I first set eyes on the quiet fishing villiage of San Felipe about eight years ago. I was with a couple of buddies then and we were always looking to venture further south of the border. I've been back many times since then, but this last trip was a little different. This last trip was in the company of a TJ "working girl." And man, what a vaction it turned out to be.

Let me start from the beginning: A couple of weeks ago, I drove down to TJ alone. My other TJ trip buddies either had to work, or were broke. I checked into the Las Cascadas Hotel and got a room up on the fourth floor. After I cleaned up, I headed for the bar downstairs in search of fun and a nice lady to be with. So here I was, walking into the Las Chavelas by myself. I bought a drink at the bar and scanned the interior of the establishment for newer talent. And sure enough, there was a lot of it in here tonight. The Las Chavelas was surprisingly crowded for a Wednesday evening. Lots of new faces.

A few chicas smiled at me, I smiled back, but only out of politeness. Getting laid with the expectancy of great sex in TJ as some mongers have described on the board, is a craps game. Sometimes you win big with absolute total GFE, sometimes you roll the dice and the chica who'm you had intended as performing like a wild sex-crazed bunny rabbit turns out to be robotic and boring. Even a clock watcher. I wasn't going to waste my money on any "ice queen" this evening. In my years of screwing hookers, this has never proven to be more true than with SG's and AB girls. That's why I've taken the past advice from fellow mongers and spent my money on either the LC or The Tropical. The odds are more in my favor here.

So here I am, sitting on a bar stool in a somewhat crowded LC, glancing around when suddenly a cute redhead with shoulder-length straight hair caught my attention. She smiled a little and I smiled back. But I could see she was talking with friends and an approach right now would have made it somewhat uncomfortable on my part. I just didn't want to intrude.

I continued to sit at the bar for a while, watching the dancing and thinking once again about what brought me down here to TJ. Whenever I sit alone in a TJ bar, I often drift into deep thought about my past, my failed love life, my responsilities, my endless search for true love. I know, I know, I'd be a fool to even believe for one second I'm going to find the girl of my dreams in a Tijuana whorehouse. God knows, there's been way too many postings from fellow-mongers about the dangers and reality of that kind of thing happening to a lot of guys. But who knows? I'm always open for the chance of that ever happening to me. But that's not saying I'm forever seeking it either.

I casually looked around again at the crowd and saw the cute redhead at the end of the bar still glancing over at me with a slight smile. I think she was waiting for me to look back at her, which I eventually did. But I was in no hurry. I wasn't exactly playing hard to get, I was just a little saddened that I found myself surrounded by what appeared to be the never ending happiness of people who always seem to be enjoying themselves. The music at the Las Chavelas was always as exceptionally loud as ever, with the DJ talking over it. More chicas walked onto the dance floor with the start of a new song. I saw the redhead being asked to dance by some guy, but before she accepted, she gave a quick glance over in my direction to see if I was looking. It was a look of slight concern, of disappointment that it wasn't me asking her to dance.

She danced a while with this guy, but as soon as a slow number began, she left the dance floor and I saw him pay her for the time time on the dance floor he had with her. When she was dancing, I turned around to her and got a better look. She wasn't exactly what you might call knock down drop dead gorgeous, but she was nevertheless, attractive. She was cute enough to at least to get my attention and maintain periodic eye contact.

She was about 5'6, medium build with average-size breasts, about a B cup. Not too big, not too small. She was wearing a tight satin burgundy blouse with flower designs and high heels. Her tight fashionable jeans hugged her somewhat wide hips in true feminine fashion. As I said, her hips were a little on the wide side, but as some of you mongers know, a little chubbines in a chica only adds to the feminine quality in my book. (And spare me the jokes about the Magali pics, please!) Her nice jewelry made her for a somewhat charming looking lady. As she was sitting back down on the bar stool, she was again amongst friends, drinking and laughing, and casually looking over in my direction.

Before I go any further here gentlemen, let's get one thing quite clear: I'm not the teenager I used to be, relying on my youth, build, vigor and long hair as a confident means to getting laid. I know I'm not the best looking guy in the world, but I'm certainly not the ugliest either. Now I'm in my mid-forties, losing my hair, going grey, a little heavier these days. So when I say I saw some chica looking over at me I think we all know it's clearly a financial interest on her part, especially when I'm describing a bar in Tijuana. I'm not trying to kid any of you vets, especially not myself. With age comes wiseness. Nowadays I know what's up and I know what to expect.

So anyway, back to the story. When she again began casually looking over in my direction, I again smiled back at her which made her blush somewhat and go back to talking rapidly with her friends. This time I was interested. I wanted to approach her, but couldn't pluck up the courage because I didn't want to feel uncomfortable interrupting her while she was enjoying the company of friends.

I made my way to the restroom and in doing so, noticed she quickly stopped talking to her friends as I passed by. Her eyes were frozen on mine for a second. I smiled at her again and said "Hi." She also responded with a gentle "Hi." As I made my way back from the restroom, my bar stool was taken. The chica who was sitting on it was about to get up, but I motioned with my hand to say it was okay. I let her sit there and found another empty bar stool two seats away from the cute redhead. I ordered another drink and she and I both made eye contact yet again.

I leaned over and asked her if the seat beside her was taken. She said no, patted the empty seat beside her and asked me to join her. I accepted and sat next to her. This time I got a real good look at this cutie. Her eyes were sparkling and hazel. They matched her hair which in turn matched her glossy dark red lipstick. We introduced ourselves and shook hands. I noticed her hands were small and soft, with long red fingernails. I told her my name, (my real name that is, not Master Bates) and she told me her name was "Estrella" which I later found out to be fake. As I'm sure you can appreciate and out of respect to her privacy, I shall not reveal her true name here, but shall refer to her as "Elly." She was given the name "Estrella" by the club management because there were too many other girls employed at the Las Chavelas with the same name.

I bought her a drink and got to know her a little better. She spoke absolutely no English whatsoever. Although I'm able to communicate in Spanish, it's not perfect, and certainly not up to the standard of what it should be. I discovered she's 29 years old and divorced with two kids. She told me it was her second night in TJ. She explained in detail how she came to end up in this decrepit little overcrowded border town.

Apparently, she answered a newspaper add from her home state in Sonora. Many girls come from all over Mexico to border towns like Tijuana with the promise of work. The newspaper adds boast of good pay with great tips. They advertise hostess dancing, waitressing, etc. where the employees are constantly kept busy which results in great pay. I've heard of these newspaper adds before. I've often heard Santiago, the one time waiter there who often told us of how the new chicas are recruited to Tijuana.

