Monday, September 11th, 2023.
Never forget.
It’s been 22 years. Where were you?
I was in Middle School in Querétaro. No one in the classroom found out what happened until they went home later that day. I was pulled out of the classroom. My mom was in tears. My brother lived in New Jersey and worked in New York at the time.
Nothing happened to him.
He was on his commute when it happened. And he didn’t work in the twin towers, not even close from what I recall.
What a patriotic way to start a blog that has nothing to do with America.
At least I got my Global Entry pass now. I’m a trusted traveler. Thanks, America.
I can cross the border fast now. But now I don’t have a car. The línea used to be my stress. Now its my car.
I’m recycling it soon. Bye Donatella. She still runs. By sheer magic it seems. The “Check Engine Soon” light is on and it periodically flashes. She still drives. But I know it’s time for her to die. And retire. With the California incentive I can make some money by giving it to the government to trash.
Money that I need.
I’m going broke again. I started the year broke, got a job, and went up from there. Got sick of the job and quit. Had good money in the bank. And I made a lot of money as a freelancer for the first month or two.
Then slowly.
Nothing.
It has been nothing for a couple of weeks. One tour. It went well. My clients usually tip me a nice amount after the tour ends. This one didn’t. Not only he did not tip. He asked me to split the check at Caesar’s. No one has asked me to split the check before.
Oh well.
I didn’t make much money on a tour. I made half of what I was supposed to. Here’s that TikTok:
It matters not. I’ll make money soon.
Buy my books. Subscribe to my Patreon. Hire me for a photoshoot. Give me money.
Last blog I mentioned I was in a podcast. It got posted.
Here it is:
It’s almost 3 hours of the hosts talking at each other with me interrupting them every once in a while with stories and jokes. I remember I thought I was hilarious. But I can’t watch it. I give myself cringe. Let me know what you think.
At some point, the host (Fofo) talked about being addicted to Tinder. And he compared himself to me. I’m not addicted. I used it mostly on the toilet for ego boosts. Same with Bumble.
I used both while traveling to give me an idea of what the area was like. Ohio sucks.
But the host talking about being addicted and constantly going out with women sort of bothered me. After the podcast, I deleted the application. I didn’t even go out with anyone, except for Fer at the beginning of the year. And she became a friend. Besides that, I sold some books and gained new Instagram followers… Not really dates.
I didn’t delete Bumble immediately, I wasn’t even using it in Mexico. But it was my plan to delete it as well. Before that, one last round of swipes.
Oooo.
Three interesting matches.
One wanted to take me to Ensenada hours after the match. It didn’t sound like a bad idea, I entertained it. But I didn’t go for it. I had two other matches.
The other one seemed cool as f. Easily could’ve been friends, easily could’ve been lovers. Not sure if it could’ve been more. I added her on Instagram. But I stopped talking to her because of the third match.
I stopped hitting on girls overall because of the third match.
The final Bumble match (Bumble, you should pay me for this success story).
She had little info on her profile and only two pictures. Cute. Asian features but Mexican. With glasses. Why always with glasses? I guess it’s my type.
Do I have a type?
She says we are too different. Because she’s a godin (common worker). So what? So have my previous girlfriends… Your job does not define you.
I’m talking to her right now through WhatsApp complaining about work. It’s weird to write about her while talking to her.
Cute moments.
We met the day we match. We didn’t even talk much on the app. I didn’t know what to expect.
How am I so lucky? I thought she was beautiful the moment I saw her.
We went to Teorema Brewery on a Saturday night. We had two beers and she left to be with her friends. One of her friends recognized me as Matingas. And the Matingas from Reddit. The mod. Weird.
But my date told her to not say anything about me. They went to Hong Kong… And we texted through the night and agreed to see each other again the following day.
We met again on a Sunday afternoon for coffee. We did nothing but talk and walk. It went fast. Way fast. And we kissed. We kissed a lot.
