Friday, 3/22/02

I threw all my belongings in my car, for I would be moving to a much more conveniently located hotel. Some may question why I didn't stay in a hotel south of the border. The point is well taken; there were several instances during my stay where having a room in TJ would have come in handy. For one thing, I could have stayed with Elisa longer that morning, instead of having to bolt for the border.

After checking out of Hotel #1, I stopped at the large mall in Chula Vista. I wanted to buy a more substantial gift for Elisa than the small items I had given her that morning. I picked up a few bottles of body lotion from Bath and Body Works.

Hotel #2 may have been the best possible lodging option north of the border: the Motel 6 in San Ysidro. It's clean, quiet, and conveniently located; I have no complaints about the place whatsoever. I didn't try to make the one-mile walk to the border gates; I chose to drive and park. But during daylight, and if the weather is dry, walking is definitely an option.

It was 6:00pm when I left my car at World Parking. I took a cab to Revo. Since I hadn't eaten much all day, I paid Maria Candelaria another visit, and then whiled away some more time at the nearby Internet cafe. It's quite handy to be able to read about the chicas you've encountered in the bars, within a short distance of the scene of the crime.

Around 7:45, I parted those labia-like curtains and once again penetrated the love canal of Adelita. It was crowded, very crowded; but there was room to move about, and scattered empty seats in the booths.

Elisa wasn't in sight, but I knew it was still a little early. I made a few leisurely laps around the bar. Twice, a dark-haired chica gave me a pinch as I passed by. On a subsequent circuit, she got more bold. She reached out and grabbed my crotch... and squeezed a little bit more of the package than I would have liked. Ouch... I was in pain, although I tried to hide it as I hobbled away.

I'm used to being pinched and frisked in AB, but overt crotch-grabbing? That was a first for me.

About an hour after I arrived at AB, I was hanging out among the booths near Hottie Central when I spotted Elisa across the bar, heading in my direction. She walked through the corridor, pretending not to see me. But when she passed by, she grabbed my hand, pulling me along. I stumbled behind her, with her still clutching my hand, and my arm draped over her shoulder. I had been abducted, but I wasn't complaining.

We sat in one of the booths all the way in the back, behind the rear dance floor, and compared days.

I knew that I couldn't monopolize Elisa's time on a Friday night, and I mentioned that to her. She countered by saying that she had been meaning to talk to me on that front, as well. We agreed to hang out for just a little while, go upstairs for an hour and then part ways. And it wasn't long before the room beckoned. On the way up, however, something happened that really made me stand up and take notice.

At the entrance to the hotel, we encountered Angela, who was standing near the doorway. Before I could even say hello, Elisa looked at Angela, pointed at me and said, "Novio."

I heard that clearly… or did I? The dreaded N word. After mulling it over for just a second, I dismissed it, figuring the two of them were just messing around with me.

In the room, I started things off by going down on her. DATY is not something I do indiscriminately in TJ. I didn't even try it with Elisa until I had been with her a few times. But I enjoy it, and she really gets into it. Subsequently, we switched places. Her oral skills are so good that often I don't make it past the "sucky" part without finishing, and this was one of those times.

There was still some time left, and I didn't feel like a second nut was in the cards, so we got to talking some more. My knowledge of Spanish has improved marginally since I started going to the Zona, but I'm still at the level of a two-year old... if that. Elisa's English is excellent, so that's how we communicate for the most part. She does have a knack for slipping Spanish words into her dialogue, though, which enables me to deduce their meaning from the context. Therefore, many of the Spanish words I know, I've learned from her.

We were discussing this very topic, when all of a sudden, Elisa told me, "I'll teach you some Spanish words. Say this... Te amo mi amor."

Well, I may not know much español, but I sure know what that means. I just grinned and rolled my eyes.

It goes without saying that she was yanking my chain big-time. But she kept after me. "Say it. Te amo mi amor." She pretended to whack me on the side of my head. "Te amo mi amor."

The only way out was to employ humor. So, in a tongue-in-cheek, highly exaggerated manner, I spat out, "Te amo mi amorrrrrrrr..." Much laughter ensued.

Back downstairs, as agreed upon, we each went our own way. "I will look around," she told me. "You, too, okay?" And the more I thought about it, "looking around" seemed quite all right to me. A win-win situation… mejor para ambos. I could have my cake and eat it too.

Upon reflection, and after some prompting by friends, I sense that she was making sure that I kept everything in perspective. You just don't find many girls like that in the Zona.

At this point, it was around 10:30, and I made the short walk over to CC. Once again, I took up position near the rear of the long bar. I immediately noticed an attractive, shapely chica with long curly light brown hair, dressed in a pink sequined pants suit. She was talking with a friend, though, so I watched her out of the corner of my eye while I looked elsewhere. Suddenly, Patricia appeared, the lap dance princess from the other night. She was wearing a pink dress, and made overtures similar to before. Still not quite fully recharged, I told her, "Later, okay?" She winked at me and sauntered off. I never saw her again, although that is one avenue I'd love to have explored further.

