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Today’s reader story starts with a moment of weakness brought on by a beautiful Brazilian.
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So I wouldn't normally do this, but these aren't normal circumstances. I'm a 30-year-old man. I've had a handful of girlfriends, the last several of whom are model-quality Latin American girls. I've found my niche and I'm not ashamed. I'm a relatively handsome, successful, intelligent man. I'm ex-military and definitely an alpha, but not in that douchey fratboy kind of way. I'm a bit more refined after the things I've seen and done.
This story started 18 months ago when I was in grad school. I met Paola when she was in a long-distance relationship with another guy. I wasn't interested in being a homewrecker as I would not have wanted that to happen to me. I told her so and she assured me she had broken up with him. We started dating and after a few weeks she went home for vacation. Home for her is Rio de Janeiro. She's a Carioca. Hardcore about being a tall, sexy, smart Brazilian with a model's body. I kid you not, she looks like she stepped out of the pages of a high-fashion swimsuit ad.
She came back and things picked up in intensity. I found out she hadn't yet broken up with the other guy, but when I heard this she finally did it in front of me. We got serious. She left for a summer internship in Africa and we kept in touch via Skype. Things went really well that summer. We talked daily. By summer's end we were crazy about each other. It felt like it from day one, and I'd never experienced anything like it before. I planned a trip for us and we took a 10-day safari in east Africa. It was amazing. We got much closer. But then the guy that I thought was gone met her at the airport. She sent him home crying after telling him no. I had thought that would be the end of it, and spent the night with her. In the morning we were getting ready to eat brunch and he starts knocking on the door. He had gotten off the bus at the last minute and got a hotel. Insane.
When we came back we decided to move in together. It was very quick, yes, but it felt right. Her family came up from Rio and helped us move. Things went well for a very short time. On his birthday she called her ex against my wishes. It started a storm of harassment from him that lasted several months. She started feeling insecure, withdrew from our relationship, and spent all her time on the phone arguing with him. We couldn't even have sex because he would call every night at 10 P.M. at least five times. I'm not stupid. I know he was trying to interrupt us. She didn't get this (or didn't want to), and it worked.