The newspaper add also promised to pay the bus fare from anywhere within Mexico and also promised the girls free room and board for a week. But they must show results. Meaning, ficha drinks, etc. It was Elly's second night in TJ. When she first arrived the day before, she was busy getting set up by her new employers at the LC, i.e: orientation, hotel room, etc. So when I saw her, it was quite literally her first night on the job. And I believe her. It was obvious she was new. I could tell this because she didn't know what I was talking about when I mentioned Adelitas, or The Tropical.

I could also tell she was new at this barroom scene because when I whispered into her ear how I'd like to get to know her better, she smiled at this and said yes. She didn't know I meant in a sexual manner. It didn't dawn on her at first I meant take her upstairs and have sex with her. When I explained in more detail that I was interested in her only for sex, she looked a little uncomfortable, but eventually agreed she would go upstairs with me. She asked me how much I was willing to pay her. I quoted her two hundred pesos. ($20) To my surprise, she accepted. Now I know she's got to be new. No chica in a TJ bar would accept that little to get laid. I'm not saying this girl was naive, just a little new at the game.

I don't know why, but I then told her I'd pay her 300 pesos, to which she accepted. She made it clear it would be with a condom, to which I replied, of course. I quickly finished my drink and motioned for her to leave, but she was somewhat hesitant. I thought she was just trying to scam me for more ficha drinks at first, but then I quickly realized she was not entirely enthusiastic about the whole idea of having sex with a stranger for money.

She grasped my wrist and asked me to wait a little longer. She sat next to me looking around for a few minutes more at the crowd. She gave a deep quick sigh and then eventually said, "Okay, let's go." When we got upstairs to the room, we hugged and kissed for a moment. The room was dark except for the bright reflection of the light in the television. She smiled sheepishly at me, so I hugged and kissed her. She began shaking a little, obviously from nerves. I thought at first for a second she was in need of a drug fix, then I realized she was really scared. Now I know why she was dragging her feet about wanting to come up with me. I asked her if she was new at this, she told me she was. We hugged some more and kissed again. This time her kisses were a little more passionate. I could feel the sensivity of her soft warm mouth. I could feel her toungue touching mine. I held her tighter and we whispered into each others ears. I licked her ears and she whimpered with her eyes closed. As she began unbuttoning her blouse, I began to undress by first removing my shirt. She kept trembling and wanted to hug some more. When I asked her why she was shaking so much she said she was new at this type of work. I could tell and it was clearly obvious. She told me she was working in TJ because she needed the money. She told me about her children whom she adored and what they meant to her.

While discussing her poverty-stricken lifestyle, her eyes were filled with tears. Then suddenly without any warning signals, she just burst into tears, threw her arms around me and cried on my shoulder. I got a napkin from the table and told her to wipe her tears. I asked her not to cry and held her some more. In doing so, I hugged her even more tightly. She apologized and said she was nervous about doing this with a stranger. She kept crying and quivering like a traumatized child. I took her hands and told her to button up her blouse and her pants. I said, " It's okay, we don't have to do this." To which she replied, "No, I want to." I told her I wasn't about to contribute to any existing emotional problem that she may have and she began weeping even more.

I insisted that she put her clothes back together and made it clear I wasn't going to have sex with her. I asked her just exactly how long she's been hooking and she told me she had never done it for money before, but now times were desperate and she needed the work. I reached into my pants pocket, took out my wallet and gave her 400 pesos. She said she couldn't accept it, but I insisted. I put the money in her hand and made her close it tightly. She thanked me and asked me not to say a word to anyone downstairs about this because she would only end up getting fired from the Las Chavelas. I told her, her secret was safe with me.

We both sat on the edge of the bed for about an hour, just talking and telling each other about ourselves. We didn't want to hurry this up, because we didn't want to arouse any suspicion as to why we came back downstairs early. ( Okay, premature ejaculation would be a good excuse, but in this case, I don't think so) When we went downstairs, we hugged again, presumably for the last time. I told her I was going to look for some friends at a well known bar up the street called La Tropa. She didn't know where that was, but told me to be careful. She told me she was going to go back inside to join her friends, but again asked me not to say anything to anyone in the Las Chavelas of her failed attempts at sex with me. I reminded her I was a grown man in my forties, who doesn't like to kiss and tell.

As I watched Elly go back inside the Las Chavelas, I walked down to La Tropa and to see if there would be any other mongers I might recognize. The place was surprisingly slow and quiet compared to the other bars in the Zona. I sat at the bar in La Tropa for about half an hour and ordered a Tecate. I pondered on my thoughts for quite a while, not even paying the slightest bit of attention to the cute little chica on the dance floor. I had other things on my mind, like the incident with a cute Mexican redhead for instance, whom I never got to bang. Was it really her first time working as a hooker? Or was it because she didn't want to do it with me? Who knows? I hate to sound skepitcal and suspicious, but hey, I've been the victim of my own innocence before, when I was younger of course.

La Tropa just wasn't doing it for me this evening. Neither were the girls. My heart just wasn't in it. I finished my beer and headed back to the Las Chavelas. I wanted to talk to that cute shy redhead one more time. I wanted to know what was going on in her cute little head. When I walked back inside, there she was, just sitting on a bar stool. Only this time the smile had gone and she was surrounded by more chicas. They all seemed to be enjoying themselves, including Elly. But something told me she was putting up a front. I walked up to her, took her hand and asked to speak with her. I pulled her aside away from the other girls and asked her to join me in a bite to eat somewhere. Her face lit up with a bright smile and she gladly accepted my invitation to dine with her.

It was about 10:30 at night and most good restaurants outside the Zona were closed. So we settled for the finer dining establishment of the Zona, that quaint little place right next door to Adelitas Bar. As we walked in, all eyes were upon us. The chicas in there knew the girl I was with was definitely not an Adelitas employee. We sat down and both ordered something light. I wasn't really that hungry, I just wanted to get her away from her friends and talk to her some more. I was just basically making an attempt to get to know her better.

