There's a new waitress in the place named Wendy. She's been here for a month from Chihauha, Mexico snd works in the daytime. Black hair, nice body and a killer smile. Looks like she's in her early to mid 20's.

She's also a fichera and drinks juice or beer on occasion. Just wondering if anyone else has run into her. If so, does she go up to the room?

Yes, she is very nice, likes to dance. She has more than a few beers, can drink with the best of them. Don't know if she goes up to the room or not.

Damn. I'm going to have to catch her on one of her drinking days. I'll buy her all the cubetas that she can handle. Unfortunately for me, I've only caught her on her not-drinking-because-it's-still-too early days.

Wendy was not your average Zona working girl. In fact, she had no business working anywhere near the Zona at all. I first met Wendy in January 2002, she just got hired as a waitress at the Las Chavelas. When I first set eyes on her, she was standing near the bar, twirling a metal tray with one finger.

She looked bored, so I walked over and introduced myself. She didn't speak any English and although her teeth were slightly crooked, she had a sincere sweet smile. She looked so sexy in her black waitress uniform. Her hair was jet black and she had big brown seductive eyes. She joined me for a drink one afternoon and it was from there we began to get to know each other. The next day we went to lunch not far from the Las Chavelas at a Chinese restaurant on the corner of Ninos Heroes and Coahuila 1er. Cjon. I couldn't keep my eyes off her. I thought to myself this girl is absolutely stunning. We got to know more about each other as time went on.

When I returned to LA, I called her the next day. She was glad to hear from me. She called me one evening also, just to tell me she missed me. I returned a week later to see her again. I promised her I would return and called her the day before I went to Tijuana just to be sure she would wait for me. She did. I went to TJ on a Sunday afternoon. She was scheduled to get off work by 8:00pm and we already had a date planned. She was so glad to see me.

When I walked into the Las Chavelas on a Sunday afternoon, I had two friends with me who were also local visitors to the Zona. When Wendy saw me, she ran to me, threw her arms around me and kissed me so passionately. I gave her a little gift of perfume. Nothing too expensive, but a little something which was nicely wrapped up. She was thrilled by this.

I got a hotel room that evening at the Las Cascadas and waited for her to get off work, because I was going to take her to dinner. That evening, she called me from her hotel room and said she was ready. When I knocked on her hotel room door, I presented her with a nice bunch of flowers. You should have seen the way this girl dressed. She was wearing tight black corduroy pants, with a black long sleeve blouse and black high heel shoes to match. She had beautiful long gold earrings which matched the rings on her fingers. She had the most voluptuous figure I've probably ever seen on any woman. What I'm trying to say is, she was a knockout. She looked absolutely stunning.

We got a taxi to La Costa restaurant and when we walked in, all eyes were upon her. She sensed that she was being stared at, and in an effort to show she was mine, she moved real close to me in the booth. She was a perfect picture of beauty, soft white skin, light make up, beautiful long black flowing hair. Dinner was nice and romantic. we talked and talked. We held hands constantly and shared many stories about our lives, about growing up, about our families, about many things. What made it more interesting was the fact that we were having fun translating English words to Spanish and Spanish words to English. My Spanish isn't that great. I discovered Wendy had inner beauty as well as good looks.

Later on that evening, I took her to Las Pulgas. She had always heard about the place, but never been there. It was the same thing when we walked in there. All eyes were upon her. ( Bro's, I'm not kidding here or just saying this to make myself feel good) All the guys at the entrance were staring at this Latin honey. I felt so proud of her.

We held each other constantly, we talked for hours, we drank, we danced, we gazed into each others eyes as if to say we had finally found each other. You should have seen us at Las Pulgas-we looked as though we were inseparable. We looked so happy together. We enjoyed being with each other so much, we just didn't want the evening to end.

When the evening did come to an end, we returned to the Las Cascadas. I took her to my hotel room and gave her another small gift, a box of chocolates. She sat on the edge of my bed and I could see the tears in her eyes. She looked at me so sadly and said she has never met anyone like me before. She went on to say although we have only dated a few times, she knows that the more she gets to know me, the more she likes me. Then she began to cry heavily on my shoulder. She told me she didn't like working as a waitress in the Las Chavelas or anywhere near the Zona. She went on to say she wanted out, but good paying jobs were hard to come by and waitressing was one sure way of not starving.

