I'm kinda' rambling, but it goes like this. Several times I have begun "relationships" among the SG's, only to have been fleeced. (It's instructive to note that one of the slang terms for money is "lana" which literally means "wool".)

As an mature man (OK, "old fart"), I seem to need the added dimensions of:

specific physical sensations (tight and wet)
the performance of specific physical acts (receiving head and {milky} tit sucking)

social interaction (everything from the perception of genuine freindship between us,
to feeling "accepted", to "every-day life experience" dates {movies, park, etc.} and such.

psychological (interaction far beyond "counting the flies on the ceiling",
in fact I prefer to feel "loved") interaction. Yeh, I'm a shallow person ...

Actually, I tell myself that I'd like to move in with a mexican woman (in Tijuana), have her quit her job, and enjoy life (weekends & ocasional weekdays for 4 years, followed by me retiring in Mexico),
help her raise her kids..... Of course this is kind of a fairy tale; The ones I look at are hookers 30-35 years younger than me, shrewd beyond their years, and accomplished liars.

Being a little simple (the blood leaves my brain, - you know), at times I part with more money than
I would like to, due to the persuasiveness of the chicas

Anyway, I would like to start a collection of hard-luck stories, money extraction scenarios, etc., that they use on us. Kind of a guide to dummies like myself so we can see it coming..

Story #4 (I haven't written 1-3 yet) The Story of "O" (yeh, I stole the title);

About 9 am on a Wdnesday in May, 2001, on Articulo 123 (Calle Primera) just east of Constitucion on the south side of the street, about 9 am on a Wednesday, I was looking for a SG I ad previously enjoyed.

"O", (a kind of scruffy-looking young {24} woman) approached me, and asked (in English) if I could help her out. She related that she had been living in Salt Lake, employed as a live-in baby-sitter for $700.00/month, and had been deported the day before. She claimed to have spent the night with somebody who slept in their car (she looked the part). I offered to get her a room for one night (I know of a very seedy hotel that charges $10), and buy her breakfast (without strings attached, although I had ideas...).

We were headed towards the hotel (early, because the cheap ones fill up fast) when she mentioned that she had absolutely no money, and although she didn't want to, she was probably going to .... (you know). So I stopped and said, "If you're going to do that, why not with me" and we went back to my hotel and I paid her $50 for an hour of everything I wanted (& well worth it).

Her big plan was to contact her employer for funds sufficient to smuggle her back to the states, and return to her job.

She seemed really distressed and wheedled me out of an additional $50.
(I did mention I'm easy, didn't I ?)

I gave her my phone number and we agreed to meet at the Hotel Nelson the following Sunday at 9:30 am. She didn't show. So I forgot about it.

About two and a half weeks later, I received a collect call from her. She claimed to have been caught in San Bernadino and deported again, and would I come down, etc.

Thinking about how good it was, I went to Tijuana and met her, and we got a room. I gave her $100. (no sex yet).

She claimed she had spent the night with some people that seemed to want her to prostitute herself to pay for her keep, and that she needed to return to their place and regain her personal possessions, and that she wanted me to wait in the room (she left some stuff behind {make-up and a small bag}). At the last moment she asked if she could wear my T-shirt, so I let her.

Being impatient by nature, I settled down for a nap, and woke up about 3 hours later - no sign of her. So I decided "screw-it, I'll leave!". OOPS. You just can NOT walk around in Mexico with no shirt on, and I didn't have a jacket. It came to me that this was an intentional tactic on her part.

After some thought, I fashioned a top out of bathroom towels, Left $5 with the hotel desk as a deposit, and walked 4 blocks to the T-shirt shop a bought a T-shirt. I returned to the hotel, returned the towels, reclaimed the $5 deposit, and asked the desk clerk to tell "O" that I had fallen sick. (I make it a practice never to piss off anybody in Mexico unless I REALLY have to.)

The moral of this story is; Never part with your clothing, nor leave it unattended.
Always keep a few bucks on hand.

The postscript of this story is that she called collect a week later - I wasn't home and my answering machine picked it up. I suspect that the chicas have a strong belief in the gullablility of Americans. (In my case they have been right.)

I still love the SG's (as frequently as I can afford to.

Senior Pauncho

Pauncho,

Is "Senior" an intentional pun/typo? Fun post, I lke that "Mongering for Dummies", it would make a good category for the "Mongers" board.

I would have liked to have seen your "towel shirt", maybe you could have used her makeup and drawn a t-shirt?

Pauncho..........thanks for the honest story of being a total sucker (I'm constantly on guard against falling to far into your end of the TJ community pool). I was having a bad morning with my Windows2000 Server until I read this post. You openly admit to being guilable, but are you wise enough to learn from your adventures? Of all the rungs on the TJ ladder to pick from, you grab on to the one below a SG (that being the unemployed fugitive from America)? Come on Pauncho! You can do much better than this. If you want to pimp yourself out as a sugar-daddy, go up to Ave. Rev. and hang around Isis or Unicornio. There are plenty of fine, upstanding hard-luck Latinas just waiting for a guy like you!.....Thanks again for the story and good luck!!!

Pauncho:

It sounds like your amiga is a druggie, that is precisely the kind of behavior you see from them.

It's worse than you think, your may have noted that i refer to this tale as story #4. I haven't penned #'s 1, 2, & 3 yet.
Senior (although descriptive) is a typo. I meant senor. Pauncho (the "u") is not a typo, but a take-off on the english word paunch (also descriptive). For those of you in like circumstance, "Perdoneme para aplastarte" means "excuse me for crushing you".

Pauncho,

Some are nice gals, but really, if you want a normal girlfriend. Stick with a good old fashioned American gal. Goto Yahoo personals and post an AD. You'll get a whole bunch of responses and just start fucking. She speaks english so you know when she's messing with you.

Mexican chicks are just through away women. I hate to say it, but they don't like them, but they respect macho men. And American men are full blooded pussies. So just fuck them don't give them anything. If they genuinly like you they stick around. If they don't. There's a million others.
Westfargo...

The Story of "O" Continues...........

I keep getting (aborted) collect calls on my answering machine from "O". On about June 24th, I had just parted from my favorita (the one I go to the park with, and dinner, and such) and was headed south on Revolucion, when I saw "O" coming from the other direction.

She yelled "Hey !! I just kept walking (fast), she followed me asking loudly (and angrily) "What did I do wrong ?" (I hoped that my favorita was walking the other way and out of earshot). I kept going ("O" had reversed course and was following me) and she shouted "Don't you want to fuck me ?" and I kept walking faster, crossed the street ducked into a candy store that has a rear exit, and beat feet to the men's restroom nearby.

It worked.

Moral; Although this was an accident;

IT ALWAYS PAYS TO HAVE AN ESCAPE ROUTE.