I found out a lot about this "Elly." I discovered she was an ex-cop from Obregon, Sonora. (Well, well, well. Wonders will never cease in my little world.) She was only just recently placed on "administrative leave," indefinitely and without pay due to emotional stress. In Mexico they have an almost similar system set up for emotional/stress disorder which can easily get you put off the job. The only difference being there's no such thing as workers comp. She had worked there for seven years, and in the last couple of years was being trained in the finer arts of narcotics investigation and homicide investigation. I was a little skeptical about her story at first, but later on that evening in my hotel room, she showed me the doctors letter to her police agency along with photographs of her in police uniform holding an M-16. She even showed me a letter from the Mexican Attorney Generals office alowing her to carry a concealed Smith and Wesson .40 caliber firearm. ( Known as a CCW permit in the US)

But at the restaurant she talked a lot about homicide investigative techniques and how she enjoyed studying the different procedures in criminal investigation. She explained in detail how and where homicide investigators receive their training. Most narcotics, homicide and traffic accident investigation are taught by investigators from Mexico City, who are brought to various states like Sonora, which in turn are taught by San Diego police detectives who are sent to Mexico as a good faith gesture to encourage law enforcement investigators in Mexico to approach their craft with the highest professionalism in meeting the challenging obstacles of homicide. In Mexico, a female is not allowed to take the lead in any homicide investigation, because for the simple reason she's a female. In the macho male-dominated world of Mexico, female cops who are being trained in homicide techniques are simply referred to as "homicide investigators assistant."

Upon discovering Elly wasn't as uneducated or as dumb as some of the chicas I usually have the displeasure of dealing with, naturally my million-dollar question to her was, why did she end up at a whorehouse in Tijuana? I don't know whether or not I phrased the question right, or whether she was having emotional thoughts as to what brought her here, but as soon as I asked her, I could see her eyes filling with tears. She told me it was all she could find which as the newspaper add said, the promise of quick fast money.

We must have talked for what seemed like hours. I was asking so much about her and she was asking so many questions about me. We obviously caught the attention of the other customers because we were laughing and giggling like a couple of teenagers out on our first date. I told Elly of my many years of mongering in TJ and reminded her that someone with her expertise in the field of police homicide investigation had absolutely no business in an area like the Zona.

She agreed and said as soon as she got here, she was seriously contemplating returning immediately back to Sonora. She added it's not quite what she expected. I told her I would even buy her the bus ticket back to her home state if she promised to get back on the bus the next morning. She accepted my offer, but advised me of a small problem. She was willing to quit right there, that night, but had nowhere else to stay. I told her she could stay in my room until the next morning where I would gladly drive her to the bus depot and put her back on the bus. The plan to discreetly remove her belongings from her hotel room was being executed upon our departure from the restaurant.

We got all her belongings out of her room and moved them down to my hotel room. I told her not to leave from here as there may be the risk of her being spotted. I left for a few minutes and came back with some sodas, hot coffee and chocolate rolls. We sat on the bed, talked, ate and discussed many things about each other once again. We hugged and even kissed passionately. I told her I knew I would never see her again after tomorrow, but said it was a good feeling to know I rescued a girl who was about to fall into the seedy lifestyle of supporting herself through a life of prostitution. I promised her she could sleep on the same bed as me without me even laying one finger on her. I told her if she couldn't trust me when I first brought her to my room, then she'd never be able to trust me at all.

Then a thought came to mind. As we were both laying there holding each other watching TV, I decided to ask her if she would like to come to San Felipe with me. She told me she'd accept and with a cute smile said she would agree to it on the condition that we do not sleep seperately. How could I refuse? This was a dream come true. I wrapped my blanket around her fully clothed body. the only piece of clothing she removed were her shoes. The next morning we awoke early. I had my arms around her.

We cleaned up and headed out the back entrance to the alley where she waited for me downstairs while I returned the room key. I bought her breakfast at Sanbourns on Ave. Revolucion, where we talked some more. From there I drove her to the bus depot. She promised to return on monday morning at 5:00 am. I told her I would be waiting for her at the bus depot. I bought Elly a return ticket to Obregon, Sonora and hugged her tightly before she got on the bus. She cried and told me she's going to miss me. I reminded her we were only going to be apart from each other for four days. That remark made her hug me even more. I watched her get on the bus, then drove away back to the border.

I arrived in Tijuana on Sunday evening, checked in at the Las Cascadas in an effort to get an early start for Monday. I got a good night's sleep and was awake by 4:00 am. I showered, shaved and was at the bus depot by 5:00 am. I had already explained to some other mongers about this little upcoming venture I had planned with this chica. Most were supportive of me in that she would show up. Some were skeptical in telling me she'll never show. But I knew she would. I had faith in her. And sure enough, at 5:30 that morning, she got off the bus from Sonora. We ran toward each other and hugged so tightly. She looked exquisite in her beige dress and leather coat. We talked for a while, then headed off on the long drive to San Felipe.

I spent a week in that little town with this chica. We did everything together. She never left my side. We rode horses on the beach, went for midnight walks on the beach, went swimming at night, rode the ATV's, even went out on one of the fishing boats. Most nights we'd sit under a camp fire on the beach under a straw shade drinking ice tea and gazing into each others eyes. Money was no object. It was money well spent. And she never asked me for a dime. Oh, and yes, we even eventually slept together. In fact we held each other so tightly every night, we never let go. Sex with her was just awesome, too precious to put into words. She turned out to be a very sensual girl, all passion and full of warmth. These were nights I'll never forget. The one thing she looked forward to, was heading quickly back to the hotel room every night where she would hold me in her arms and write beautiful love letters to me in Spanish. And speaking of Spanish, she loved teaching me new words. I brought my Spanish/English dictionary where I was using it every night. She loved to tickle me as well as talk to me. We would often wrestle on the bed, trying to get each other in restraint holds. One thing Elly did, was order morning coffee, to where she'd serve me coffee in bed, but not before she put just the right amount of cream and sugar in it. It was so incredibly hot there we were changing clothes twice a day. I thought I brought enough clothing for a week's vacation, but was quickly building a bag full of dirty laundry. And yes, without even asking, Elly even did my dirty laundry. What a girl! this was a vacation I'll never forget.

