A short story by The Author

The Arrival
of a Caleña


Interaction with the ladies is what you do in Cali, Colombia. That is the activity. Other options are scarce even if you wanted them. These women are very sensual, social and need to be with a man. They have limitless justifications and rationalizations as to what they do and why they do it. Spending time with an authentic Caleña is an experience you will not likely forget. In fact, it will change your life forever.

On this particular night I'm on the terrace with my roommate, just talking and passing time while I'm waiting for my girl to show up. Neither of us are novices when it comes to the ladies so we almost completely avoid the topic of my girl and just have a normal discussion. As is often the case in Cali, there is a wide pendulum of events going on in a small amount of space and time. My roommate Ronny is expecting a phone call from his mother while I'm about to spend time with a party girl with no limitations or hang-ups whatsoever.

She is highly motivated by her unmet childhood needs. It's nearly impossible to understate how much she craves and commands male attention. She needs to be assured of her beauty as much as the rest us need air. Neither by coincidence nor serendipity, but by effort and diligence has this motivated creature put herself in a position to maximize the opportunity of forthcoming praise, and even borderline worship.

She comes in and makes a most charismatic, dramatic entrance that is unmatched by any actor or actress, past or present. Her dress, her sensuality, her style and her beauty are sublime. With all cylinders revving at the highest of levels, she greets the awestruck duo with a smile and the friendliest of salutations.

5'7, slim but curvy, long jet black hair down to her thin waist, with a large, protrusive, all natural bosom. Her waist to hips ratio needs to be seen to be believed. She possesses an unheard of tiny waist that spreads out beautifully. Dark penetrating eyes which she has no problem starring you down with. It's impossible not to melt when she does that. She has been blessed genetically similar to a professional athlete the likes of Mickey Mantle or Lawrence Taylor. She should seriously consider donating her eggs and blessing the world with her DNA.

There is absolutely no shame in her game. She is on this planet to turn men on and has no qualms about it! How can one not appreciate that for what it is? Written all over her shirt in English is the term "High Action." I have to believe she understands what that means, but I don't dare ask because I'm trying to maintain some composure. I'm just proud of the fact that I'm not literally drooling all over myself, never mind asking dorky questions.

Immediately, as per her persuasion we start dancing together. Even though the night is five minutes young, it's becoming ever more difficult to restrain the evidence of my fondness of her (i.e. the growth in my pants). As this is going on, Ronny receives the call from his mother he was expecting. This doesn't slow Alexandra down one bit. Music pumping and hips wiggling, the party continues regardless. There's nothing that's going to stop her from partying. Not church, a murder, a woman giving birth, the building catching fire, an attempted suicide, a car accident, an explosion, a tornado and certainly not Ronny's phone call. Circumstances are irrelevant, this girl wants to party.

Ronny on the other hand is trying to have a civilized phone conversation with the most dearest of family members. He is waving frantically to turn the music down and shut the sliding door to the terrace. Although Alexandra is living in the moment and is oblivious to his gestures, I take notice and execute his requests. If only he had a video phone so mom could see the young man she so proudly raised.

I shut the music off and guide Alexandra to a book I brought with me. It contains short versions of famous myths. I start explaining the myth and pointing to the pictures as a helpful guide. My love for literature is trumping any sense of good judgment I might have previously had. Upon the termination of his phone call, Ronny calls me over to remedy the situation. I walk towards the terrace and when close enough to hear a whisper he calmly inquires, "Do you think she understands?" His nonchalant delivery is what makes him so funny.

I burst into laughter as I accept his most delicately chosen manner of pointing out the error of my ways. I have to accept this correction, and return to my normal understanding of people and their roles on this earth. You don't call the doctor to fix your toilet, and the painter is certainly not going to do your taxes. As I return to my guest, and my senses, I look at her face exuding boredom. Obviously, it's time to pick up where we originally started and bring her back to her comfort zone. Class is over. The music is back on, the book is closed and the party continues.

As we're dancing, my friend goes to the kitchen and returns. In his hand is an aphrodisiac in a cordial glass. Presenting it as if it were an after dinner drink in a formal dining situation. As he hands it to me he says, "Cheers! Enjoy yourself." A most appreciated cocktail indeed! A toast, to The Arrival of a Caleña... ...May we all be so fortunate.

- Diedrich Knickerbocker


{The Author presents The Arrival of a Caleña. This is a short version of a short story I was recently encouraged to post personally by The Two Gringos. Thank you for taking the time to read it. I hope you enjoyed it.}

[HonkyTonk]

Most excellent TA! What a way with words you have. You notice the smallest of things that most men who go to LAm miss entirely. They are missing 90% of the experience.

Calenas, got to love them for exactly what they are.

I hope you take more time to share these simple moments in the life type stories. I felt like I was there. Thumbs up!

[El Capitan]

Excellent TA...more...more...maestro, mas musica!!

Continue on when you have the notion, it's always a good read!!

And by the way, I agree, she did look fantastic!

Wow! Another short story by The Author. I give it five stars!

[Sailover]

What a wonderful wife she will make. At least in her eyes.

[Cap'n Jib]

TA,

If a man just allows himself to flow with these women, it is an experience of a life time. On second thought... if you do it every night, then it is a new experience every night.

You have captured something that is impossible for someone who hasn't been there to understand. THESE ARE REAL WOMEN! [img]smile.gif[/img] [img]smile.gif[/img]

They are comfortable in who they are. And they sure as hell know their power over men. God bless them! And in turn I guess we are blessed also…so to speak.

Thanks for the kind words and replies, I really appreciate it.

[LastLion]

TA, I am with the capitan, I saw her, man I was danciing with her! Thanks for taking me back to cali! It actually sounds like you were with my novia!!!!!!! You described her to a tee!!!!!!

Don't be a stranger!

[SonOfASailor]

TA,
You just started my day off on the right foot, or feet, or whatever. Most excellent read. You sure have a gift with your writing (and calenas).
Thanks again. I really needed that read!!

Well gentleman, you have just read the writings of a truly talented writer! I for one have enjoyed immensly this short story with all the fine detail and covering all of what I myself think are the important topics, namely the women.

It is nice to see someone convey their thoughts so articulately, please continue...

P.S. I just love the avatar!!!