(Also, I tipped the restroom attendants (brother & sister) U$ 5.00 at Christmas(because I was afraid I might be broke some day and need to crap for free), now they treat me like a god. I'm sure if I spoke enough spanish, I could have asked them to say they didn't see me and they would have done it.

I should really be embarassed by what a gullible dumb shit I am, but I share these tales in the hope that others may gain from my idiocy

November 24, 2000
Story #1 of "A Fool & His Money Are Soon Parted


Marta (actually 2 Marta's) used to stand almost at the NE corner of 1st & Constitucion about 10 feet east of the corner (they are both gone now). The short dumpy one (early 30's) is the one I'm talking about. I had decided that what I really need is a chica to live with, & I had imagined I could do it on my disposable income.

So after a session with Marta, I asked her if she was interested in living together.
She said yes. She claimed the her & her 14 year-old daughter lived in centro on very little money (she was fat &, not at all pretty, & I thought she probably didn't make good money in the trade). We negotiated a U$ 300 - U$ 400 budget. She said her rent was due the next day (RED FLAG = the next rental period would commence on Christmas - NOT VERY LIKELY). So I advanced her the rent (I forget, but maybe U$ 150-200) and we went off to spend the day together: movies, meals, much talking, etc.

The story was that I couldn't go to her apartment until she had squared things with her landlord and had a discusion with her daughter. She took me to the outside of her apartment building and told me to meet her there on a following day.

She never showed. When I caught up with again on the corner, she had some cock-and-bull excuse, wouldn't go with me at that time, but would be willing to go to the hotel for more money. I left & did not return.

Duh....

ok why the heck would ya offer to live with her, that makes no sense

If you live with a retired chica:
You might have an enjoyable relationship.
You probably have an accomplished sex partner.
With just one sex partner, I'd like to think that the risk of disease is diminished.

Senor Pauncho

Yes, there is still more....

December 24, 2000
A FOOL AND HIS MONEY ARE SOON PARTED
#2 - THE TALE OF "L"

About Dec 10th, I went to visit my long-time favorita - "M" (and I don't mean Marta) - (on Avenida Ninos Heroes) early, for, if I can't be the only one, I'd like to be the first one (that day, at least). She wasn't there yet. So I went around the block near the little hotel Diamante that is on the west side of Constitucion between 1st and the alley.

It was about 8 am and there were not many SG's about. Holding up the wall was "L", about 5' 6", (relatively) light skinned (I usually prefer them darker and shorter), quite pretty, looking rather aloof and bored. I thought to myself "Oh, what the hell" and approached her with my standard "Hola", "Como esta ?", & "Cien (100) pesos desnudo (naked) ?". she said something about the room being separate, I nodded & we went upstairs. Nice body, uninspiring performance (she was obviously bored stiff), a little nice talk. I inquired if I returned another day with more money, what was the cost of one hour ? Without hesitation, she said 400 pesos. I filed it for future reference, finished our time and left.

I returned to "M's" domain. Inquiring of her coworkers, it turned out that she had been sick the day before, and wasn't expected in. I went and had breakfast at Loncheria Amigo in the mercado (in the same block as the cathedral).

Then I got to thinking about "L" again, returned there and spent an hour with her (she was a little more lively this time) and chatted some more. She told me that she had 2 daughters - 4 & 9 ("Barbie" doll fiends - like most of mexican females. They had 10 between them - - It's worse in Mexico than in the states) She mentioned that I looked sad, and I quipped that I was sad because she was young (30) and beautiful, with a wonderful family,and I was an old man (55) and would never have a pretty youn girlfriend like her. She said that you never know, her dad was 35 years older than her mom, and they were very happy (until he died.) And that older men were better than younger men, because younger men were lazy and preferred to play while their wives worked (in the streets). Anyway I left and went home.

Having previously spoiled my favorita's youngest with Barbies (and clothes for), I had the idea how nice it would be to suprise "L" with a "See's Candies Special Edition" Barbie doll (not available in Mexico) So I went to See's and bought the doll (about U$ 22.00 - Ouch ! Come me duele el codo.)

December 24th I returned (with the Barbie Doll) at about her starting time and looked for her. She wasn't there. I started to walk up the hill and she had just arrived. She smiled and said "Hi". We went into the hotel for two hours - sex, talking, sex, talking, etc. (for which I paid 400 pesos per hour - 800 pesos).

Her story was that she had been married and living in Guadalajara, divorced and moved to Tijuana (because she had trouble with her ex trying to take the kids, etc. - this is a common thread in the story of many chicas), had two sisters and a brother that lived in Rosarito. She had been working at Calimax, but found the income insufficient. Had begun child care for a couple she knew, supplemented by house cleaning income while the kids were in school, still lacked sufficient income, and had started being a SG about 3 months ago to make ends meet.

I was thrilled. She seemed genuinely nice, hated being a street girl, and looked like she might benefit from a boy friend (did I mention she was beautiful). When I asked her where she lived (expecting an answer of the name of a colony or area), she responded by writing down her complete legal name, and her address & telephone number. I asked her if she was interested in being my novia, she quickly agreed. We went out for a meal. I suggested that as it was Christmas, (and I had a 1,000 pesos burning a hole in my pocket), that we should go shopping for her present - she could select anything she wanted as long as she didn't go above that figure. We went to Plaza Rio's Calimax and she started selecting childen's stuff. When I asked why, she responded "The children come first" in a tone that smacked of a maxim and of a strongly held belief. I thought that was great and said OK. (But don't let this fool you. Family values do NOT necessarily mean that you will be treated fairly. You are an outsider - "extranjero" - for a long time, maybe for life.) (I don't know the spanish word for sucker - perhaps it's "Pauncho"). We roughed out a budget, and my contribution to it, planning to live together. I presumed that meant in her current quarters.....

Anyway, after it all, we parted making an arrangement to meet in a few days. She was going to Rosarito to visit 2 sisters & a brother for the holidays, and she needed time to square it with her kids (blah, blah, blah).

When I met her again, (monetary contribution in hand), we humped in the hotel, then went to her house and met the kids (what a fucking dump), it turns out she had a couple of boys as well, 1 & 8 (suprise!). When I asked her why didn't she tell me, she gave me the "palms up shrug" so common in Mexico.

We spent time together (at this stage she was still humping me regularly) and started to go to her house. All of sudden it was "we can't go there now, because I share the apartment with a couple and their kids, and the wife is home and she is a bad, angry person". Also she mentioned that she was living in an atmosphere of extreme stress due to crowding, and that we would need to get an apartment of our own. (Sounds like it would cost more, but OK.) We agreed to meet the next weekend to shop for apartments.

