do the same if you are in San Jose.

  I did hear some great things about Tamarindo, which is a beach town on the Pacific coast of Costa Rica with good surf and nightlife, but I didn’t check it out. All and all – I believe I did Costa Rica wrong. Costa Rica is great for nature. Costa Rica is good for beaches. Costa Rica isn’t good for a budget traveler looking to bang a number of hot chicks.

  That being said – you can still do well for yourself in Costa Rica and have a great time. You’ll just want to get out of the capital as much as possible.

  Story Time in Costa Rica

  Boo From Badoo

  Location: San Pedro, Costa Rica

  We had mutually matched on Badoo, so I sent her an opener in Spanish. She responded in English and we began to chat. I took this as a great sign. She was interested, but quite suspicious of me at first. After a few days of messaging back and forth, I managed to get her WhatsApp.

  We quickly began messaging in the app. She started to say she thought she liked me. She said I was different. I blew this off as normal “girl-speak” type bullshit. A few more days of messaging and I finally got her to agree to meet me outside the mall when she got out of night class. Yet, an hour before we had agreed to meet she sent me a message trying to bail on me. I was pissed. I told her so through a message and let her know we would never meet, if she bailed for no reason. It was a hail-Mary type of move and I had no idea if it would work or not.

  Luckily, she quickly dropped her flakiness and confirmed our meeting. We met outside the mall and she was cute, but had an odd look. A pretty face and quite short, but her body was hidden by a long black trench coat made for walking in the rain. Sure it was raining and a bit cold, but I’d never seen a girl in such a jacket. While odd, I didn’t let it bother me too much. We greeted each other and made the short 5 minute trek to my studio apartment for our wine date. This girl was different. I couldn’t put a finger on it. She just had a different vibe about her than any other girl I had met before.

  She began to tell me she wasn’t looking for a boyfriend out of the blue as we walked, which I, again, just brushed off. Once inside, the wine started flowing and she loosened up a bit, but there was still something off about her. Not in a bad way, but she was just different. As we sat at the kitchen table in my studio apartment, she started telling me about herself. She was half Costa Rican, half Brazilian and grew up in both places. She was fluent in English, Portuguese and Spanish. All interesting, but she kept revealing more and more about herself.

  Apparently, she was an online professional and an all-around hustler. She also had just met a Russian guy who was in love with her. He was back in Russia when we met, but she was on the fence about him. She liked him, but said there was just something about him that she didn’t know about. Something she just didn’t like.

  I prodded a bit. She kept going. He wanted to marry her and had told her he was planning on proposing to her the next time he was in Costa Rica. That didn’t take long to figure out. So he was a desperate beta and while great on paper, she didn’t get the proper butterflies from him. But, that wasn’t the only thing she didn’t like about him. No, she actually liked that he was infatuated with her. Remember, the culture in Costa Rica is a serious relationship culture. Lovey-dovey shit is highly accepted by the women in Costa Rica. They love a little bit of beta.

  She hated that he was a horrible lover. She regaled me with tales of his lame dick game and I started cracking up. It was pretty atrocious. Once I was able to stop laughing, I began talking more about sexual subjects with her. Asking her what makes good sex, what she likes and more. You know the drill. The sexual vibe was set. We began making out around 10 minutes later. After 30 seconds or so of making out, I pulled back and began talking about other sexual topics with her. One minute of chatter and we were back to making out. I picked her up and we went to the bed.

  I escalated normally, but she kept asking me to slowdown. She said she likes to take it slow. This was annoying at first and I thought I wouldn’t get the bang, bu
t then she put my dick in her mouth. And wholly fuck; I had no complaints any longer. She lay between my legs and put two hands on my cock as she licked the tip. She looked right up at me and talked as she continued licking, “Do you want a blow job?” in a sexy accent. I almost came in her eye instantly. I’m a sucker for accents. She spit on it and began using both hands and her mouth in perfect synchronization. Lord, it felt amazing. If I hadn’t drunk a decent amount of wine, I would have came in 30 seconds.