Meanwhile, the chica in the pink sequined outfit had finished her conversation and was now standing alone. I made eye contact; she smiled at me. I walked over and stood next to her. She introduced herself as Melissa. I made it clear that I wasn't going upstairs until later on, but she nonetheless gave an impressive sales pitch.

The same two blondes from the other night were also in the vicinity. Hottie #1 was wearing a white top with very tight white shorts; #2 was wearing an outfit with a long flowing reddish skirt. #2 is a very heavy smoker, which is a deduction in my book.

There was just too much eye candy in the environs, and I wasn't yet in a position to do anything about it. I continued the CC/AB shuffle, and went back across the street.

By now, AB was packed and stuffy. I fought my way through the crowd near the entrance, and who should I run into but Elisa. Despite the glut of potential customers, she had found no takers since I had said goodbye to her earlier. She pulled me over to the area right underneath the DJ booth; there was no place to sit down. I bought her one drink. While we were standing there chatting, some guy in a heavy state of intoxication tripped over the nearby step up, fell flat on his face and nearly knocked himself senseless. He had to be helped up by several bystanders.

But Elisa needed to get back to work, and I didn't want to keep her from that. I gave her a quick peck on the forehead; I hoped I'd see her again later in the night.

And so it was back over to Chicago Club, where I decided that it was, in fact, time to sow some oats.

I immediately spotted Melissa in her usual spot; a guy was talking to her, however, so I bided my time. I wanted to see if he scored, struck out, or passed on his own free will.

I made a circuit of the club. Not far from the entrance, I noticed a young, dark-haired temptress in a light blue pants outfit. Her facial features were exotic, gypsy-like, almost Middle Eastern in appearance. She looked at me, and our eyes locked. I asked her name, and she replied, "Wendy." She didn't waste any time. "Do you want to go to the room?" she asked.

Something deep inside me had reservations, but the little head, primed for action, won out. Wendy took her coat from the coat check area, and upstairs we went.

She looked very inviting as she walked up the long staircase; I followed behind, enjoying the rear view. I could hear Springsteen singing inside my head: "I wanna die with you Wendy, in an everlasting kiss…" But there would be no everlasting kiss from Wendy, not even a fleeting one.

In the room, she tied back her long, dark brown hair into a braid. Bad sign number one: she turned on the TV. Bad sign number two: she asked for the money up front, with a very formal attitude, addressing me as "sir".

I thought her quoted price was a little high, so I countered with a price ten dollars lower. She agreed, but didn't appear too happy about it.

Wendy got undressed. I have to say she had a gorgeous body with amazing, perfect round breasts. She had a tattoo above her butt crack (which looked like Chinese characters) and a smaller one near her ankle.

I lay back on the bed. Wendy applied a condom and began to work on me orally. Way too much attention to the tip, and too much teeth. About three minutes of that, and she flipped over on her back for missionary, She prevented me from getting full penetration by placing her thumb and index finger in the way to act as a partial barrier.

After a few minutes of half-hearted and unenthusiastic intercourse, during which I caught her glancing at the TV a couple of times, she switched into a position I've never tried before. She swung one leg over the other, still lying on her back, which allowed sort of a modified rear entry. This was the perfect position for her to flash one of those gorgeous breasts at me. She got more into it at this point, making seductive eye contact, and rolling her nipple between her fingers. That was the final impetus I needed, and I climaxed, shortly after she said, "Finish?" for the second time.

Wendy allowed me to suck on her breasts for a few seconds afterward, then pulled away. She got dressed, held her cheek up to my face for a quick kiss, and departed the premises. I still had the room for several more minutes; I used the time to empty my bladder and move my remaining cash around into the appropriate pockets.

I'd have to call it the second worst session I've ever had in TJ. It wasn't a total waste of time and money, but it continued a trend that had started on my first-ever Zona visit. Each time I've gone to TJ, on one occasion, I've listened to my little head instead of my big head and taken a young ice-queen type upstairs. The result in each case was an unsatisfying session that furthermore, interfered with my agenda for the rest of the day/night.

I need to have some type of personal connection for the session to click, like I have with Elisa. Or at least the illusion thereof. Maribel provided that. On my prior visit, so did the famous Tanya; she was regrettably vacationing in Mexico City during this latest swing of mine through the Zona.

I should have waited and taken Melissa upstairs instead. Or better yet, I should have held out longer. Shoulda, woulda, coulda. The rest of the night was chock-full of missed opportunities.

I returned to the sweltering madhouse over at AB. I was passing through the back, under the TV, when I felt an affectionate pinch. I looked to see who it was; my jaw must have dropped in disbelief. It was Candi. I was surprised to see her there that late, and I was even more surprised that she approached me like that. I immediately began to curse myself silently for doing that session with Wendy. But I introduced myself and said hello, laying the groundwork for another time.

Clearly, I wasn't going upstairs with Candi at that juncture, but I was happy once and for all, to officially make her acquaintance. And I knew what the first item would be on tomorrow's agenda. I made a mental note to arrive at AB in the early afternoon.

I did my impersonation of a bowling ball and forced my way through the crowds. There was a floor show taking place on the center stage. I detected a gap in the crowd near the corner of the stage close to the entrance, and I seized it. I found myself in an ideal location for watching the show: standing stageside, between two booths.