Before midnight, antes de que se le haga calabaza la carroza, she went back home.
Clavo que saca clavito que saca clavote que saco clavito. And thus is life. Clavado again.
Google Photos showed me a memory from a not so distant past. It was a picture of my ex-girlfriend. For the first time in a long time, my heart didn’t drop to my stomach. Instead, I just thought of the happy moments. Life happened. Now she’s somewhere else. And I hope she’s happy.
My temporal roommate left the apartment two weeks ago and he hasn’t come back. He is supposed to come back today (he keeps pushing the date).
In those two weeks, two things changed. The internet got fixed so the Wi-Fi password is different. I have a girlfriend. Or at least is going in that direction.
We saw each other again. And again. And again. And we haven’t stopped. I enjoy being with her. She enjoys being with me. And in a short period of time, we are already on the cutesie couple talk: “Baby this. Love that.”
How it happened. I’m not sure. Sometimes it just lands naturally. I don’t do that shit often. Or not this fast.
I say that.
Then it happens.
I’ve photograph the moon a lot this year. I haven’t shot the Milky Way once and the season is practically over. But I’ve shot a lot of full moons. That was our third date. And the romantic moment.
I told her about my plans to photograph September’s blue moon. Thanks to PhotoPills, I knew at what time it would rise and the location. She suggested Norte Brewery. I abuse that place for sunsets, but I didn’t think about full moon before. I told the owner about it. He turn a simple request to shoot the moon into an astronomers event.
I picked her up from her work and came back to my apartment to grab my camera.
That’s when she dropped the bomb.
A big KABOOM bomb.
She told me she is a virgin.
Why?! I’m finally liking someone this much and she has to be a virgin.
She asked if I would continue to see her with this new information. I was caught off-guard. I said yes. But I was not waiting until marriage. Nor waiting more than three to six months really. It was obviously a lot of responsibility and I wasn’t comfortable. She asked me before if I slept with more than 100 women. And I have.
Why would a virgin go out with me?!
She kept the ruse for twenty minutes or so. Until she told me she wasn’t.
Relief.
After hanging out in my apartment for a bit, I grabbed my camera and we headed to Norte. We got there shortly before moonrise, grabbed a couple of beers and headed to the rooftop. The owner was there waiting with a giant telescope. He was worried the clouds were going to block the view.
They didn’t.
At 7:39 p.m. the moon was to rise. I didn’t see it. I told her we should go downstairs for a bit until the moon came out. As I was telling her this. It rose. Big beautiful moon above Tijuana.
Here are the pics:
I took hundreds of pictures.
Then we kissed under the full moon. We kissed everywhere.
More astronomers and astrophotographers gathered on the rooftop. I was able to connect my camera to the giant telescope. I got to photograph the moon at 2000mm as well as Saturn.
Now I want a telescope. And a 600mm lens. Or something better than my shitty 70-210mm/4.5-5.6f. Not bad for that lens.
Need more money. Need more gigs. Need more gear.
The morning after, I went to get my wisdom teeth pulled. My upper two. I keep them in a shot glass in the kitchen. Why do I keep them? I have no idea. I’m a bit of a hoarder and those are my fucking teeth. I still have my fucking foreskin. For some reason, my mom saved it. I know. Wtf, right?!
I’m supposed to get my other teeth pulled this Thursday. I got them pulled for free at a university with a cute dental student. It hurt like a motherfucker though. I’m scared. But hey. Free work.
The day after, I was with her. And with her again. And again. And again.
Monday was a holiday in America. I went to play tennis in Chula Vista with Tony Tee and lost miserably (not against him, he wishes).
The day after we were going to go train together. Well, she was going to run 1k while I trained Muay Thai. But Chimba jumped wrong on top of the fridge and broke her back foot. Instead of training, we had to go to an emergency vet. She’s fine, minor injury. She cost me $100 to fix. She’s her normal pretty kitty again.
