Posted by mongerito on January 01, 2001 at 23:15:32:
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I have been going to Tijuana for about 8 months and besides having a lot of sex, also see some of the sex workers privately and party not only in the ZN, but in general prefer Tijuana over San Diego for many activities, mostly but not exclusively sexual encounters. More recently I began to wonder how these adventures in the adult fantasyland influence my life north of the border. So far I had not conciously thought about how my interaction with the chicas north of the border had changed since I first went to TJ. I don't think I objectify women in an aggressive way, but the security of having my sexual desires satisfied and knowing how much fun I can have with a women, who I share little more than sexual attraction with, is energizing. This energy and confidence translates to my ability to more freely approach women in the US. More recently I picture myself entering Adelitas, even when I am actually pursuing free pussy north of the border. My most recent "adelitas-like" experience was in one of the Gaslamp Quarter clubs in downtown San Diego: The scene in Tijuana was not as lively over the last weeks and the holidays had put a dent into my paycheck. So I thought a place like "name detracted" in Downtown San Diego may be an interesting venue to find northern chicas how would provide in exchange for only attention and free drinks. In the past, before going to Tijuana, I had spend most of my weekends in danceclubs, standing in the corner. Once in a while a would get all my strength and courage together and approach a girl. This girl than would in general destroy my little confidence within a few seconds and I retrieved to my frustration. Over the last six months however I spend more and more time in Tijuana and not only relieved my sexual frustrations, but also enjoyed a healthy social life. It is a marvelous exercise in flirting and charming. Some of you will say, that flirting with whores doesn't count, since they will provide for money anyway. The more veteran mongers however know that there is more to it and most of the chicas in Tijuana are receptacle to flirting. On my most recent trip to the typical San Diegan Hotspot I did my mental excersise and upon entering transformed myself mentally into the Adelitas Bar. Looking at all bars as if they are Adelitas gives you a new an playful view on things. This bar had many parallels to my favorite spot in TJ: There was a bar to the left, straight ahead a dance floor with live band and to the right and downstairs the bathroom. This men's room faces the ladies room and some girls may be able to peek inside, although none of the chicas of San Diego actually came into the bathroom like they do in AB. This may be because the "toilet-guy" had only a very limited selection of gum and no cigarettes, or maybe most of the chicas of San Diego assume that the local mongers have clean equipment and don't bother checking it out. Having gotten a little exhausted, I got myself a second beer and began smiling at a chica how just had entered the club. Either she was upstairs all the time before, or I had simply missed her during all my dancing action. She was a dirty brunette, about 5'3", 110 lbs and wore a hot black miniskirt with black boots. While I was still fantasizing about how kinky it would be to lick her boots in one of the backward booths, another monger asked her to dance. She shut him down within seconds and the poor fellow limped back to his spot next to the speakers. He looked like me, one year age and I knew he would not find the courage to ask another hottie all night. I felt my heart pumping, blood streaming south and while I was walking over where she stood. I felt as excited as at the times when I pick on a hottie at AB to test drive a new body. Finally getting to her, she said her name was "detracted" and smiled this perfect alto-california smile and I knew I had found my lady of the day. We had a few drinks. And at one point she almost brought me to tears, when she insisted on buying one round herself. This girl didn't ask me for "suckyfucky" all night, laughed and seem to have a really good time. This time I didn't offer any money after the dances and like her colleague she didn't seem to expect it anyway. It turned out that she had parked her car not far from mine and so me walked arm in arm through the night. Gosh it felt almost as good as walking my favorita to her taxi cab in Tijuana. When we reached her car, I was as nervous as during my first few times in Tijuana. How do I approach her about the all nighter without offending her and putting me into the best position to negotiate. Women never stop to amaze me, but all she did was giving me a kiss (just the slightest tough of tongue) and her phone number. I was so surprised that I didn't manage to ask her for the all-nighter and instead babbled about wanting to see her again and how much I had liked her company. In hindsight I really feel weak and ashamed about how cowardly I lost this opportunity to fuck an alto california chica. She was free the very next day and told me she would leave town for the new years thereafter.Unfortunately I had already made a date with one of my favorite in Tijuana for the next day and could therefore not take her on for a date the following day. I managed to fabricate a decent excuse and am proud to have realized that being "occupado" with one of her southern colleagues would not have been the best excuse. I mumbled something about my work, which the poor thing found very interesting and at around 3 am we split. Besides the $7 cover and about $40 on drinks I had no other expenses the whole night. Unfortunately besides I sweet kiss and some minor groping on the dance floor I did not get much mileage. I still don't see this night as a complete failure, but more as an investment into the future. Next weekend I will make an effort not to spend all my time in TJ, but keep one or even two days open to further search for free pussy in San Diego.
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