We met and (sans kids) went house/apartment shopping in Colony Francisco Villa, and nearby areas. Basically, the only things available were shit-holes at about U$ 250-350/month (Did I mention that I was on a tight budget). We tried other areas, too. (It is amazing that in Mexico - a country that I associate with "FAMILY!!" - almost nobody wants to rent to families that have four kids)

We shopped unsuccessfully for apartments a couple of times. Other times we took the kids to the Kiddie Amusement Park, etc.

So one Saturday I told her I was coming down to drop off something (a VCR but I didn't tell her that). I showed up, and a man answered the door. She introduced me to "Victor Manuel", he stepped outside, and we stayed inside. (I had to return soon to the states to attend school). She wouldn't look at me or touch me. So I left and told her I would return the next day (with some stuff). When I did, Victor M. answered the door (but kept it almost closed so I couldn't see in) and said she had gone to Ensenada to vist her brother & sister that live there. I asked him if she left any fruther message, and he said no.

Finally I realized:

There was no other couple living there,
just Victor M. , "L", and her 4 kids.

She had gotten divorced before she had conceived her youngest,
who was the spitting image of Victor M.(ugly!)

That she had gotten tired of the charade and wanted my to go away.

So I did (minus a bunch of money I had given her for expenses and to rent/pay deposit for an apartment.

It's notable that the closer we got, the less sex I got.......

Duh...................... I still marvel in my mind at her fantastic legs - and I'm not even a leg man. And if I saw her again I'd still pay U$ 40.00 to be in her bed for an hour. But she disappeared, I guess she was just working for Christmas present money for her kids.

Pauncho

Special note: they won't stop at using their kids to help separate you from your money.

I'm sure that Victor appreciates the VCR.

I guess the tip off should have been when you asked her if she wanted to be your novia after 2 or 3 'dates'.

that is not good you offering her all those items in the begining of the relationship on top of that i am sure you paid her for her time as well, you had the right idea of giving as if you were her novio, but i think that because you gace and gave, she took and took and never gave anything back to you but headache and heartache

Explorer I don't know what gives you the right to be so smug when you once posted about your own experience about being taken for a ride by a chica you were seeing.

Although true - I like to amuse you guys. Also, I'm starting a collection of platitudes for mongers like "don't let this fool you. Family values do NOT necessarily mean that you will be treated fairly. You are an outsider - 'extranjero' - for a long time, maybe for life"
Although I didn't give all the details, I also gave her a total of about U$1,000.00 over a month's time (Now I am embarassed !) I done worse since... But you guys would be proud of me now. Eventually I'll write that story too. I'd like mongers-to-be (especially old farts like me, and "Nice Guys") to have a full appreciation of how dumb we can be, and the ways that chicas will use you.

Pauncho

Youse pays u money and u taks u chance. You lost the grand but you had a grand dream for a while. Whatever good qualities you have (assuming you have them) she was too lost in her own hell to see them.

I always like to make the same mistake you made-as long as I can afford it. Fucking inanimate objects is nice for some guys-but I like to think (pretend) that the girl has some nascent feeling for me.

Besides, even thugh she'll never fall in love with you she will still throw you up in Victor's face the next ten times he hits her for not turning over all her money to him....

Thanks, Monk, I feel better already. At one point she said she liked older men more than younger, and that a younger guy would lay around, an his wife would have to sell herself to make ends meet - I think you are absolutely right. And if I see her again, I'm going to do her again for U$ 40.00/hour, but just once, unless her bedroom technique has truly improved. And then I'll split, and she can remember the old fart who treated her well. (I never really was mad at her, just severely disappointed)

Pauncho

p.s. Just a couple of days ago, I met (in the states - at my place of work, a beautiful woman of maybe 30 from the same neighborhood in Guadalajara.......

TJRey:

What makes me so smug, is that I have been through the wringer, and am seeing TJ from the other side.

I'm like you, I always think "well, I would like to nail her just one more time...." Of course, when I think like that the only nailing that is really going on is the one I'm hitting into my own coffin. You know what I'm talking about "well, her pussy does feel good...if only she would make the "logical" decision and choose me over her useless bloodsucking pimp/boyfriend...maybe if I gave her a little more $$$$/and or attention, she would see the light...."

There ain't no light for her to see my friend. She be blind today, tommorrow, and forever to whatever it is you are really offering. She may hate Victor Manuel on some level, but she loves him now and forever until the end of time-or the next Victor Manuel comes along. "If I stuck my dick back into her the only thing I would really be fucking is my own head"-yet I've done that too oft times.

The king is dead ! Long live the king !

Given my "A Fool & His Money Are Soon Parted Posts", and the posts I haven't made yet. I thought that I was the biggest fool in la zona. Then along came "X". I graciously abdicate my throne, and pass my crown to this man. From his own mouth I heard this tale. "X" has a novia in the zona that he pays $ 200 (dollars) a day NOT to work. The idea is that she would have more time for him. But she has less. Seems like her mother came to town and she's busy with her.

Maybe I should introduce him to my ex-novia.....

The king is dead ! Long live the king !

(y gracias a Dios por la sabiduria de W.F.)

November 24, 2000
Story #1 of "A Fool & His Money Are Soon Parted


Marta (actually 2 Marta's) used to stand almost at the NE corner of 1st & Constitucion about 10 feet east of the corner (they are both gone now). The short dumpy one (early 30's) is the one I'm talking about. I had decided that what I really need is a chica to live with, & I had imagined I could do it on my disposable income.

So after a session with Marta, I asked her if she was interested in living together.
She said yes. She claimed the her & her 14 year-old daughter lived in centro on very little money (she was fat &, not at all pretty, & I thought she probably didn't make good money in the trade). We negotiated a U$ 300 - U$ 400 budget. She said her rent was due the next day (RED FLAG = the next rental period would commence on Christmas - NOT VERY LIKELY). So I advanced her the rent (I forget, but maybe U$ 150-200) and we went off to spend the day together: movies, meals, much talking, etc.

The story was that I couldn't go to her apartment until she had squared things with her landlord and had a discusion with her daughter. She took me to the outside of her apartment building and told me to meet her there on a following day.

She never showed. When I caught up with again on the corner, she had some cock-and-bull excuse, wouldn't go with me at that time, but would be willing to go to the hotel for more money. I left & did not return.

Duh....

OOPS, a mistake.
I double posted

TJ Hombre please erase my above post. thanks.