Thursday night we ate a nice seafood dinner at a restaurant facing the ocean while looking out over the orange horizon. It was the night before we were supposed to leave San Felipe. The day of departure was getting close and we both knew it. I could see the sadness in her eyes. We held hands over dinner and stared passionately at one another. We talked about everything we did with each other during the week. She even reminded me of the the other day when we both went to church, where she prayed and promised me she would never set foot inside the Las Chavelas ever again, or any other whorehouse for that matter (Yes, that's right, it's not a misprint guys- I took this ex-Las Chavelas chica into a church. Oh, God. I can feel the responses about this from fellow mongers right now as I'm typing this!) But hey, it's one place she wanted to go with me. We also did a lot of slow dancing together in one of the local bars. And we just held on to each other so tight.

If there was one thing she really enjoyed, it was showering together. Only this time, this day of departure, we must have spent an hour in the shower together, holding each other while the tepid water rained down on our soaked bodies. Friday morning we checked out of the hotel where we set off on the long journey back to Mexicali. It was easier for her to get the bus back to Sonora from there, and anyway, she never wanted to see Tijuana again. We were silent most of the way back, just listening to soft romantic Spanish music on the radio along the way. I would casually glance at her while driving. Her eyes were once again teary and she held my arm so tightly.

When we got to Mexicali, we ate breakfast and promised to keep in touch. When we got to the bus depot in Mexicali, I purchased a bus ticket for Elly, then we were told that the next bus leaving for Obregon, Sonora would be in twenty minutes. We kissed and hugged each other ever so passionately. This time the grip around each other was stronger. People were looking, but I didn't care. I only cared about her. I only cared about a girl who was a potential TJ working girl, whom I successfully rescued, who I know I might never see again. That's all I cared about. She began crying so uncontrollably that more people began to stare. I told her not to cry for me, to be strong because we'll see each other another day. She threw her arms around my neck and squeezed so tightly to where the pain still lingers today. She wept in my arms like a baby. And I don't mind admitting,my fellow mongers, I wept with her. I watched her get on the bus, but not before my sweetheart turned to me for the last time and smiled and waved. I could see her glossy eyes from fifty feet away. I quickly got out of that bus depot and headed right for the Mexicali/Calexico border. I wanted to get out of Mexico quickly. I knew my heart was broken.

The long drive back to LA was silent. I did a lot of thinking. Rock music did not interest me. I kept thinking of my honey. I kept thinking that an age difference with me being sixteen years her senior, along with a cultural difference, not to mention a language barrier at times, made no difference whatsoever. All I know is, we had each other for the short time we knew each other. All I know is, I never did so much laughing as much as I had done with her. I was sad. I was sick to my stomach knowing that I had allowed myself to fall for someone that I knew I had no business of trying to make a girlfriend out of. Hell, if some of you have been following the never-ending saga with me and my TJ trip buddy "David" (which can be found under the SG-Marianna link) then you'll know I've done the absolute opposite of what I've been forever preaching against.

All I know is, I lost her. I let her go. She too has commitments. She has two adorable children she had to get back to. I can understand that. I also have children and those fucking rotten ex-wives of mine to get back to, who are forever bugging the hell out of me about late child support and alimony payments. Where did I go wrong, I ask myself? Why can't I find a girl like that in the US? Why do I have to venture into TJ to not only get great GFE, but proper female companionship as well as someone that's worth spending time with?

So go ahead...criticize me all you want. I can feel the responses already. As I sit here alone in my apartment, I'm typing this with my eyes filled with tears. I'm not only deeply saddened, I'm sick to my stomach that I had to return to reality. That was a vaction well spent. And we promised to keep in touch with each other. In fact, we've called each other everyday. She keeps telling me it's a vacation she'll never forget. She even thanked me repeatedly for that first night, where I couldn't and wouldn't have sex with her, because I believed she had some serious emotional issues. She even thanked me for "rescuing" her.

As I sit here and ponder my thoughts a while longer, I'll never be critical again of the monger who falls for a hooker. It can happen to anyone. And it happened to me. I sit and think of her all day, every day. She will return to me one day. I'm sure of it. We'll meet up again, whether it be in Sonora or Mexicali, but not Tijuana. That town is not for her, neither is the Zona Norte, because she's a lady. A lady who almost was led astray because of financial hardships. Yes, I was her "knight in shining armor." But I didn't plan it that way. All I wanted to do at first was just get laid. But instead, I fell in love. So I'm sure you can all understand when I say I choose not to submit photographs along with this trip report, out of respect to her privacy, I'll cherish these photo's forever. It's emotional investment that I make no apologies for.

Life is so unfair at times.

Regards,

Master Bates. .

Wow.

You know, I had to read it twice. Masterbates, I know people have given you shit before, I personally never have but that was a great great thing you wrote. It literally made me almost want to cry, I sat at my desk engrossed in it, almost like it was tv.

I do have some personal problems with what you wrote, but none have to do with your time with your lady friend. I'll go off board with you if you want on them.

Great post, and great memories.

SunDevil

"A Possible Successful Rescue Attempt."

A wonderful report and I'm very glade you shared it, your story resonates with many of my own personal experiences.

But MB, please listen carefully. You cannot rescue anyone. You do not have that ability. No one has that kind of power to rescue another.

What you can do is provide the opportunity for someone to change the course of their own life. But in the final analysis, they are in the driver seat of their own lives. For better or worse, they and only they are in charge of their lives. To think otherwise is to give yourself way too much heartache and the others way too little responsibility for their own actions.

Something to keep in mind if by some ill fortune someday you find that this girl has returned to the zona. Which may happen, after all, other than a wonderful week with you, what has materially changed about her life situation? She is still faced with 2 children and few prospects.

Or are you going to attempt to establish an on-going relationship? If so do it for the right reasons. Those reasons being that it feels right for you, and that you care for her because of who she is, not that she some kind of reclamation project.

I've now spent a couple of weeks in Colombia. The story of Elly is repeated endlessly down there, girls on the streets, in the discos and in the casas. Girls with responsibilities and bleak prospects, all with hopes and dreams that they know in their hearts are doomed but still harbor. Many looking for a way out, the winning lottery ticket, you the gringo with the smile and easy going manner that treats them with a little respect and gentleness.

I really don't have any advice, far less answers, just a lot of empathy.

MB
wonderful piece of writing, i also was mesmorized while reading. This does prove many things, chicas do have feelings (sometimes), not all mongers are just assholes or ATM's.
Glad that you had a great vacation, your memories will last a lifetime, and that is happiness money could not buy, never forget them
Best wishes to you and her
Slick

MB, wonderful post. BillfromColombia: excellent!

Just be sure what you are doing.