  She continued spiting on my dick seemingly every time I was about to cum. It’s like she wanted to blow me for as long as possible. She knew when to give my cock a break before putting it back in her mouth. Finally, she looked up again with her big brown eyes, “Baby, are you going to come?” I shook my head while moaning and she got back to work with a new found ferocity. I came in less than a minute after.

  Post-orgasm, I wasn’t sure if she wanted to have sex or not. We stayed on the bed and cuddled for a bit, while talking. Ten or so minutes went by and she started playing with my dick again. Looked like she wanted some sex. Another blowjob was waiting for me before we began to fuck and her enthusiasm certainly didn’t waver. Once hard, I fucked her for a while. Her ass was incredible and she loved being fucked hard and violently. Her voice was sexy as hell in bed and her meek moans drove me crazy. Needless to say, we had incredible sexual chemistry.

  She left around an hour after we finished fucking. I enjoyed her company and was in no rush to kick her out. I saw her weekly until I left Costa Rica. We didn’t date, but emotions were definitely involved. I’d never had that type of sexual chemistry with any woman before. She was 19 and had never been properly fucked. It was a perfect match. She still messages me at least once every couple a weeks saying she misses the sex and in a lesser way, me. I feel the same way. Sometimes you just have chemistry with someone in the bedroom. We definitely did.

  Gringas in Costa Rica are Easy

  Location: San Pedro, Costa Rica

  Nearly every American girl who was living in Costa Rica I met was sexually frustrated. Unless she found a Tico player to give her some dick on occasion, she was on the struggle bus. Most Western men living in Costa Rica were perfectly happy banging a steady diet of Ticas.

  Western women found they sometimes struggled to compete with the locals for the Western men. Many of the American girls were not attracted to a majority of the Tico men. Unless the girls liked the afro-Caribbean men in Puerto Viejo or Montezuma, these girls were quite thirsty.

  It wasn’t uncommon to see one Western man, who was studying Spanish in San Pedro, with 3-5 of his Western women classmates in the club. They would be like his entourage and would dance all night with him.

  Now, these guys wouldn’t bang all these girls. There were no orgies I’d heard of, but I did know a couple of these foreign exchange guys who had banged multiple girls in their class. The girls didn’t let any jealousy get the best of them because they just needed some dick.

  So I met one of these thirsty American girls on Tinder.

  “What’s your favorite position?”

  I opened my Tinder to find this opening message one evening after a nap. Did she really just get sexual with me from the jump? I pondered for a bit before jumping in the shower to wake up. Then I went back to the app and vividly described how I would fuck her in my favorite position.

  Turns out she was talking out sports, or she claimed.

  Then she responded with:

  “But that sounds nice too ;)”

  I laughed. So she is a whore. We messaged back and forth a bit and the sexual vibe was there. I pushed for a same-night meet, but she wasn’t with it. We settled on meeting on a Friday at the club.

  While I normally wouldn’t run a first date on a Friday night at a club – this one seemed like a sure thing. Plus she was pretty fucking hot.

  I drank a bottle of wine alone while pre-gaming and then walked to the club. We had messaged a bit before I left the crib. She was already there and quite wasted. I arrived and dapped up the manager before rolling in.

  I didn’t notice her anywhere as I made my way to my spot at the bar. The club was ok, but it wasn’t packed by any means. I continued to glance around as I waited for my drink. I couldn’t see her. So I sent her a message and waited. This was an easy bang if I can find her.

  After ten minutes and no message or sight of her, I began making the rounds. I opened a few chicks and even grabbed a number, but nothing was sticking for the one nighter. I contemplated grabbing a taxi downtown when someone tapped me on the shoulder.

  I turned around to see a frumpy, but not hideous girl with huge titties staring at me. She had a dork next to her and began yelling at me, “Are you Masculine Profiles?” with a perplexed look. I was confused, “Ummm yeah, who are you?” I asked.