A Fool & His Money Are Soon Parted (#2C - The story of "T")
After "The Story of "L", I became disheartened, and wished for a regular server who had the requisite physical characteristics - Tits I would love (not necessarily big, but somehow luscious), Face I could Love, Snug snatch (tight enough to pleasure "little skinny" even with a condom), and enjoyable interaction & personality. So I walked down (north) Constitucion from 1st on the west side (The same place I had met "L" of a previous story) and just beyond Hotel Diamonte I spotted this slender little gal that looked OK to me. We went up to the room and I negotiated "sin ropa" & tit sucking. She had fantastic little tits (medium for a girl her size), but she wouldn't let me suck them because she had just left her 1 year-old in Puebla with her mom and was trying to dry up. She barely let me touch them. Swollen aereolas (probably from her condition) that were beautiful. She agreed to let me suck them during a later visit. So we got into a habit of 40 dollars per hour...too much to pay without some special service..In time time I realized I'd never get to suck them, & I dropped her like a hot potato. I had noticed a slightly homely girl who stood next to her and the next weekend I just walked past her and took the next one. The next one became "The story of Emma" which will follow.....

The story of "E" (Story #2D)

I was still reeling from the end of my "relationship" with "L". After doing a few street girls - some sans condom (Yeah, I know, Que Burro !) - I decided that I needed to find regular girl, a tight one - tight (and exciting) enough that I could come using a condom (my personal issue is penile sensitivity) and not need to go bareback. I would be a regular customer.

That's how I found "T" (previous post). When I gave up on her, I just ignored her and moved down about 10 feet down the street to "E".

Location:   She stands on west side of Constitucion between the alley (Callejon Coahuila) and 1st (Articulo 123) between "Birrieria Guadalajara Pues" and "Bar Las Charritas" (The bar is on on the SW corner of the alley and Constitucion) between the hours of about 10 or 11am and 7pm. Spanish only. Her basic price is U$10.00 (100 pesos) plus the maybe U$ 4.00 for the room.

Description: "E" is a short SG with an enticing figure. At first I thought she was plain (or ugly) with a bad complexion, but it was just freckles and that damnable china (Big curl of hair from the top over her forehead). 

Identifying Characteristics: She has a health card with the first name "E" (no second given name) Last names "M. V." (or was it "V. M.").   She is from Puebla and has a 6 year old daughter.

Story continues: I tried her out at 100 pesos. She had the small girl's snug panocha. She's nice enough, doesn't talk much (No ingles). So the next time I started a habit of one hour - 400 pesos, secure in the knowledge of religious condom use. This went on for a month or two, every Saturday. This price included tit sucking, of course. Not large ones, but perfect for such a small girl.

Well, I guess one day I graduated to the status of "Trusted Regular", or maybe she needed money that day - I don't know... She started whispering something rapidly (She always seemed to whisper...), but my limited spanish abilities were strained beyond the limit. Finally I got it - she wanted 600 pesos instead of 400 pesos for the hour, but without the condom. I really wanted it, but I had sworn off....

I told her it was dangerous (I had a half-idea that I might have picked up something or other, but I didn't tell her that), but she took from my reticence that I was afraid of catching something from her. She jumped up, put on her clothes, retrieved her purse, returned and whipped out her health card. I had never seen one before, but it sure as hell was her picture in the book. She said I was the only one she would do it with sans condom. I believed her.

Well this went on for a while, then I guess she got money hungry, offered more services: DATY, BBBJ (very short duration - fear of faceful ?), BB anal (again very short..) I must have been crazy (You'd love her ass, guys...). Then she went home for a month or two.

When she returned, I stopped by again & we went up to the room. She said she needed money, so I opted for two hours sin condom sex (no bj nor anal) for 800 pesos. After I got my rocks off during the first hour, she wanted to quit. I told her I had paid for two hours. She gave me this song & dance about how two guys had mugged her the night before (& showed me evidence - a "shoeprint" bruise on her inner thigh where they had kicked her), and how she wanted me to spend the night with her (her daughter lives with her parents in Puebla) "Toda La Noche" for protection.

She wanted more money from me (we settled on another 300 pesos), and to cut short our current session by an hour. I was to meet her in front of Hotel Diamante at 8 PM. Needless to say, she didn't show. Having thought that I was on the verge of a "Novia", I was pissed as hell. I haven't done her since.

Every time I walk by her now, She gets this small smirk. I'd like to pop her one, but that's just not me. I guess I'll just have to be secure in the knowledge that someday she'll wish she hadn't scared off a good customer. I haven't missed her perfect pussy that much (Lies !), as I have found two or three more, just the same, better looking, and one of them only charges 300 pesos/hour (sin ropa, all positions, con condon, no BJ, and even better tits for me to love & suck).

Pauncho

Is this the same "Emma" that you posted about last July?

Yes, It just took me this long to get over my embarassment as to my stupidity.

The story of "L" continues (#1):
Pauncho 1, Victor Manuel 0 ???

I hadn't seen "L" in a long time. I had presumed that she had moved back to Guadalajara. So Saturday Morning (11-9-01), after an absence of 10 months, there she was, in the same spot.

I guess her story about earning money for her kid's Christmas presents had a thread of truth in it. Otherwise I would have encountered her earlier.

I had been thinking that it would be a suitable response to go up to the room the next time I saw her, so I did - for an hour- which became 2 hours - and then we went to lunch - Sanborns - yech ! - her choice.

Anyway she was beyond pleasant - way beyond. Very much a GFE. Already she's got me going again. We ended up spending 2 hours together today as well, culminating in an (unsolicited) offer by her for me to stay at her place next weekend. She said it's just her 7 the kids living there. I told her that I couldn't pay her what it was worth, and she said "No problem".

Maybe it'll be different this time (Yehh, right !) I am perfectly willing to spend my money with & on her under the right circumstances. She didn't tell me any lies - she doesn't talk much. I'll have to wait and see... If nothing else it'll take my mind off of "G" for while.

So the next weekend, I met her, we had sex in a hotel, and then we went to her house. "You can sleep in my bed." she said. Was I a happy camper, or what ?

Well, already I was under her spell.. So I made her the big offer that evening. (In the context of I really like you, you hate selling you ass anyway, I need a woman and I strongly prefer you, I like your kids:

You quit hooking (you absolutely hate it anyway),
continue part-time child-care and house cleaning.

I hand you 1,500 pesos 4 times a month as a household allowance.

I pointed out that she might prefer to be just my favorita for 2 hours on Saturday and 2 hours on Sunday because the money would be the same. She said "No".

Because my spanish is really deficient and she speaks no english, we talked about it and she replied that she was thinking on it. That night (Saturday) she led me to her room, & remarked that she never slept there, but always slept with the kids.

Although short on my share of pussy (I had already forked over the 1,500 pesos), I figured I'd cut her some slack... We did spend from early Saturday through Sunday afternoon together (she normally worked a 7-11 AM shift in the zona), took the kids to the Morelos State Park, and basically hung out.

The next weekend, in the hotel (I hadn't heard from her during the week), I told her that not having received an answer from her, that I presumed that the answer was "No". I wasn't crushed. After all, I'd still get to fuck her, right.