The experience I think is great. But to get sad about it isn't so great. I have a lot of warning-flags go off when I read your post about you getting hurt. But that all depends on your outlook about your relationship. You can be happy for the time you spent together or sad for the time you don't. I hope you choose the former. And you should also be optimisitic for future romance, it sounds like you are a bit skeptical about that.

Mr. Bates:

Take a trip down to Sonora and meet the family. It'll be fun.

Your story is so amazing I first wondered if it was a fiction. But, details are realistic enough I belive it is true.

I had two initial impressions on the story. One is, she was lucky you were at the right time at the right place. The other is, you were lucky you were at the right time at the right place. Maybe the God exists.

Then, there are afterthougths. This is a relationship in which one party owes so much to the other, emotionally and financially. At this point, she might be overwhelmed by the "gratitude" toward you. Conversely, you might be overwhlemed by the sense of "accomplishment" (Bill's warning on "reclamation project" is on target). Are these types of emotion transformed to long-lasting romantic feelings? Maybe they are. I just don't know it.

Time will answer this question. I will be looking forward to hearing more about this.

Thank you.

Good show!

That's a great story, Mr. Bates. That's incredible that she showed up at 5:30 AM to meet you. I can't get my chica to meet me before 10 PM. But there's the difference: my chica is a puta, yours is not.

I don't think your berating yourself over being hypocritical about falling for putas applies here at all. Your gal is not a puta - she's not a whore. She almost was, but is not. She's not a fresh-off-the-bus 18 y/o - she's a (at least, former) professional and an adult approaching middle-age. So I don't think there's any "falling for a hooker" going on here at all.

I'm curious - are you going to pursue her? Why or why not? Of course there would be challenges, including those listed above, and many more. But life is too short. It sounds like you were happier with her than you would be fucking random chicas in TJ. Why not give it a shot?

Good luck whatever the case, and thanks for sharing.

Excellent story - well told and heartfelt.

As much as I hate to say it, BillFromColombia is right. In fact, he gave me that speech not long ago too.

You can't SAVE anyone. You can offer them a chance to save themselves.

Having said that, I've spent 8 months in a relationship with a much younger girl (I'm 41, she's 20) who is a non-working girl. Don't let the age difference bother you. If she's ok with it then it doesn't matter. I know.

Glad I read this. I don't pay much attention to the TJ board anymore and have pretty much lost any feel for the personalities that post there. I almost skipped this post but noticed some pretty positive comments in the thread so I gave it a chance. MB, your post speaks for all the "nice guys" who attempt to beat the odds by finding something with a prostitute that goes beyond just getting laid. These women are human and so are we. Thanks again for a moving story.

Your post made me feel happy, lonley, exited, and depressed. You went through a real rollercoaster ride my friend. You got bitten by the latin mosquito of love, and it just won't stop itching.

I am proud to find out I have a fellow hobbiest like yourself outhere. Someone who cares, and uses his big head sometimes instead of his little head.

I also feel that the measures you took to "rescue" this girl reflect you are going threw tough times.

I suggest a couple of things.

1.- Be grateful. You where lucky, she was lucky. You had a wonderful time regardless of the outcome. Not all of us are that lucky. Like you said, time and money well spent.


2.- You need therapy. I feel you got a bad case of the blues, and this might happen to you again with some other girl and you might not be so lucky next time. Believe me, therapy and medication works. All this happened because you are in a constant pursue for happiness.

3.- Keep a relationship with her, but remember,close enough to be warm, but not to close to get burned. Think of yourself first. You are very vulnerable at this time, I feel that you need her more now than she needs you. Use her as part of your therapy to get threw your hard times. Love is the best medicine.

Best of luck my fellow master.

The masterater

EXCELLENT story, MB.

As you know, I am the most skeptical person out here but I think that you might have something to hold onto here. Just go through all of the verification processes; i.e. time going by and meeting her family etc.

MB,

Very nice report and it sounds like it was a wonderful, and yes sad at times, trip. I think you both were very lucky to meet each other.

I ran into a young girl at Tropical a couple of weeks ago. She was from Sinoloa and had jumped on the ad in the paper and had taken the bus to TJ.

She had been in TJ for three days and was very unhappy. She was a young little blond setting at the bar, more or less crying in her $7 beer.

I took her to the room and gave her $60 including a $10 tip. I only did it to help her make some bus money as she was going back home in four more days.

I felt very benevolent.

benthesensitive

'Bates, nice report. Definitely different than most Zona encounters.

You and she are both really lucky.
-I say you're lucky because I think back to what somebody posted back in February(I think), where he said that he had taken a newbie upstairs and after the session she was so disgusted with herself she yelled at the him to leave the room. As he was leaving he could hear her vomiting.(I don't remember the exact post, maybe whoever it was could fill in the details) I think it's safe to say that none of us would want anything like that to happen.

I think this is the main reason that I don't pick the chicas, they pick me. Of course I make eye contact with them to get their attention, but I always want them to approach me. It lets me know that it is their choice to go to the room.

You are also lucky in the fact that you got a weeks vacation with the company of a lady that you really enjoyed to be around.

-I say she is lucky because you were her first person that she took upstairs. You sensed that something was wrong and thought with your big head. You knew that you had nothing to gain by fuck'n her then. It would have been a horrible session.

She was a somewhat educated person, so she knew exactly what she was getting into when she moved to Tijuana. She definitely sold herself out when she made the decision to move to TJ. It sounds like she didn't really think things through all the way though. You gave her a second chance to keep making a decision that would effect her for the rest of her life. After a girl turns that first trick it's over, she's a whore.


There were a lot of comments made that I really agree with.

Billfromreading "Or are you going to attempt to establish an on-going relationship? If so do it for the right reasons. Those reasons being that it feels right for you, and that you care for her because of who she is, not that she some kind of reclamation project."

MrBill "I don't think your berating yourself over being hypocritical about falling for putas applies here at all. Your gal is not a puta - she's not a whore. She almost was, but is not. She's not a fresh-off-the-bus 18 y/o - she's a (at least, former) professional and an adult approaching middle-age. So I don't think there's any "falling for a hooker" going on here at all."

Byron "Then, there are afterthoughts. This is a relationship in which one party owes so much to the other, emotionally and financially. At this point, she might be overwhelmed by the "gratitude" toward you. Conversely, you might be overwhelmed by the sense of "accomplishment" (Bill's warning on "reclamation project" is on target). Are these types of emotion transformed to long-lasting romantic feelings? Maybe they are. I just don't know it."