The first dancer was Fernanda, immediately followed by her sister Ariel. To this reporter, Ariel is much the better-looking of the two. Next to perform was Eileen, a spirited vixen with long curly brown hair. After an energetic set, I saw Eileen sitting in one of the booths adjacent to the stage with two or three guys. She had her legs up on the table, was downing the beers and looked to be having a great time.

Next up was the blonde bombshell, Africa. I was close to the stage, so I decided, what the hell. I pulled out a couple of bills and when Africa came close by, I slid them into her bikini string. I saw plenty of evidence of Africa's alleged coolness: she never looked at me and pulled away as soon as the money was firmly in place.

I watched one more set. The performer was a tall, large-framed chica with short, light brown hair who was a real crowd-pleaser and interacted with the peanut gallery more than any of those who preceded her. I never did get her name.

Finally, I started to make the rounds once more. Since coming over from CC, and for the remainder of the evening, I pursued an activity I call "island-hopping". Approach a chica (or let her approach me), say hello, and maybe set the stage for a future encounter. Then move on.

In the back near the large-screen TV, I once again ran into Teresa. I had to decline her advances once more. "Five times?" she exclaimed. She was keeping a running count of the number of times I told her no. Teresa is a likable chica, but suffers from too-many-better-options syndrome.

And then, once again, I came to regret doing that earlier session with Wendy. Near the end of the upper bar stood Evelyn, a girl I had seen and lusted after on my two prior visits. There's just something about her. Maybe it's her glasses, or her quiet nature, but I get the impression that a sex kitten lies underneath that calm exterior. As if to further lend support to that premise, she was wearing a top with "sexpot" printed across it in cursive-style lettering.

I did exactly what I had done with Candi; I approached her, introduced myself and said hello. Establishing a foundation. I posted on the board a while ago that I thought Evelyn seemed aloof. I stand corrected on that point. She's actually a very nice girl with a ready smile. And that body is something else.

I moved on; it was now almost 1:30. The night was drawing to a close for me; I took a seat on a stool near the upper bar.

The Zona Norte is an expansive sea strewn with countless islands. Some islands are lush, exotic, beautiful; a visit to them is not to be forgotten. Some have a beauty that is less obvious but just as rewarding. And some, sadly, lack the appeal of the others, and receive few if any visitors.

But if you are lucky, you find yourself a "home island". An island you know better than the others, and one on which you're willing to spend a great deal of time. You may enjoy exploring other islands, but in the end you always return home.

I saw Elisa near the dressing room, and decided to say goodnight to her, then split. She saw me coming and gave me a hug. "Mañana mi amor," she said. I squeezed her hand, then headed for the curtains.

I blew right past the cabbies outside. I've been boycotting the cabs in front of AB since my August visit, after being ripped off by the drivers one too many times. I walked over to CC, was quoted five bucks to the border, and as has always been the case with these particular guys, was not expected to pay an inflated fare upon disembarking.

I was pleasantly surprised; there was hardly any wait to clear customs. As I snaked my way through the metal labyrinth leading up to the checkpoint, a young gringo couple followed behind me, clearly in advanced stages of intoxication. The female half of the duo was pulling along a small wastebasket behind her. I wasn't sure if she had lifted it from somewhere else in the building, or had brought it along with her to TJ, in anticipation of being in such a state. But she was fortunate to have it on hand, because as I was about to step up to speak with the immigration officer, she bent over and hurled heartily into the receptacle. Nice.

But even a spectacle such as that couldn't diminish my hunger; I was famished as I left the customs building. That's what the all-night Jack-in-the-Box is for. I don't eat much in the way of nutritious food on these trips. My late-night snack: a Monster Taco and an order of spicy cheddar potato wedges. Surprisingly, I didn't live to regret consuming such earthy cuisine later in the night.

On the way over the pedestrian bridge, I stopped momentarily at a point directly over the road, and took in the view. The cars passing underneath me, heading for the Mexican customs check. The border gates clanging away, still in heavy use at this hour of the night. The blank billboard that used to contain an ad for Señor Frog's. The border wall stretching away into the distance. The newly constructed arch at the head of Revo. The countless lights scattered across the mountain in the background, with the large TV/radio tower on top of it. This is the view of TJ that I carry in my mind during the long interval between visits.

I was dead to the world within minutes of arriving back at my hotel. Tomorrow would be the last day of my visit, and I wanted to make it memorable.

“Around 7:45, I parted those labia-like curtains and once again penetrated the love canal of Adelita.” Ahh, such an image.

Dark side? You’ve been a verrrry bad boy.

Wendy…. Auuuggggghhhh. You gotta do yer homework at Club Hombre, my friend.

This is starting to sound like my old spoof, “I married a TJ Prostitute” from a couple months ago.

I have to give credit where credit is due. I believe it was Drewwho who first likened the AB curtains to a swollen pair of labia.

I like the Farsider comics. They are very funny. To compare an edifice and it's appointments with female anatomy is very good. I live in a city full of modern sculpture. Some of this sculpture is ...very suggestive. I will try to submit some scans of this sculpture.