She replied "Let's try it for a little while and see how it goes." For clarity's sake I said "on probation ?". She said yes, and I responded that the probation goes both ways. So we spent the rest of the Thanksgiving weekend together (Thursday AM through Sunday afternoon).
I did expect to do her a few times, and told her I wanted to see her during the night...

The first night she didn't show. The next morning I was pissed. She did say she'd join me the next evening after the kids went to sleep. The 2nd night she didn't show either. So first thing in the morning I took her aside and confronted her. She said her youngest was sick. (& he was. When he so much as farts out of tune, she panics...). The next night same story.

We ended up taking him to the clinic (50 pesos for the doctor, 350 for the high priced drugs in the attached pharmacy). We spent the day at her house, but I was felling so damn lonely and miserable (one piece of ass in 4 nights, and I had again coughed-up the 1,500 pesos). I left at 1 PM, declining her offer of a ride into centro.

She was upset and suddenly got friendly and nearly talked me out of it. We agreed to meet downtown at my hotel the next saturday at 12 or 1 pm, as I had some errands (computer swap meet) to attend to in the U.S.

I returned to the zona to do a little "catching up", then went home.

The next Saturday, I got the hotel room, called her, and she said she'd be there in an hour an a half (1:30 PM). I was hardening myself for what I knew I'd have to do when she came. When she finally showed up at 3 PM, I was pissed off, which made it all a little easier.

I told her that I hated to have to talk to her like this, but that I was very disappointed in the way it had gone. I told her that I was a man, I needed sex both for solace and for my health, that I had treated her with respect and had kept my part of the bargain (I was kind enough not to mention that she would have had to fuck 15 guys to get the same money).

That I thought we had spoken clearly about what was expected. That maybe, as regards sex and money, we should keep it in the hotel, inthat it would be better than cheating on her, and spending money on putas that I should be giving to her.

But could be friends and do all the other stuff if she wanted, but, I would only give her money in the hotel. Her response; not a word, but a single tear coursed it's way down her cheek, followed by another, and yet another. Then she pulled the sheet over her face.

I felt like a rat, all the while remembering that when we had been together the year before, the more I had pursued her (and given her money), the more distant she became. I asked why she asked me to her house to spend the night. She responded "Because I liked you".

Afterwards we had sex and talk for the rest of two hours, I paid her (the 800 pesos for 2 hours), then we went to her house, did the kid thing, and I left for centro at 10 PM, arriving in the zona at 11 PM, walked around the zona (window shopping only!). A couple of my recent providers are now put out with me.

The next morning she showed up at the hotel (as planned) only a half-hour late, we repeated, I paid her the second 800 pesos and she said "What's this ?". I answered "Tu sueldo" ("sueldo" more nearly means "pay" than the term "estipiendo" which more nearly means "allowance" or "stipend"). She gave me a funny look.

We went to her house, did more "domestic living", differing from before in that I wasn't feeling unloved nor horny. I had told her I'd stop trying to corner her in her house. So I approached her in the kitchen and started feeling friendly, but I remembered, said I understood the rules, and that there were "policia" present (kids - more effective than policemen). I stepped back.

Suddenly, she bussed me. (This is more responsive than many times). To tell you the truth, she really surprised me. We ran into town to take the kids to see "Harry Potter", but we couldn't even get a parking place in the mall, so we went out to eat instead. We had planned that she would drop me off in centro, but when the time came, I didn't want to go, accompanied her back to her house, and turned to leave.

Bingo, she kissed me goodbye at the front door in front of a couple of the kids (who razzed her). All this proves what I've always known - I don't know shit about women.

This is all made more complex by the fact that I've always been crazy about her from the first time I saw her, and she just "likes" me. I don't thinks she knows that I could leave her. I just don't want to, but I could

I am enough of a realist to remember that I felt exactly the same with her predecessor, and I could do the same with her successor.

She does get more money out of me. If I have the money (usually about another 100 bucks a weekend), I spend on her - gasoline, groceries, whatever. This last weekend I had 300 pesos leftover and when I left, I gave it to her.

When she asked what it was, I answered that as a girlfriends job was to spend her boyfriend's money, and she wasn't doing a good job and the 300 pesos were the leftovers. She didn't see the humor in it, but accepted the money. The truth is that after being reasonably serviced, I didn't need to go to the zone for emergency rations.

After all of this, I rather imagine that I am being a fool. How big a fool I don't know. But it can be enjoyable, and, if not, there's no alimony, and there are always other women...

Pauncho
(Oh yeh, I can actually sit down and talk with "G", get a huge erection, talk to her a while, want to fuck her, but be easily able to resist the opportunity to fuck her for 10 bucks. This IS taking my mind off of "G".)

The story of "L" continues (& ends);

Well, this sort of thing continued off & on for about a month. On one hand she draws me closer, and on the other, she alienates me.

As I have been steadily falling deeply in love with her, I notice her pulling me - inviting me along when she socializes with neighbors - we had dinner over there Saturday night and including me in her youngest kid's birthday bash (2 pinatas), and pushing me - A week ago, hurting from the physical distance she puts between us when we are not at the hotel, I asked her "What words would you use to describe this thing between us ? Amar (to Love), Querer (to want, to love), Gustar (to like, to please), Relacionar (To relate or be in a "relationship") or what ? Her answer hurt me - she said "I don't know...." as she fiddled with her nails.

Earlier in the day, thinking that I would be spending Christmas Eve with her and the kids, and telling her how I was looking forward to it, she told me that she was going to her sisters instead. As her sister lives in extremely minimal housing in Rosarito, I asked "Where are you going to sleep ?" She said "In the car." I didn't believe this for a minute and asked (for clarity - my spanish sucks) with me or without me. After a full minute of silence, I said "I guess that means without me." My feelings were really hurt.

I spent the next week grousing and decided that when I delivered the Christmas presents Friday the 21st (What use do I have for Barbie Dolls, monster stuffed animals, and Women's clothing), I would tell her it was over. I had to drive down because I had more than I could carry on foot.

The original plan was for me to show up for the evening, return to centro to sleep in a hotel (less lonely than sleeping alone at her house), then she'd meet me early Saturday morning and screw my brains out, and I'd get the "touch time" I so sorely need.

When I got to the house I was pissed, knowing I'd need my anger to bolster my resolve. What did she do, she got affectionate at the door and in the kitchen - something she nearly never does. So I unloaded, went to centro to verify my hotel reservation, and returned to San Ysidro to park my truck so I wouldn't have to pay a couple of days more insurance. (If you saw some fat fool in the line about 7:30 PM trying to "Bump-start" his dirty red truck, then you know my secret identity).

I returned to La Zona about 10 pm and cruised around 'til about midnight, and went to my hotel. She had promised to meet me at 7:30 AM, so about 7:15 I got up and showered, then went back to bed.