Masterater "Be grateful. You where lucky, she was lucky. You had a wonderful time regardless of the outcome. Not all of us are that lucky. Like you said, time and money well spent."


This is the only comment that I totally disagree with

Tight_Fit "MB, your post speaks for all the "nice guys" who attempt to beat the odds by finding something with a prostitute that goes beyond just getting laid. These women are human and so are we. Thanks again for a moving story. "
This is far from a typical puta/monger relationship. First of all this woman never turned a trick. She almost did, but she didn't. Shit, even Hughgrekshun and I can see that this isn't even close to typical Zona relationship and that there may be something special here.


'Bates you said in you report "I took this ex-Las Chavelas chica into a church." I think we all could use a little church.

I do have one hypothetical question for you 'Bates:
What would you do if in a month from now you saw her back in the Zona?

And one nonhypothetical question:
Do you ask all chicas you take up "the million dollar question", if yes why?


-snapper-thanks for the interesting report

Snapper, ( and all other mongers who took the time to respond) Thank most sincerely for those words of encouragement.

What would I do if I saw my chica back in the Zona? Well, for one thing I know for a fact she's not there because we call each other all the time, almost everyday. (she's back in Sonora) But to fully answer your question, if I did see her back there, I don't know, I certainly wouldn't abandon her. Would probably want to spend as much more time with her as I did before. She deeply cares for me, she told me so, and I know she's not just blowing smoke. But I wouldn't be too harsh on her if I were to see her back in the Zona, I'm certainly not going to tell you it wouldn't break my heart. On the contrary, it would crush me.

Do I ask all chicas that "million dollar question"? Well, yes I do. I'm curious about some of them. How did they get here? What makes them fuck for money, etc.

The other thing I want to point out is, while re-reading this report, I made it sound like I was acting like a high school kid and was immediately in love with this chica overnight, which is not the case. I do know from life's experience, love is something which is going to take time. I realize it's going to take a hell of a lot more than a week's vacation with this girl for me to be totally in love with her. What I have now are feelings for this chica that I haven't had for someone in a long time. I care very much for her and I am concerned about her safety and well being.

But thamk you again for all your uplifting responses, I've been reading them all with undivided attention and gratitude.

Regards,

Master Bates.

Man, what a great post. MB, thanks for sharing it. I can't really add anything to what's already been said, except to reinforce two statements: 1) you can't save anyone, it's up to them to save themselves, and 2) this is not your typical hooker-client situation, and any generalizations that go along with that may not apply here.

Whatever you do, keep us all posted!

Master Bates:
My advise would be to go through the verification processes (as someone else mentioned, meet parents etc.) rather swiftly and somewhat emotionally guarded - these chicas can be very slick, but also being mindful that no one really knows what life has in store.
I've had situations where I went with my better judgement and after 30 odd years, I'm still kicking myself in the ass. If I were you, I'd pursue it very carefully. Like another hombre mentioned "Life is too short", especially for an old fart like you.
Also be aware of what Masterator said, "At this time, you seem to need her more than she needs you", and that all in life is a tradeoff, emotionally or otherwise, and that a relationship is more secure when there's a trade balance. If one partner feels they're receiving the short end, they will roam (We're never fully conscientiously aware of what we're trading). A therapist could point a lot of this out for you.

MB,
This was awesome. Thank you for sharing. This woman is not a pro thus she does not fit into the on-going/never ending discussion of saving a puta, etc. She obviously sensed in you someone she could trust; and she judged correctly. Many could learn from your lesson: one can BOTH travel for fun and not get taken advantage of AND reach a little further and seize the adventure. I hope to hear of your trip to Sonora. Serious question:
Regardless of how this turns out, has it affected your desire to return to tj?

MB:

See if she wants you to meet all her family, mother, kids, cousins, grandpartents, etc. If a latin does this, they really like YOU.

CP

MB, You will get tired of her like you do every other bitch and you wont think she is so hot when you get tired of fucking her. If you gave a fuck you wouldnt be refusing to tell her that you wont go back to the zona. That must have been strange as hell to her when you said. "Sorry babe, I can't promise you I won't go to the zona, but i love ya babe". It's easy to be interested in a bitches life when you want to fuck them. If you didnt have such a boner for the bitch, you would'nt give a god damn shit about anything about her life. You could even be getting the scam of your life played on you by her and you wouldnt even know it. Everytime you have tried to trust a TJ bitch, MB they have fucked you over.

Once again, in responses to your kind and uplifting responses,

Farsider:
I'm planning a follow-up trip report in the next three of four weeks. I'm going to accept this chicas invitation and go meet her in Sonora where she waits for me every night. She called me last night and while we were discussing the events and things we did together while on vacation, I could hear the sniffles in her voice. She wept as she told me she missed me. It's not over between me and her. In other words, this wasn't just some one-time fling. I want to make a relationship out of this and I'm going to go where my instincts take me. So yes, I will keep you posted.

Amous:
Remember when I met you the week before last outside the Adelitas and I was talking about this Las Cavelas chica whom I had planned on taking to San Felipe on a vacation? Well, that's her. That's the chica in my report. So, she did show up after all. She has invited me to meet her mother and even called her mother when we were on vacation together telling her all about me.(Naturally, she couldn't tell her mother where we met!)

She also called her two kids when we were together and had them both speak to me. Now she wants me to come to Sonora to meet her kids. And she wants to meet mine. You're right about the "old fart" part. Although I'm not a senior citizen yet, I'm certainly no teenager and have learned from life's experiences and past relationships about jumping into something with both feet.

One of the Hombres mentioned something about being bitten by the Latin mosquito of love. Well, both my ex-wives are Latina, both are from Central America and both have been a financial and emotional strain. So I'm no real stranger to Hispanic culture and the ways of the Latin life. My children are all Hispanic and chasing Latinas is something I've been doing most of my life.

CuriousOne,
Interesting question- has this affected my desire to return to TJ? It's something I constantly think about. No, I don't want to return to TJ for at least a couple months or so, if at all. But that's not saying I'll never venture down there again. I was just recently asked that by a friend who called me and wanted to know if I wanted to accompany him on a trip to TJ Saturday night. I politely declined explaining that my heart just wasn't in it. And if I did go, as I told him, I would only be "going through the motions" when having sex. With me, there's always got to be that added little extra feeling in getting laid. I am going to try and be loyal to this chica, because without loyaly, you don't have trust. And without trust, there's no existence of a real relationship.