Out of respect to her privacy, and bearing in mind she is a lady, I shall not reveal here if I slept with her, only because this is a public forum and I feel what went on between her and myself should only be kept amongst ourselves. I value my privacy and I respect her immensley. But what I will say is, the private intimate moments we did have with each other are memories that I shall always cherrish.

Wendy called me one morning and asked me to come see her again in TJ. I went to see her last Monday. We went to lunch at some shopping plaza somewhere near the border. I knew why she had asked me to return to Tijuana. I knew what she wanted to tell me, she couldn't tell me over the phone. When we went to lunch, she told me she was leaving Tijuana because she had a job offer as a secretary in Coahulia. She was leaving that day, but didn't want to leave until she said goodbye to me in person. I knew this was coming to an end. I knew this was too good to be true. I was about to lose a girl who was too easy to fall in love with.

Wendy explained that she wasn't meant to be working in the Zona, she just happened to stumble on the area by chance. We exchanged phone numbers and addresses and promised to keep in touch. I brought her back to the Las Cascadas and helped her with her bags. Before she got into the taxi, we kissed and hugged so much, that I just didn't want to let her go. Once again, I could see the tears streaming down her eyes. She was sad, yet she knew it was for the best. She also explained to me she knew if she stayed, she would get to love me so much that leaving Tijuana would have been virtually impossible.

I kissed her and hugged her for the last time, then I watched as she was being driven away to the bus depot in the taxi. My eyes filled with tears. This was the one girl whom I knew would have taken me away from the Zona. This was one girl who I would have gladly taken back to LA with me. She was twenty-two, I'm forty-four. The age difference meant nothing to us. All I know is, for the short time we knew each other, we were happy together. It's as if nothing else mattered. And it didn't. All I could do was think of her, all the time.

I am forever preaching to my whore mongering TJ trip friend "David" that working girls in the Zona, whether they be hookers, waitresses or whatever, are merely there for your entertainment. They don't really care about you. My friend "David" doesn't see it this way and seems to fall in love once a week with the hooker of his choice. But not me. I'm smarter than that. Or at least I'd like to think so. I try not to have any feelings for any woman in the Zona, because I know whether they are just serving you drinks or spreading their legs for you, it's just a business transaction. No feelings on either side, no emotion, no love. But this girl Wendy was everything to me. I was becoming very attatched to her. This is why, when I was reading the postings from fellow mongers Trumpet and Cantinflas about this "new girl in town," I was not participating in any discussion for fear of reading or finding out what I didn't want to know. Wendy told me she wouldn't let anyone else touch her and said it was crucial that I believe her. She said she had feelings for me and only me. She promised to return one day to TJ, but before she does so, she says she's going to call me in LA first so that we can meet up and do what we promised, which is to go to either Ensenada for a couple of days or San Felipe.

This morning, I got a phone call from Mexico. It was Wendy. She had made it safely to Coahulia. She called to say she missed me already and she thinks of the good times we had together. She added she thinks of me every day and promised to write. She told me she hopes I don't meet anyone else because she's going to return to me in a few months. I told her I will wait for her to return. I became very sad, and my eyes began to fill with water once again...

Master Bates.

MB, thanks for sharing... I can't say that I met Wendy but it sounds like she is very special..

buena suarte con ella

Thanks, dude. If you saw her, you'd know she is exactly the way other site mongers cantinflas and Trumpet have described-nice body, killer smile. I miss her already and right now am way too depressed to go down to TJ anytime soon. She is on my mind constantly. I know I'll never meet anyone like her again. Life is so unfair at times.

Master Bates.

MB...I am sorry to hear about this. It is probably for the best that she left the Zona but it really stinks that you guys cannot be together.

I would be booking a flight to Coahulia in the near future. Who knows buddy? Something may still happen even if you guys only keep in touch by letter or phone.

Good luck!

Concarne

Thanks, bro. I don't mind admitting, I'm reading these responses with teary eyes.

Master Bates.

Judging by the job ads there's plenty of secretarial jobs in TJ so she must have been pretty homesick for Coahuila.

Master Bates, You need to realize that you go to TJ to pay a low price for prostitution. Not to get emotionaly hung up. You will probably never find anyone worthy of a relationship in a whorehouse. BELIEVE ME

Is a rose any less a rose growing out from a pile of shit? Ever think that the chicas working in the bars think the same of the patrons?