She showed up about 8:15 AM (as usual) stripped, jumped into bed and got real friendly. My mental rehearsals for this time ran the gamut from fucking her and walking off without paying (a little anger here ?) to giving here her allowance (in kindness) and telling her to please leave (without sex even).

Well, I wasn't really asleep, and when she took off her bra, I was helpless again ("tit man" here) and feeling like "Maybe we can make this work...". After two or three hours, we left the hotel and went to her place.

I gave her her weekly allowance of 1,500 pesos ($165). I've been nursing a cold (thanks to her virulent carriers - 4 kids) and fell asleep sitting on the couch. Woke up once, and fell back asleep until she woke me to go to dinner at the neighbors.

Did the dinner thing, and returned home. She wouldn't even sit next to me on the couch, although I kept maneuvering.... Finally I went to bed. Later, she and the kids (who all sleep together in the other room) went to bed.

I woke up about 6 AM to the sound of her in the bathroom. So I waited 'til she finished and asked her to come to my room. She pretended not to hear me, so I asked her again and she came to my room. I gave her a big hug (to which she responded passively) and asked her to lie down on the bed for a few minutes so I could talk to her and touch her. She gestured to the kid's room and shook her head. So I grabbed her and gave her a big hug. She said "I'm sleepy" and pulled away.

This awakened all of my hidden anger from her continual rejections and I told her "GO !" All of a sudden she didn't want to (she could tell I was pissed). I physically turned her body and propelled her out the door and told her "Go where you belong!" and closed the door. She left without comment.

I got up, dressed, brushed my teeth, took my toothbrush out of the holder and returned it to my bag (some kind of definitive comment, no doubt), took a piss, packed my shit and and posted a note;

"Yours words ("I don't know") of the
previous week hurt me,

Our 'relationship' lacks all of the signs
that pass between a man and a woman -
stolen kisses when kids aren't looking,
returned touches and smiles, etc.,
and that hurts me too.

I have to go without returning.

I'm sorry.

(My real name)"

Knowing the finality of such a note, and being enamored of her "with everything and all of the medals" (sounds better in spanish), I spent a while praying for guidance. I'm not real religious but I know who is up there. Unfortunately I guess he hadn't gotten up yet either, because I didn't hear his response.

I left quietly. She didn't notice. Just after I locked myself out, I realized I had left my glasses behind. Oh the hell with it !", I thought and took a cab to town.

Knowing the cure for what ailed me, I went to the zone and looked up Maria, who had for more than two years provided solace - almost never asking for more than what I would give her. As I hadn't visited her in more than a year, she was glad to see me (at one point I was spending my entire $600/month (dollars) screwing her). She had begun slacking off on quality of service, so I had dumped her - politely, of course, telling her I had a girlfriend now. I told her a brief sketch of what had happened, that I probably needed a mom more than sex, but that as I was paying, both would be OK. She opened her arms,
& I dropped 800 pesos for two hours of her time (the regular rate).

Solace with a capital "S". I was so hurting, that although I could get it up, I couldn't come. I'm going to visit her again (& again , & again). She seems to know what I need and NEVER has lied to me (other than her real name and pretending to come). And I know from previous experience that she'll never take me home to meet her kids, never go out to lunch with me, and although I feel a lot of love for her, she'll never let me think that she loves me.

And right now that's just what I need.

Of course I am steeling myself against the possibility that I might encounter "L" again, although I'll go around the block to avoid her right now. Or she might call me. I am practicing my responses to:

"Now I can finally say it. I love you!"
(I don't know a polite response for this -
any help ?)

"What am I going to do now (for money)?"
(I think "I don't know." sounds better than
"You can sell your ass, just like before.")

You promised to take the kids to see
Harry Potter next Wednesday.
(I actually do feel bad about that,
but there's NO WAY....)

Or worse yet, she might ignore the whole thing, which is what being with her felt like. I guess deep inside, if it couldn't work, I wanted her to say "It's not working for me either, and it's sad, because I really do treasure you. I wish you lots of love in your life...." or something (fat chance, slim chance, no chance).

Of course I can just be a guy and remember:

Big pussy, bigger than I would normally accept.
No blow jobs, DATY and fingers not permitted.
Not all that good in that sack,
unless she was feeling inspired
Etcetera, etcetera, etcetera...

It's 8PM and she hasn't called yet, thank God.

(Life is hard when you a man in his mid-50's and have the emotional stability of a 14-year-old girl.)

Pauncho

On the one hand I feel for you as a human in pain, on the other hand I feel weak men get run over by hard hearted women. NO SURPRISE !!

Why do you turn to prostitutes for your emotional needs. Why not shower some young farm girl with cash and presents. I'm sure with the $$ you were dishing out even a farm girl's parents would welcome you with open arms. Who knows even her mom might join the party.

If you show prostitutes that you are weak and easy to manipulate, they will use you up.

Although I don't think that farm girls are interested in men in their mid-50s, I would definitely be interested in farm girls (beats sheep). Where do I meet them ?

On the farms.....

Feliz Navidad, Merry Christmas to all !!!

I can be weak, especially with a woman that I'm very partial to. But I can be hard, too.

I haven't called "L", nor has she called me. But she never had "that" influence over me on the phone.

Maria (the super SOLACE girl) didn't show up today, so I visited Marta (one of many martas) who did her level best in the consolation department. She filled the bill. The emotional wound I feel at least no longer prevents me from orgasm - thank God.

Later in the day (Weds about noon) I visited Isis bar (Don't ask me why) Ended up pounding a bar girl, including DATY. I feel like a new man. She has a perfect pussy. (No TV here, she has an ugly multiple cesarian scar collection - 3 kids and a wonderfully snug snatch.)

I think I'm going back Saturday for more therapy.

One of the reasons I went back to TJ was to do a little "public record" checking on "L", thinking I would find out a little more of what happened. I never got around to it.

I'm not going to bother - what for ?

Pauncho

Goodbye "L"

I ran into "L" today outside of her zona hotel - seems like she was trying to ignore me. I handed her the letter I had carefully crafted - and had translated by a friend - that enlarged on the previous short note I had left on her bed - and that said clearly that although I cared for her, I was NOT coming back.

I felt that I owed her an explanation on the unlikely chance that she was real with me - something I always doubted. I felt sad, follwed by a "I feel so clean !" response.

I left to find solace with Maria.......

this was from elsewhere on this site
go to the site and read all the DOC LOVE articles

By Tight_Fit on Saturday, December 29, 2001 - 11:52 pm:


Depth? Yea, from my head to my toes.

Feel like getting out of your depression? Here's a site aimed mostly at REAL MEN from college age to maybe very early 40s. That totally excludes me but I still have been enjoying the articles on dating by a guy called Doc Love.