You also said she obviously sensed in me something she could trust. This is similar to what Snapper posted when he said, " I say she is lucky because you were the first person that she took upstairs. You knew that something was wrong and thought with your big head. You knew you had nothing to gain by fucking her then."

If there was one thing that was going through my mind at the time she began shaking with nerves before I attempted to have sex with her, it's the concern I had of having non-consensual sex. I was in fear for a moment of maybe perhaps committing a crime. Something which I know I couldn't go through with. Then she would have performed like an "ice queen," with no feelings or desire put into it.

And Hugh G. Reckshun,
As much as I appreciate your input bro., I'm not going to respond to negative cynical remarks like that.

Thank you all again for your neverending uplifting comments and support. This has undoubtedly proven to be the best source of therapy for me.

Happy mongering, kindest regards to all,

Master Bates.

p.s. If there's one thing I'd like to do in the near future, it's meet all of you at the next monger convention. I'm sure most of you have similar stories like the trip report I posted about falling in love with a TJ chica or having deep feelings for her.

Even better idea. When you come to the next monger convention bring your GF with you. She sounds very special. And don't worry. Not all of us call women bitches.

MB,

I just read your post and see that you had quite an experience with a woman from La Zona. For the most part, the fellow mongers are just looking for one thing, cheap sex. There are those, and who wouldnt dare admit it here, who actually get to try and know the girl instead of just turning them over and makng them hollar. I too, am curious to what brings these women to a place like this. As you may have read from my post, (I thank you for your reponse too) the girl that I have met, seemed a bit different then the other girls. I dont know what it was, put to put in a little time and actually talk to her about something other then how much for how long made her that more attractive. When you talk to these women, it takes you away from problems that you have. Sometimes nothing seems as bad as what theses women have gone through. I share thoughts with you saying, "Why arent there women like this earlier in our lives before all of this happened?" I too love latin women. I had my share of asian women too. (I am mexican and asian so its kind of easy for me) There is something about latin women that attracts me to them more. (but I digress, so back to my response) I feel for what you are going through. Its not that you love this women for as you say, "it takes a lot more then a couple of weeks to fall in love." I think you have a connection with this woman. What comes out of it is what you want to make out of it. I commend you on feeling this way and acting this way toward somebody who actually needed a shoulder to cry on and for somebody to listen to her. Good luck.....
Un_Muchacho

P.S. Any suggestions for me?

Do I ask all chicas that "million dollar question"? Well, yes I do. I'm curious about some of them. How did they get here? What makes them fuck for money, etc.(MasterBates)
-What makes them fuck for money is greed.

"...to put in a little time and actually talk to her about something other then how much for how long made her that more attractive."(Un_Muchacho)
-I think a lot of mongers like to talk to the chicas for a while to get to know them better, at least I do. There is a lot to talk about. What they do for fun. What kind of music they like. Where are they from? ...You get the point. There is a lot more that you can talk about besides the "million dollar question".

"When you talk to these women, it takes you away from problems that you have. Sometimes nothing seems as bad as what theses women have gone through."(Un_Muchacho)
-This is my point on the subject of asking "the million dollar question". Every time you ask you're going to get a sad story like, my tuff-guy novio abandoned me and our six kids, or I need to pay for my mothers chemotherapy. Anyway I just see these stories as real bummers that take away from the "going there to have fun" aspect of mongering, but by judging from a lot of you guys I guess I'm alone on that stance. If you really want to feel better about yourself, go home and watch Jerry Springer.

Next time you guys ask "The Million Dollar Question" you should tag on "The Two Million Dollar Question" witch is if they feel they have sold themselves out by making the choices that they have made in life. I bet you would get a slapped, or get the chica to cry most fo the time, but by asking them this then you'll really get to know what the chica thinks about how she got into prostitution and not some fictitious sad story.


-snapper-

MasterBates:

As long as you continue to remember, you haven't really lost her...Your memories and emotions will always be yours and cannot be touched...

Be patient and let this relationship happen...I'll bet you haven't seen the last of her...

YoungBrig

Snapper,

The two million dollar is actually the follow up question and I have asked it. Havent had the first reaction (being slapped) but have had the second. And actually, this is a lot better then Jerry Springer cause usually the girls arent related to each other like all of Jerry's guests.
For the most part, 95-98 percent of the girls there you just want to have the one night or couple time thing going on. But there is/are that 1 or 2 girls that you feel you can talk to and not just about how much for how long. I think fellow mongers think that I look at every girl in this sense. I dont..... It was just this one particular girl. The others are how much for how long and end of story.

A Quick Follow Up To My Trip Report.

I get phone calls almost everyday from this chica "Elly." She's always calling me to either tell me what a great time she had in San Felipe, or to let me know she's determined one way or the other to see me again. ( I guess I did leave a lasting impression) Only, today's phone call was with a slight difference, today my honey called me from Nogales. She's applying for a US visa. And here's something else-her mother lives in Nogales and she went to meet her there. She called me from her mom's house and asked me to speak to her mother on the phone.

That's right guys, as some mongers have posted and suggested, I should try and get to know the family. Well, that's already happening. She wants to introduce me to her mother. Her mother and I spoke briefly on the phone and her Mom invited me to Obregon, Sonora to meet the rest of the family.

And I'll say it before any hombre jumps in with a quick response and says it- no, I don't think she told her mother exactly how and where we met when she was telling her all about me!

Who knows where this will take me? Who knows what the future holds? I mean, I could just continue with my perverted little life and continue to chase hookers for all eternity. But I do know this, I miss her and I think of her all the time. I miss those nights where we'd embrace and hold each other so tightly while we slept with the TV on.

I miss her so much I know that a case of true love could easily develop between us. But there again, it might not. As I said, who knows? That's a risk I'm prepared to take. I'm tired of second -guessing my past decisions with chicas from south of the border because I was either too stupid or just too young and foolish to recognize a good thing when I saw it.

Master Bates.

I wish you the best, my friend, and hope you are the exception! I'm afraid that most of us who have gotten involved have been burned. Would that your are the exception!

Sandy

MB,

May you have all the luck and if it works all the power to you. BTW, does she have any sisters? j/k

Un_Muchacho

P.S.
Can you email me? got a question.

"I guess I did leave a lasting impression"

How long has it been now? A week and a half?