What kind of men go to "whorehouses" anyway? heheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL.....

would you EAT or place YOUR MOUTH on the rose freshly picked from shit?

lol

Master bates, Wendy appeared to be different than the rest and your post only confirmed that.

Rampartdog:

I don't know. To me roses don't taste that great.

Do you eat any fruits or veggies?

Here on the farm, we grow them in a combination of horse shit and cow shit. Down the road they use reclaimed sewage from the treatment plant.

Ever had a carrot?

Carrots love rabbit shit. In fact, you can grow great "all organic" carrots in beds right under the rabbit hutches. That way the rabbits "automatically" fertilize the carrots every time they pee or poop.

Nothing like the smell of freshly watered steer manuer on the lawn when out for the morning jog... It IS enough to make me want to stop and kiss the roses..

Now back to our reguarly scheduled *Wendy* topic...

I just love these "Oh, but THIS one is different" stories... THEY ARE ALL HOOKERS, BATES !

Bullshit, Mr. Rampartdog. This one was different. And when I say different, I mean just that. I've read many a posting from past fellow mongers about "lovin' a whore" and another posting from some other guy who'd loved and lost his hooker to some other guy who stole her away from him and brought her to Miami. That was probably the saddest posting I've ever read. (I forget the monger's handle, but it was last October sometime) I've even smirked at some of these sob stories, thinking to myself how could grown men on this site even allow themselves to be caught up in this emotional web of love and affection. Admittedly, I've even sneered at some postings where guys have fallen head over heels for some chica's,(hookers) thinking how could they even have any emotional attachment to any working girl in TJ.

I've always thought, and have always said they're all the same. Whether they're SG's or working at the AB or CC, it doesn't matter- a whore is a whore. (God, how I hate using that term for TJ working girls) But like I said, this one was different. And when I say different, I mean just that. Okay, fine, I will admit here on this board, I did pay for her services, at first. But after that, she would call me when I was back in LA. And no, I don't mean she would call me because she was low on funds, she would call me to tell me she missed me. And I believe her. She knew I treated her differently.

She knew I cared about her, she knew it would greatly hurt my feelings if I even thought for one minute she would have sex with someone else. I even told her so, and she respected my thoughts. In other words, she knew I was getting attached to her. I wanted her, permanently, and she was aware of my sincerity. She would wait for me to return to TJ just because she knew I would treat her like a lady, and I did. With us, it was beyond the sex. With us, it was about being together, getting to know each other, spending time together, and basically just enjoying the time we had with each other. After a few dates, we became attached. After getting to know each other, we became not just sex partners, but a couple. We were a hot item together. I was so proud of her. We had so much fun just translating Spanish and English words back and forth with each other. It was a whole new learning experience with her. And again, I must emphasize, she knew I cared. She knew I cared about her and about her feelings. She even told me so. She didn't want me visiting the Zona to have sex with anyone else. She also was developing a lot of feelings for me. I'm not stupid, I know what love is, and I know when someone is sincere or not.

I would take her out on dates, it was no object with me spending money on her to buy her nice things. As I said in my earlier posting, when I took her out, she was the center of attraction-and that also includes when we went to Las Pulgas together. She was not meant to be working in the Zona, not even as a waitress. She is now in Coahuila, where she had just recently called me from there. I miss her so much and I know it's only a matter of time before we're back together again. I will pursue her, and I won't give up.

I was beginning to fall madly in love with her. (I know that sounds corny, but those are my feelings) After the short relationship I had with Wendy, and spending every spare given moment going down to TJ to see her, I can honestly say, working girls in TJ DO have feelings. They're not just "hookers" as you say, Rampartdog. Give it a chance, one day you might just meet a girl you really like down in the Zona, and then when you discover they are human and have feelings, you will no longer have the attitude that they're just there as a piece of meat for you to just go and stick your dick into. You might even discover you may wish to treat them with a little respect and dignity, because if you do that, you'll find it will bring out the nicer person in you and they won't look at you as just another "trick."

Granted, Wendy may not have been a total angel. but there again, who is? I'm certainly not one to cast stones. I know she supplemented her income by hooking on the side, just only sometimes, in an effort just to make ends meet. But I also know she is a person, a person with feelings. She shared a lot of those feelings with me. Whether she hooked full time or part time, she was someone special to me. She was someone I cared about.