He is peddling a System but is nice enough to give plenty of detailed bits of it for free in his advice section. The neat thing is that after reading much of his stuff you really come to appreciate how well off a true Hombre is compared to his pussy whipped brothers.

http://www.askmen.com/


I went thru and read all of the doc love articles.. Kinda interesting pattern.. The basic was that women do not want the nice guy who treats them right, that is boring to them.. They want the mysterious bad boy.. If any of you have the time, check out the Doc Love articles and see what you think..

Or just listen to the Tom Lykis radio show (97.1@5pm in LA) on Thursdays.

Same theme.

So far, I can't vouch that being a jerk works (it's hard for a lifetime "nice guy" to make the change), but I can say being nice does not.

A guy who's nice is equal to a woman who is fat.
The nicer you are, the heavier you weigh!

And I "weigh" about 500 lbs.

From the original post:

"Several times I have begun "relationships" among the SG's, only to have been fleeced."


I rented a movie last week called "Night At The Blue Iguana" starring Darryl Hanna. It was about these LA strippers.

But more interesting than the movie was a documentary made by Hanna, (and available only on the DVD).
It shows her preparing for the role by getting to know real strippers at a club in LA.

There's one part that stuck out for me: one stripper is upset about a relationship she has with a customer and is consoled by another, who says, "In this business, if you're not playing the guy who's paying, you're too involved".

Keep that in mind the next time you think a chica has feelings for you.

There is an old saying,"nice guys finish last". The truth is that many women have a lot of foolish ideas in there heads just like men do.

Many women are intrigued by the notion of "taming" or "domesticating" the "BAD BOY/WILD GUY". Women look for challenges just like guys look for challenges. It's similar to guys that are attracted to slutty/wild women. It's a thrill ride and you never know what might happen next.

Most nice guys will never truely become bad boys or jerks. The secret is to learn to act/pretend to be a bad boy or a jerk. Think of it as interactive theatre.

Think about it. Women want excitment just like guys do. How exciting is it for a women when some guy surrenders to her without a fight. Tail between his legs, eyes lowered to the ground telling her he feels lucky to be allowed in her presence.

In nature more females are attracted to the Alpha Male. The male that they feel lucky to be with. The one that all the females want to be with. The one that acts as though he can have any female he desires. Whether its a species that seeks out the flashy and colorful or the strong and ferocious they don't seek out the males that come crawling up in a posture of surrender.

Be the Alpha Male! TJ is fantasy island when it comes to this. If you have money you can have just about any women at specific watering holes.

A simple philosophy. If you're trying one approach/method and you're not having success, then try the opposite approach/method.

Going to cheat a bit and show you one of Doc's Love articles

reader's question
Dear Doc Love,
Hi, my name is Branden, I'm 28 and I manage a health food store near San Francisco. I've just started dating a girl I really like, Esmeralda. She's 24 and very pretty. We've had 3 fun dates so far. But, I'm kind of worried. My problem is that women keep flaking out on me by the fifth or sixth date and I do not know why. I'm almost embarrassed to tell you that this has happened to me several times, but I would do anything to not lose this girl. She's really special.
I'm a good-looking guy, and attractive women are definitely drawn to me. They seem to like me a lot at first, and then things usually just go downhill from there. I can sort of feel that the same thing might be starting to happen again with Esmeralda. God, I don't want to blow it this time!
i was ill-advised
One of the guys who works with me told me that I should start reading your weekly column and that it would help me a lot. So I am, but in the meantime, I thought I'd go straight to the source and just get some advice from you directly.
Doc, what do you think I could be doing wrong? I'm always real positive. Like on our last date, I held Esmeralda's hand and told her how beautiful I thought she was, and how attracted to her I am. She seemed to like that, but I'm not sure because she also seemed a little distracted at the end of the date. (A female friend of mine recommended that I say those things -- see how confused I am?)
So, any advice you can give me would be super appreciated.
Branden -- who doesn't want to go down in flames again

doc love's answer
Hi Branden,
If you keep losing these girls, then you are indeed doing something wrong, probably several things. But take some comfort in knowing that you are not alone in your confusion. Most guys simply never receive any accurate info on how to relate to women from a place of power and mastery. Their models for manhood come from a mishmash of sports heroes, rock or rap musicians, and movie stars, most of whom are living in a fantasy world and have a twisted sense of values.
Listen to me and you'll get it right... Next >>
hear me out, son
Finding a model of manhood who's not an idiotic egomaniac, a macho moron or a screwup is a challenging task. And very, very few teenage boys have the good fortune to have fathers or big brothers in their lives that really understand women and know how to coach kids properly.
Consequently, most guys find themselves adrift in the dating world, shooting from the hip and flying by the seat of their pants, using the trial and error method. (Always on trial and frequently NOT learning from their errors.)
Branden, you need basic training, training that you've never been given. You've got to become street-smart, dude. But that's not going to happen if you keep taking advice from women. Women can tell you what they think they want from a man, but they are essentially incapable of telling you what they will actually respond to emotionally!

elementary dating rules



So allow me to be your mentor and provide you with 3 simple but powerful principles that will transform your love life. Here they are:

During the first 60 days of dating:

1) Do not come on heavy -- keep it light

This means: Don't tell her how pretty she is or how much you like her, or that you'd like to see her again. Keep it positive Branden. Keep her laughing. Give her no more than one compliment per date. No gifts and no flowers, all of which she experiences as appeals for her approval. (Don't try to impress her.) Don't talk about your feelings for her or your romantic Interest Level [degree of love]. Instead, let her wonder where she stands with you. Remain mysterious.

2) Do not touch her -- let her do all the touching

If a girl likes you, she will automatically begin to touch you and will increase the frequency of touching as she spends more time with you. If you try to raise her Interest Level by touching HER a lot, your actions will backfire. You will inhibit her impulse to touch YOU. She will begin to feel uncomfortable, and she will withdraw from you. Most guys have absolutely no understanding of this principle of romantic relationships. Believe it or not, the less you touch her, the more she will want to touch you.

3) Do not mention or hint at the topic of sex.

Way too many guys have a terrible habit of talking about sex on a date. If you start trying to get your date turned on by talking about sex, you will turn her off! Yes. I said, you would turn her off. Even if she makes jokes or hints about sex, don't jump on it like most guys do. Instead, playfully steer her away from the topic. Trust me, this will work to your advantage.

Branden, if you begin practicing these 3 simple principles from "The System", your love life will improve immensely and you won't have to go down in flames ever again.

Remember guys, start with the basics.

I recently passed "L" at her usual station. I guess that I'm small enough (OK, Chicken shit) to enjoy the fact that all of a sudden she has to work longer hours than she used to.

It's like "Now I bet you wish you had treated me better".

I stopped and exchanged pleasantries. The odd thing is that she acted as if nothing had ever happened.

