This month, I flew to Mexico for what would be the craziest ten days of my life. Going into the vacation, I didn't think much of it. I can say with certainty that my life has changed as a result of my ten days there.

The first day that I got there, we arrived in the afternoon. I went with my friend and his family. Upon arrival at the hotel, I began to go to work. My friend's parents don't speak good english so my friend and I made the room arrangements, managed to pay the workers for a room with a nice view of the pool, and for 18+ bracelets, because we're both seventeen. My friend and I shared a room with his grandmother and the rest of his family got another room.

The first few days were OK. We hung around the pool bar, we didn't drink much, and we kept to ourselves. It all changed around the third/fourth day when beach volleyball was announced. Now, we went to an all inclusive resort. The resort had event times, so certain things happened everyday at the same time. For example, water aerobics in the morning. There was a stretching class. Sometimes, there would be sports tournaments. Darts. You get the point. In the evening, there would be a show. There was world cup viewings in the theatre. There was volleyball, which is where I made a killing.

Nonetheless, we started to go to all of the events. Now, coming into the trip, I had crippling approach anxiety. I was the biggest pussy about walking up to people and meeting them. I battled this by talking to everybody. Instead of ONLY thinking about speaking to women, go up and talk to a guy. When we started playing beach volleyball, I took the team under my wing. I was funny, commanding, cocky, confident, and it radiates onto people. People begin to notice. People remembered me from the volleyball games.

On the fourth night, I met a girl in one of the games. We'll call her 'M'. Now, M gave me a metric fuckton of IOI's during the game, so I walked up to her afterward and told her to put her number in my phone so we can meet up later that night. Key point: I didn't ASK her for her number. I TOLD her to give me her number. She came to later tell me that she found that immensely attractive. Now, at the resort, there was a huge outdoor bar and dance floor. The dancing began at 10:30, so we made plans to meet up at 10:30. After meeting up with her and getting a couple of drinks in my system (the alcohol hit me like a train, this was my first time drinking), I was cocky as hell. I wrapped my arm around her and acted like she was already mine. Halfway through the night, I started making out with her. She blew me in the bathroom that very night. Turns out that she was 22 years old.

That night ended up being very rough. My friend and I spent the rest of the night vomiting and sleeping on the bathroom floor in a drunken stupor. Not where I like to be, but hey, there's a first time for everything.

The next day, we were loose. We were ready to make a killing. I went back to the volleyball court the same day and made new friends.

Another nice thing about this trip is that we met a lot of people our age. These people were all shy, so my friend and I brought them all together. By the sixth night, we had a huge network of friends.

Fast forward to the next girl. An HB9. Smoking fucking hot. Blonde hair. Blue eyes. Hollywood as fuck. I was kicking it at the bar, sipping on a drink, taking it slow. This was around the fifth night. I peep these two blondies to my right. One is ugly as fuck and the other one is the HB9. Some creepy guy is hitting on them. I ain't Cap'n Save-A-Ho, so I mind my own business. My friends are back at the lounge chairs but I decided that I need some alone time. The next thing I know, blondie and her sister are walking up to me. Instinct takes over and I wrap my arm around the cute one and grill the creepy guy. I'm scared shitless. This dude is a solid 6'5, 220 at the very least. I'm 6'0, 170. I maintain eye contact until he turns around and fucks off.

I realize I've got my arm around blondie. I take it away, give her a half-cocked smile and go: "You owe me a drink." I get to learn her name. Let's call her 'J'. Now, J wasn't as easy as the first girl. As a matter of fact, I never fucked J. We both got fucked up that night, I took her to the side and escalated. We made out until she told me she wanted to go back to the room. At this point, she's rubbing my crotch. She says that she left her phone back at the bar with all of our friends and that once we get it she wants to fuck. We go back and her stupid lesbian hoe sister starts to argue with her about me. They both leave. The next morning she hits me up asking for "closure" saying "she doesn't remember what we did". I ghosted that bitch.

Fast forward to the next one. Another older girl. We'll call her Barbie. Now, I approached Barbie in the night-time, but she was older. The thing about it is that I was really fucking drunk. I grab her and start to dance with her. She's shocked. I took a lot of dance classes when I was there and my bachata game was on point. I ditch her to go grab a drink and my friend comes over to me and says that she thinks I'm super aggressive. I take that as a compliment and take my time finishing my drink. I head back over to her and dance with her some more. She starts to back it up on me during a Drake song and I tell her that I think we should go somewhere. I couldn't take her to the room because of my friend's grandma so we fucked on the beach. Extremely messy. Would NOT recommend.

During my second to last full day there, I was alone. My friend was spending time with his family and I was on my own. Now, I spot another girl that looks exactly like my old oneitis. It hit a soft spot in my heart and I went directly to her. Started to talk, and we decided to go play volleyball. Afterward, I tell her to give me her number and she does. We go our seperate ways until the nighttime. We invite her out and she comes (along with her cuck brother.) Long story short, I couldn't escalate because she was watched by him the entire time. Shit night.

Next day, we spend the entire day together. I'm not proud of myself, but you guys have to understand: I could've been out fucking different girls every night but that got boring quickly. With this one, I actually enjoyed my time. Whatever. Judge me if you will. I could've lied and said that she was just another HB10 that I was railing sixteen times a day, but I trust this community enough to share the thought process I'm actually going through.

This vacation taught me that you have to keep an abundance mentality in order to succeed. There are so many fish in the sea and you will never go lonely if you grow the balls to escalate. Women do care about status, SMV, and things of the sort, but you honestly only NEED two things. An unbreakable frame, and unbreakable balls. Those two things paired together are dangerous.