Who knows, one day you may find a girl in the Zona who will not only be that certain someone special for you, but will change your attitude and your whole outlook on working girls in the Zona. They are human and they have feelings, just like you and I. But you can bet if and when you do find a girl in TJ who will change your whole attitude toward things, it will be like an experience you've never known anywhere else, and it will be like nothing you've ever experinced with any woman in the US.

Don't be so negative in your commentaries. Change your outlook.

Regards,

Master Bates.

*SNIFF* *SNIFF*

Hmm. You were in love and then she left? Something is not as it seems, IMHO. It is possible that you are being expertly deceived (let down easily), or that you are being tested. Men admire; women inspect and test. Such is life.

If you want her and think you have a chance, you need to act now to maintain your status with her. It means asserting your role and making it happen. If it works out, great. If not, then mourn the loss fully and completely. Then move on. The tragic romantic from afar strategy only leads to pain in your life. (a hunch)

Visit her in her home town and establish your primacy. Or lose.


Dogster-the-smart-and-humble-who-pays-for-sex-in-Tijuana-and-watches-drug-cartels-fall

She is back, saw Wendy, the waitress on Sunday night. She was a friend of my old girl friend, so she knew me right away. I talked to her for a few min. she has lost weight, and she really looks good.

Wow. Wendy is back. That is so cool. I'm going back to TJ in a few weeks and I hope I run into her. How is she doing? Is she back for the long term?

She did not say how long she would be there. She seemed very happy and looked real good.

Well, I guess you guys beat me to it. I just returned from TJ not more than half hour ago, ready to post what I thought was new stuff, but I can see it's already old news.

Yes, Wendy is back. As soon as I walked into the LC this afternoon, she saw me, stopped what she was doing and came running up to me where she threw her arms around me and just cried on my shoulder. (Yeah, I know guys-I don't really believe those were sincere tears, more like for dramatic effect) She told me she thought she'd never see me again. She has put on quite a few pounds, not lost any as some of you mongers have posted. She's definitely a little bigger in the ass and hips department, but that firm cleavage of hers is to die for.

We sat there at the bar and just talked and talked. But here's what I quickly observed: Wendy, no matter how sweet and cute she is, is a "bar girl." I asked her if she'd like a drink, thinking the bartender was going to bring her one of those small ficha beers, and he brings a full bucket of beers for her and her friend.

Then she quickly downs those and asks me to buy her another bucket. No fucking way, I said. I had to remind Wendy I was a regular to TJ and not some dumb gringo tourist. But she was still glad to see me after all this time, but getting back to the tears, the reason why I said I had a feeling those tears weren't sincere, is because I thought to myself how many other guys is she going to run up to, and hug and kiss like they were her long lost love?

She did give me her e-mail address, which doesn't mean anything. The point is, she's back and as I've already told her, she's back working at the LC.

"...but getting back to the tears, the reason why I said I had a feeling those tears weren't sincere, is because I thought to myself how many other guys is she going to run up to, and hug and kiss like they were her long lost love?"

...but dude, she gave you her email address!!!

Yeah, but I can almost gaurantee you Snapper, Trumpet and Cantinflas are busy e-mailng her as we speak!

Wendy has been introduced to the seedy night life of the Zona and told me how easy it was to make more money as a ficha girl in Tijuana than a secretary Culiacan. Can't say I blame her for her choice in life, it's just that when I first met her, she seemed somewhat confused over why she was working there as a waitress.

Oh, well. Whatever her issues this time, she's back and that's all that matters. But I must say, I sure do like her wide hips and big ass. A few more added pounds and she'll be the perfect woman for me!

Hey, I don't have her e-mail address yet, but I'll be working on that when I see her next week :-]

Wendy is a fun gal to hang out with. She was turning into an aggressive ficha girl before she left on her extended vacation. She was making the transition from waitress to ficha girl. However, I think she looked damn sexy when she was wearing that Las Chavelas waitress outfit. Y'know, the white dress shirt and black bowtie...mmmmmmmmmm....mmmmmm, yummy!

No, she has never given me her e-mail address. I was going out with one of her Friends before she left, so I think she still thinks that, but I not so I will see if she will. I thought she had put on a lot of weight before she left and now looks better, but maybe I am wrong. Anyway she still is a pretty girl.

Saw her again last night. We went to a table where we hugged, we kissed, she again cried on my shoulder asking what went wrong with us. I told her I will always like her as a friend only and told her nothing serious could ever develop between us simply because she works in a bar like this, and continues to do so.