The morning after the Kiwi tour.
Then with her again and again.
I was with her the whole weekend. It went quick. I already even met her mom and her friends…
Another cute moment happened.
We were walking back home around midnight. There has been a lot of military in downtown Tijuana lately. They stop anyone they deem suspicious, yet they haven’t stopped me. Walking together, less of a chance they stop us.
They didn’t.
We were talking about the future of our two week relationship for some reason. We both said we never kissed at midnight in New Years. We pretended it was that night and did a countdown from 10 to 0. And we started kissing.
I felt a presence near us.
Two military dudes were watching us the entire time.
We walked away all embarrassed.
Relationship goals: Kiss at midnight of New Years Eve 2023.
There are more goals. Those are between me and her.
My Mexicali beer cover is out. It was originally 10,000 words. It was cut in half and wonderfully edited. I’m happy with the result. I’m sad at how slim the Reader is (and that it pays me less).
The extended edition as well as all the pictures in Mexicali are on my Patreon.
Here is the cover:
Here’s a link to the Reader’s version.
I have 24 copies with me that Buffy and Steve brought me from San Diego. Thank you guys.
I have 12 more copies with Danny Squares El Border Kid. I need to pick that up soon. Thanks Danny.
And thanks to everyone in Mexicali that made it possible. I loved it there and I can’t wait to go back. I made a top 5 of my favorite beers on TikTok.
Averno Cervecería beers are on the cover. Little Satan on text is on the cover. The story ends with my infatuation with her. How quickly things change. She’s a tiny beautiful woman, but my fantasies are over and reality settles. I’m old for her. And dating a little porn star might not be for me. It was fun to imagine the great aspects of it. Never really thought of the negatives. And when you put those into account. Whoa.
I needed a reason to go. She gave me one.
I don’t need a reason to return. I loved it there. I would go back to Mexicali whenever I have a chance. The beer is amazing and the town is weird as fuck. There are many restaurants and places to try. It’s like a gem hidden in the desert. An oasis of beers. Hot as fuck. Worth it.
I’m going back November for the beer fest. I got a VIP invite of sorts. I need money. And to plan ahead.
I’m going to CDMX in two weeks. With almost no money to spend. Dumb way to go. But it’s a short weekend I’ll spend with Sánchez. And I’ll do more beer research.
I just viewed her Instagram profile to confirm something I already knew: I like her. I like her a lot.
Dumb to judge someone’s social media. I like her in person. But also, her posts are cute and she looks wonderful in them. It makes me smile. It’s been less than 24-hours since I last kissed her and it feels like way more time.
That’s were I am. Not sure how long that will last. But I plan to enjoy it.
NFL STARTED!!!!
I won my first Fantasy football game. I did no research before the draft but I’m happy with my team. No one gives a shit about that. Neither does her. While I watched football she played Mario. Then we played together. That was my Sunday.
There is still much September to go. All I want to do is be with her. But shit. I need work.
I’ll be writing a lot. I need to pitch, write, and get other jobs. I don’t like taking pictures anymore, but fuck it. I’m great at it. Hire me as a photographer (not the greatest pitch ever). More tours, those are always fun. Perhaps do a master class on photography.
There is a lot of money to be made. I just need to make it. Playing Zelda all day is also tempting.
I also sell my prints! I also sell books! I also sell shirts!
Buy your Matingas Merch!!!
I need money before going to CDMX!
Buy my shit. Subscribe to my shit if you haven’t.
Buy my books on Amazon. I’m sure you’ll enjoy them.
Subscribe to my YouTube. I’ve only been uploading shorts…
Support me on Patreon (and get goodies!) Hey… if you want to see me half naked…
Follow me on Instagram and book me for a photoshoot!
Follow me on TikTok just because it’s the thing we do in the future.
Book a Tijuana tour with Tijuana Adventure! This is going to be more expensive soon.
Read all my articles on the Reader. New cover out now!
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