There Is Nothing Like A Colombian Woman, I Guarantee

I was transferred to Bogota as Controller for a time. The organization expected us to have some foreign experience before we moved up. I was single, 28, and I could not believe the women there. I was in love with this one and that one and this other one, a different one every day. But the Colombian women, although beautiful by any standard, had standards and they were not available to date.

Enter Rosario. Rosario came to us via our lawyers. She had finished her degree in Economics and they insisted we hire her. Rosario was smart and all that, but she was outstanding, every man in the company was hot for her. And she knew it, played one against the other, she was flirt. My age didn't interest her, and I was an expat, I would leave. She was interested in older men who could keep her in the status she had been born to.

One afternoon I asked Rosario if she had heard of the Salt Cathedral. Well all Bogotanos know about that. It was a drive out of town and she offered to be my guide. Well she showed up at my apartment block, with her father and mother, and we sat in the back of the car. We had lunch out there at a restaurant, and we walked around the Salt Cathedral, her parents ten respectful steps behind, out of earshot.

Forget holding her hand or making any type of move, or her attention would be called by her mother, "Rosario look at this". It was a long afternoon, and I thanked her father for driving. At work she was distant, but from time to time she would drop something on my desk. A flyer about an art gallery. I would go and coincidently she would be there, her aunt standing around. Or she would tell me about this musical performance, and I would go. Her grandmother was there. I grabbed her hand, and she turned to me, 'do not touch the merchandise unless you are ready to buy'.

And so on and so on, month after month. One night I said I wanted to take her out, alone, without a chaperone. She told me that could not be done. She had respect. We are talking six months and not even a kiss.

It was a Thursday night and I got a call from the gate. There was a young woman there to see me, could they let her in. I looked down from my apartment and to my surprise it was Rosario. She came alone. She was polite and walked around the apartment, checking out every corner and testing the appliances. Then she turned to me.

I am a woman, I am not a girl. I have my degree. If you are so intent of trying out the merchandise before buying, then go ahead. I hope you like it, and marry me. Or stop chasing me, and leave me alone. Too many people are talking, you are undecisive.

She allowed everything, complete lovemaking, completing myself inside her at her specific request. If I didn't want to marry her, leave her a child instead. I was relaxing and she went for a glass of water, and returned with a knife. "If you won't marry me, I will cut your dick off".

So we got married, she returned to the States with me, went on to complete a graduate program and have her babies. When the lights are low, and the house is quiet, she leans over to me 'did you believe I would cut your dick off?' Yes ma'am, I was sure of that.