Suddenly her friend, Citlaly comes over and decides to join us, with the masera in tow. The masera puts a napkin down on the table and points to her. I give the masera a condescending stare and slowly shake my head, as if to say, "What do you think I am stupid or something?" (referring to last week's deal where Wendy asked me to buy her and her friend Citlaly a drink, and the bartender comes over with a full bucket of ficha beers!) What's that they say? Once bitten, twice shy.

So we agreed to go to dinner at La Costa at meet around 8:00 pm when she'd be off the clock. I show up at 8:00 and sh'e sitting there drinking and talking with some "John." I waited 'til 8:40 and slowly glanced around at Wendy who was in the company of some tourist guy who didn't have a clue she had a dinner date waiting at the bar for her.

So I decided to get up and leave, but before that, I gave at quick glance in Wendy's direction and gave a slight wave as if to say, "see ya." No hooker/ ficha chica is ever going to break my heart. They're a dime a dozen.

You can have her Cantinflas and Trumpet. She's all yours. But just be careful, I've learned more than once- prior to going upstairs with her, she'll probably try and soak you and her friend Citlaly for as many ficha drinks as is possible.

Well, I only talk to her because she is a friend of my EX, I have never ask or really wanted to do her and I have never bought her a drink unless my ex was there. She has always been nice to me, but I know why and I am not going for it.

And now I find out, not only did she stand me up for dinner, she even gave me a fake e-mail address also. But oh, well. Who cares? As too many of my mongering friends have pointed out, there's way too many fish in the sea to even care.

Masterbate, Remember last year when you first posted the relationship you had with Wendy?? How you described it as a true love between you and her?? Well, I hate to say it but, rampartdog and some other dudes were right!!! No such thing as love in these TJ's bar. And DAMN, I was rooting for you and Wendy to prove them wrong. But whatever happened to you and her, Master???? She changed or you did??? But thanks to you and her, I will never look for another GFE again in the Zona. Good Luck, Bate!!!

One tip about working chicas in general:

If they show up at work regularly, its because some novio is (literally) pushing them out of bed to go to work.

Explorer, I think that is a very valid point!!!!
And most Novios are on some kind of drug habit too. Just look at sugarpie voto boyfriend (BEN bed partner). Sorry Ben, but that is the fact.

You guys sound like teenaged boys in a convenience store parking lot talking about 'bitches'.

Hey TJMac, thanks for the advice. I'm never too old to take advice from fellow mongers from the board. (I'm 45). To answer your question, I guess I didn't really see it at first, but a TJ trip buddy of mine once told me he was awakened one morning in the Las Cascadas hotel room by an employee of the TJ Health Department who was knocking on all the doors checking health cards.

He said Wendy was in the hallway crying because the Health Dept. member told her she couldn't continue working even as a "waitress" until she got her health card updated. He didn't want to break the news to me, but he had to let me know the truth. So, what does that tell you?

I must also admit, I've learned quite a few things from guys on this board who've been there, done that when it comes to dating TJ hookers.

When you get a chance, scroll on over to my Trip report which I posted in October of 2002, this is still an ongoing relationship and is something I feel comfortable in falling back on. Mainly because this ex-Las Chavelas chica is no longer working there.

Let me know what you think. Criticism never hurts me.

Got three e-mails from Wendy all in one day. I guess it must be love (again)

Got four e-mails from Wendy in three days. Went down there last night to have dinner with her, so she stood me up again. It really does a lot for a man's self-esteem when he constantly gets shot down more than once for a dinner date with a hooker.

Oh, well. Like I said-too many fish in the sea to even care.

She has returned. Now she doesn't double as a waitress anymore. Sadly, it looks as if the life of a bar girl is starting to take it's toll on this once beautiful creature.

She approached me in the bar last night, gave me a bear hug and we talked for quite a while about old times. Now my opinion of her has changed somewhat. Heavy make-up, covering what now appears to be a tired worn face.

Didn't take her up because there was so much better talent to choose from. And besides, all these past posts about her are a clear reminder, she's not worth the headache.

M. Bates.

Working back at the LC, has changed her appearance somewhat. Now has lighter hair. We talked the other night. She has a husband who's in jail somewhere in Mexico because of a narcotics violation. So she's stuck with a 8 month old kid. Which means she has to make more $$ being a working girl.

Didn't do her, because I has my eye set on something I spotted earlier who's a little heavier.