A relatively newcomer to the Las Chavelas bar is a somewhat "homely" woman I've had my eye on for some time now, called Olga. I can't remember where she said she's from, I think it's a town not far from Mexicao City, close to Puebla.

Olga is 43 years old and looks ten years beyond her age. She has thick curly kind-of dirty shoulder-length strawberry blond hair, and is quite "chunky" with wide hips. Her breasts are almost non-existent. She's flat chested, has bad skin and has slight bloodshot eyes. She could quite possibly be an alcoholic.

There is nothing attractive about her to indicate a monger's sexual attraction. I tried to negotiate a price with her to go upstairs with me, but she politely declined, saying all she did at this bar was work as a waitress. Nothing else. Oh well, I thought. I tried.

About a week later when I returned, I again struck up a conversation with this waitress Olga who was even more friendly to me than the last time. Again the subject of sex descreetly came up,and again she reminded me she was just a girl who only waited tables and made money on tips. She continued to talk to me, even joined me in a drink after she got off work, but wouldn't go upstairs with me.

What was about her that was so interesting? Nothing. What was about her to make me want to continue to persist? Nothing at all, other than the fact that she was a waitess there at the Las Chavelas and it held an air of mystique and excitement. It certainly wasn't her looks. it wasn't exactly her charming smile or magnetic personality.

I just figured she may want to walk on the wild side for once and do something with her body which may help subsidize her low income as a waitress in a whore house.

Finally, about a week ago, I returned to the LC, was waited on by Olga who was visiting and sitting amongst friends at a table by the stage. I finally brought her upsairs on an agreed price of $60.00. What a disaster it was. Complete waste of time and money. She was so nervous throughout all this, that she just kept talking and talking and talking. She insisted on undressing with the lights out, and was so uncomfortable, she just couldn't get into it.