  She proceeded to tell me she was the friend and roommate of the girl I was supposed to meet. Interesting. She continued talking. Apparently the girl I was supposed to meet got picked up within 30 minutes of getting to the club. I prodded to see if her friend set up a number of guys to meet her at the club. She claimed that I was the only guy scheduled to meet her friend tonight, but she was absolutely hammered and left with some other guy 5 minutes before I got to the club.

  I was a bit pissed, but didn’t really know what to do. The friend standing in front of me was hammered and scared. She didn’t know where her friend went. I decided to play it cool for a minute and talk with her. The bitch looked like she was on the verge of a nervous breakdown.

  The random dude she was went decided to go to the bathroom and I asked her about him. He was apparently following her around the club. We went out front to smoke, get some fresh air and see if we could spot the friend I was supposed to be meeting.

  I decided I didn’t give a fuck about either one of these hoes any longer. I started asking about how horny her friend was. I started asking about how horny she was. Turns out neither of the girls had been laid since they’d been in Costa Rica, for over three months. I laughed.

  I looked this girl up and down. She was a bit frumpy, but her tits were enormous and her face wasn’t ugly. I stared her in the eyes:

  “You need to get fucked tonight and that dude following you around the club is a fucking dork. Want to go back to my apartment to drink some wine and fuck? I was planning on fucking your friend tonight, but seeing as that’s not happening and you need to get laid – I’m thinking we should fuck tonight.”

  Her jaw dropped to the ground and she stared at me. I held a straight face before I started cracking up. She laughed as she thought for a few seconds. Then she agreed. We began making the 5-minute walk to my apartment.

  However, on the way to the apartment she kept falling down. I was almost dragging her on the ground after a certain point. This wasn’t cool. I knew I couldn’t fuck a girl who couldn’t walk. That’s fucked up and I told her this, “If you fall one more time, I’m not going to be able to fuck you” as I laughed.

  She fell again. And again. Jesus fucking Christ lady! We made it back to my place and I had no intention of fucking her, but she had nowhere to go and her friend had ditched her. We made it up the stairs to my studio and she fell onto my bed. I grabbed her a glass of water.

  She passed out once she finished downing the water.

  Fuck. What a waste of a night I thought as I sat down to eat a granola bar. I pulled my phone out and saw I had a message from the friend I was actually supposed to meet. She wanted to know where I was and I told her I was with her friend in my apartment.

  This baffled her a bit, but she realized I wasn’t joking. She told me she was back at the club. I decided I needed her to come to get this drunken, frumpy bitch from my bed before I could sleep. I told her to meet me outside Hoxton in five minutes.

  I walked back to the club and she was standing outside. She was pretty fucking sexy. Rocking a short little red dress, she had blonde hair and a great ass. I was kind of pissed I didn’t get to fuck her, but I was also thoroughly disgusted with he
r as well. We made pleasantries and began walking back to my place so she could pick up her friend.

  My level of fucks given was incredibly low and I began telling her what I thought of the night. I told her I knew she had already been fucked. I told her I was going to fuck her friend. I told her that the friend kept falling and I had to tell I couldn’t have sex with her if she fell again. I told her she fell again and thus, we didn’t get to bang. All was said in a humorous and non-needy way.

  She was sassy, but quite assumed as I rambled on for the majority of our five-minute walk. She vehemently denied getting fucked early. I knew this was a blatant lie and told her. She didn’t find this funny.

  We made it back to the crib and I showed her the passed out friend in my bed. She checked on her friend before saying thanks for taking care of her to me. I said it wasn’t a problem. Then she glanced at the bottle of wine on my table. I made a quick decision.

  I didn’t care how much of a whore she was. I wanted to bang her, “Want to down that before you take ole’ shit show home?” I said pointing to the wine she was looking at while laughing.