Un Muchacho,
You can either send me a private e-mail in my CH "in-box," or if you're not one of those hombres who has upgraded CH status, you can e-mail me with anything you want to ask:

mvh5150@aol.com

And Snapper...yes, it's been just over a week, but hey those feelings for each other are only getting stronger and stronger with absence. All the same, I appreciate your input bro.

Mster Bates.

You gotta make the most of every moment and be happy. It all can be gone like that! I hope this relationship continues to make you happy for a long time to come!

Hey, thanks man. That's exactly what I keep saying to a lot of my buddies- life's too short. I could be dead tomorrow. Nobody knows the future.

I've kissed off so many other good opportunities with chicas in the past for various trivial reasons. Okay, so I met her at the Las Chavelas. Okay, so I almost paid her to have sex with me. Okay, so I shouldn't forget where I met her (as a couple of my cynical friends keep pointing out) But what the hell, all I know is, she has feelings and I brought them out of her. I didn't just treat her like a piece of meat. She and I have feelings for each other and I had one hell of a great time with this girl.

We must have crammed a lifetime of talking to each other, plus many activities into one short week. And we both made the best of it. We both knew this short little getaway was not going to be forever-neither was our relationship. Or was it?

......Only time will tell.

Master Bates

MB,

"......Only time will tell."
EXACTLY! Why doom the relationship BEFORE it fails?

I think your friends worry that you might do something that will hurt you down the road. For example, part with money you don't have or make a decision you will regret. But, I think if you are careful not to sacrifice your judgement about things like that during this relationship, then the time you both enjoy together will truely be beneficial to both of you. It sounds like your feet are firmly planted on the ground and you are approaching this intelligently. In that case, your head being in the clouds is a GOOD thing. ;)

Master Bates,

It doesn't sound like you should let this woman go. Find a way.

Good luck....Nice report.

I've been reading this thread for a few days and everyone's pretty much said what there to be said. But I just wanted to contribute that good people do have good things happen to them, karma if you will. Best of luck, hope everything works out. It'll be nice to hear a good story with a happy ending instead of the usual she left me and tool all my money story you usually hear about.

Masterbates

I haven't posted in ages cuz I was locked up in a relationship for 8 months with a chica I "rescued" from a hostess club in Los Angeles. I feelings are similar to yours Masterbates. The only difference was my girl supposedly didn't fuck for money only dances.

Currently, we are on the outs and while things were beautiful while they lasted...keep in mind that these Latinas will do pretty much anything for money when desperate. That is the reality of it. Once you meet a chica in such a situation, you know she can always resort back to it, even though she never completed the deal. Once my chica and I had a fight and the next week she returned to her hostess dancing which she always told me she would never return to cuz it was so sleazy for her.

I met most of my chicas family and I think she loves me and my $ but what the fuck....I care about her but I know she'll return back to the club scene once we are finished which is probably this week.

It hurts like a mother fucker right now but I think the 8 months with her was worth the crap I feel right now.

Enjoy it and go for it but always keep your guard up and always know how it's going to end.

Pecs
(the hurtin fool)

Thanks for the heads up, Pecs. Know what you mean, man. I too care for this chica and as I've alredy pointed out about what a couple of my buddies have already told me, the fact that I met her in a TJ club where women will fuck for the right price, well it's something that will always be in the back of my mind.

That's not saying I'm not going to pursue her though. I've got my mind set on following through with this, mainly because I don't want to let a good thing like this go. And of course, the other thing you mentioned, the likely possibly of her returning back to that environment like your chica did if things didn't work out, well that too is something that's on my mind. I'm prepared to deal with it if there's a likely possibility it becomes a reality.

BTW, I too used to frequent those Latin dance hostess clubs in LA. In fact, I spent most of my week-ends there searching for a nice Latin girl to hook up with. Met some real nice chicas in those places. The majority of them work there because they are undocumented immigrants from El salvador and Mexico.

In the next few weeks or so, I'm going to visit this chica in Sonora, Mexico. When I meet up with her again, I will do a follow-up trip report.

Master Bates.

Hey Tuff Guy Pecs

Whats up long time hardly no see
Does this mean its time for another zona run ?
Keep us informed
You don't have to worry about me you know i am just after your money

take care
Milkman

'Bates, what ever happened with this?

MB,
SO, what happen now with Elly, due???
I think you are over this lovely girl aren't you??
That is too bad MB, Good luck!!!

Lets get real. I think this girl is rescuing you.

Pack your bags. You are moving to TJ.

Have fun.

I don't think Social Security checks are good at Mexican banks. CP

It took me a while to seek out my old trip report and to read over some late entries. Everything is fine between us. The reason why I'm responding now, is because I just got off the phone with her and she literally calls me almost every week. If she doesn't call me, I'll call her.

She wants to come see me in July (2003) But whatever happens, I'll be honest enough to post the truth. I say "honest enough" because our relationship has not been without it's problems. She has a lot of deep inner issues which she has a hard tme dealing with, and I have let her know I'm here to help her. This is just a real quick posting as an update, but I'll go into more detail very shortly.

Thanks again for all your encouragement and support.

Sincerely,

Master Bates.

Genius post. Thanks.

wow, i sat here reading throught this stuff not realizing the original post was over a year and a 1/2 ago. after a year and a 1/2 how is that going now? it its still a go, good luck. i often ponder the thought of taking a mexican bride but get disillusioned by the thought of spending my next 20 yrs getting the rest of her family into the usa. too often i realize, number one agenda in her life is not me. nothing wrong with that, i can deal with being no 2 or 3, but i can do that with most women already here.

Bullitt: After all this time, can you believe I still have a thing for her? In fact, we're meeting each other half way again in Mexicali next week.

Sure, we've had some major disagreements and some ongoing ups and downs but all in all, she's a chica I can't forget. I still care for her very much and am always thinking about her, especially when I'm out with other women.

I guess I still love her. We've been through some tough times and I know despite her short temper and irrational outbursts at times, she still loves me as much as I love her.

Before I typed this post, I called her and we both spoke of our love and devotion to each other. And if it doesn't work out again, oh well. there's always talent which awaits in Tijuana.

Master bates

beware of women with short tempers and irrational outbursts pros or not pros:\take it from me-having lived with a women who you describe sound like my ex wife:

run for your life

look for someone without a temper-remmber in the usa they always believe the women and the guy goes to jail and loses his shirt