Posted by robertx on April 09, 2001 at 21:46:27:
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It is half past five on a Friday morning, my blood is almost replaced by Dos Equis, I have a dollar bill in my hand, which I slip between two marvelous cheeks, the Dahlia Grey look-alike, dancer jiggles in front of me. My ear-to-ear smile tells everybody that I am in bliss… This weekend I will not have to go to church. I have already been blessed and whatever the Christian-nazi-front in Alto California, decides to put up in the attempt to take the fun out of life and transform Los Angeles and San Diego into another Salt Lake City, they cannot hurt me here. They tried and even bribed the Mexican president, to have him shut the clubs at 2 or 3 am. Here corruption works better than our democracy and the local government allows the clubs to pay more money and stay open. In fact, at some point, at 5 am, I was joined by a police officer in my appreciation of woman’s beauty. For reasons I will not dwell on, my favorita stood me up and left me with time, money to burn and an empty and cold hotel room on a Thursday night. At first I tried to find a 80 watt heating device to substitute for my favorita *. A downside of going favorita as much as I have been doing over the last six months is that I lost track of other chicas and so none of the delightful ladies I considered for the heating duty declined. Most often I heard security reasons and all said that once at least I would have to test them on their own grounds. I somehow understand that, although at first I felt a little disturbed that I was considered to be a weirdo. I guess the ladies know from experience that one cannot see if a person is perverted. (* the average person radiates heat which equivalent to 80 watts) Of course I could have found less desirable heating devices, but decided to move towards different targets. Over the months I had seen my favorita and another young lady, I had in general avoided their home clubs (AB and CC). Since the other young lady decided for an early retirement, and my favorita had stood me up, I decided to reclaim their territory. Again none of the ladies would join me at my hotel. I stayed at Hotel Nelson. And I could not see myself doing a quickie in the roach infested hell whole over AB. I went my way, flirted with a few SG, drank and danced with a dancer at TB, but after 6 hours of mongering was still not laid. Over the last months I had been only with the two girls and only on rare occasions tested the uncharted waters of a fresh body with a street girl. Getting back to an open mind about women was more difficult than I thought. Either the attitude or the looks were not my type. I often try to drink myself into a less selective mood, but on this night my mind got even more focused the more Dos Equis I used to numb it up. At 11 pm after a substantial amount of alcohol, I could still not overlook the less than well-kept toenails on one lady, or the bad smell of cheap perfume on the next. Weary of my failed attempts to enjoy myself, I paused and went outside the ZN. - Isn’t it striking how, sometimes, it is so easy to find the most beautiful women everywhere in TJ, but in the red-light district? At some point I decided to give up on my attempts. Maybe I was not relaxed enough? In the past I had noticed that things happen in TJ to the ones who are willing to sit back and enjoy the ride. Having decided to let go, I made one more round through the ZN. The SG’s I was interested in, knew me by now and we chatted and joked about why mine and their demands would not be compromised and kept us from sharing the genuine TJ experience with one another. Entering AB I chatted another time with one girl who at first did not want to join me at my Hotel. Three hours later and her still not enjoying good business, she continued to stand strong. I strolled over to CC and again chatted with a couple of beauties. I had ignored this place for mostly private reasons in the past and must say: “ohmygod”. The talent level was through the roof. I had been making the mistake to judge CC by overly crowded Saturday nights or pathetic early afternoons. On this Thursday at 2 am, I saw more beautiful women at CC, than in all the other clubs and streets of the ZN together. Sometimes I cannot pin it down, but occasionally girls will attract me, who I never thought would be my type or particularly beautiful. I tall brunette caught me eye. She was standing in the middle of the room, facing the bar with her back. I guess her age around 28. She kept herself very well and had this mature and sexy radiation. The bar was crowded enough and although I spoke with her for quite a while, no mercero hustled me for a drink. She quoted me a price of $60 plus $10 for the room. Since I tried to get her to my room and discussed this for the whole time I was with her, I would not back down and after about 20 minutes we parted. For the first time in TJ, I managed to make a lot of female friends, although declining to buy their service. This girl actually seemed to have had a good time talking to me. Just about at the time when I wanted to walk out, she came along… I finally found the girl who was worth all the time and effort. Only 5 minutes into our meeting I closed the deal and off we went. Again she would not come to my Hotel and I ended up doing her in the Hotel over CC. To my surprise it was very clean, nice sheets and a clean shower, plus no roaches seen. The session was so good, that it helped me, and still does, to get over the failing relations with my favorita. Walking through the ZN after kissing my new honey goodnight, felt great. I was truly proud of myself. Had I not, for once, kept my standards where they were before I drove down, I would most likely not held off until I found my dream woman. It is just too bad, that it turned out to be another whore from the high frequency meat market. I wish I could find a girl like that at one of the smaller bars, and would not have to share her with x-number of customers each night… It was assuring how easy it was to find a new girl, who helped me over the fact that my favorita had abandoned me. I went my way, confident and happy until the early morning hours when even the girls at AB and La Valentina got tired. At around 6.30 I finally got really drunk and ran into the best friend of my favorita. She claimed that her friend had a bad headache for 3 days and wasn’t working. My drunken mind just mumbled: “No dolor de dedos, solamente cabesa?” But she didn’t understand my reference, about the ability to dial the phone even with a headache and walked away. If I had wanted to deal with a moody chica who tries to plays me for dumb, I wouldn’t want to pay $$$ for it. So life goes on, I move through the 12 steps of mongering quite quickly and have to realize that the innocent times of finding the first loveable girl and tying her as close to me and play couple, are over.
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