I pased her station about 5 times today in the normal course of my meanderings. She probably thinks I'm spying on her or something, but it's just my normal route between Club Aloha, El Fracaso, and Adelitas.

"Something Right" (Previously posted in the "Discussion" Area)
2-3-02

Am I doing something right, or am I just having my 2 lucky days/month on this weekend ?

It seems like most of the time girls spit on my shoes, but every month or so, I have a day or two when they seem to like me me. I've never known why.

Chapter 1 - Unicornio; So I went to Unicornio and ended up with a comparative youngster of 25, and paid 40 dollars for one hour of "absolutely full service", then went to la zona.

Chapter 2 - El Fracaso; at Bar El Fracaso, I hadn't noticed that mixed in with the "dollar-per-dance" crowd were a few hookers, including Berenici. I didn't recognize her and we both had a good laugh. I told her I wouldn't bother her because merely dancing would waste her time.

So I walked around a little bit and "M" asked me if I wanted to dance. Well she's a gorda (with monster tits), but truly beautiful. I told her I was only here to dance, and she agreed.

After a few dances, I started running out of one dollar bills, so I told her that I was going to the men's room to adjust my wallet. Instead I went outside and across the street to my hotel room for about 5 minutes.

When I returned, she was outside starting to leave. I asked her why and she said there was nothing happening at the bar. I suggested returning to the bar for a drink, and she suggested another bar. We went there and were actually able to hear each other and talk some.

Turns out she's a recently divorced mother of 4 who is a factory worker who has been "ficha-dancing" for two days to supplement her meager income. The inevitable happened and we ended up in my room (20 dollars). With her clothes off she was about twice as fat as me (and I'm morbidly obese), but what the hell.

We talked a lot and it turns out she's looking for a guy to supplement her income and be with her so that she "doesn't have to do this" (and she might not get a lot a lot of takers). She seemed a little "driven" (or perhaps desperate) If we had "connected" better it would have been the perfect ticket for old Pauncho.

Seems like she wanted only about 30 bucks a week plus I would need to bring some groceries from the states that are expensive in Tijuana - like cereal. (Sounds a little like 50-100 bucks a week). She gave me her cellular #.

Situationally, she fills the bill at a discount price, considering I gave my last novia 1,500 pesos per week and spent another 500 or more on her during the weekends.
But, "M" and I just didn't "connect" (skinny dick, a pussy 4 kids big, and as beautiful as she was, I wasn't hot for her - too fat).

BUT, how many young women are there out there in similar situations, open to what I think I want ?

Chapter 3 - Bar Amor Latino; Well, I went to another "all mexican" bar deep in the zona and ordered my usual agua mineral. The waitress (a gordita or gorda) was very fastidious (in the english, not mexican meaning) and formal in the careful presentation of my drink, opening it in my presence, carefully setting on a napkin, etc. Well, things were kind of slow, so we ended up talking.....(spanish only)

Seems she works a 12 hour shift (pay unknown) 7 days a week, does not do "ficha drinking" nor "ficha drinking" (nor anything else), has 4 kids, and seemed very friendly.

Well, the itinerant flower salesman walked through, and glory of glories, he only wanted a buck and a half each so I bought one (soy codo) and presented it to her, mumbling a poorly-phrased spanish witicism to the tune of "it's very beautiful, buts it lacks...." (brief pause for her raised eyebrow) "the beauty of you..."

My spanish must be getting better because she ate it up. Or maybe it was when she said she had 4 kids and I said "¡Que bueno!". Anyway when I rose to leave she gave me the "formal 4-part soft handshake" and a slight hug (Which I returned, of course), followed me outside to tell me her hours and that she would like see me again. And this woman I perceived as "perfect acceptable" on the Pauncho rating scale.

Chapter 4 - My Long-Term Favorita; Saturday night, I encountered my "long-term" favorita, and she gave me 3 hours when I had paid for 2, then came back Sunday morning for another hour gratis. (I did tip her 200 pesos.)

Random; Sunday, My recent ex-novia offered to return my glasses that I left at her house.

My not-so-recent (ex-ex-) novia asked me to take her dinner, but just as "friends".
And she didn't even ask me for money (Now that's a REAL miracle).

All this happened to the guy that's been inside Adelita's several times and been approached ONLY ONCE by a"profesional services employee" there - the guy who literally couldn't get laid in a whorehouse if he had a 50 dollar bill in his hand.

Keep in mind I'm really fat, in my mid-50's, and in my "tijuana bum" disguise (with the unbelievably dirty shoes) to act as a passive defense system against muggers.

So I guess my questions are;
Is it just my lucky two days that happens sometimes ?
Are the chicas getting that desperate ?
Damn, am I finally doing something right, & what is it ?
What can I do to keep this happening ?

"Something Right - Continued"

2/10/02
Well, so I went back the next weekend, and - so much for the idea of luck !!
It appears that it wasn't so much the idea of having a "hot" night as it was "looking dumber & more of a sucker" than usual:

I never went back to El Unicornio, and perhaps I should, as the chica offered me Toda La Noche for 100 bucks....

Chapter 1 - Myrna; I showed in the zona about 1pm Friday, and kinda walked around and encountered "Myrna", whose lies pissed me off back in September. I had said "Hi" a couple of times since. She seems to always look a little like a theatre usher - Don't ask me why.

Anyway she was looking good and the inevitable happened - we went to the room.
Of course I had told her only for a massage (Whatever services are available for US $ 30.00/hour).

Well, she's got these beautiful brown eyes and am fond of her "coronilla" (Top of her head). As it turned out, I got to see a lot of that part of her - Que felatriz ! (What a cocksucker - Skill level average-to-better, Enthusiasm excellent-to-better). Then missionary with an oral finish. (No muss, no fuss, I don't know what she does with the functional residue of this activity - she did have quite a grin on her face.)

Chapter 2 - Club Aloha; Then I went to Club Aloha and passed out free bras and "watch caps" to the chicas I had promised (Dollar store stuff, bras available in purple or green "satin" in a limited range of sizes). I don't know if they wanted them, but they sure took them. There was a new girl there, young and green enough to try to get me to buy her a drink - Hah !

Then (an un-named performer whom I adore) asked me if I could get her used clothing for her family. Well, it just so happens that - more popular than "Tamalitos" candy (which just doubled in price!) - are sweaters. The vast majority of Tijuana houses do NOT have heaters and are made of concrete (or brick), and even in the mild climate of Tijuana it's quite chilly indoors.

So they walk around the house in sweat clothes and sleep together in big piles of humanity - not such a bad idea...

Anyway, I have found a dollar store that features unclaimed dry-cleaning clothing (mostly sweaters) for a buck each - It's beginning to seem like I am clothing the families of half of La Zona.

Chapter 3 - El Fracaso; I went back to Bar El Fracaso and nursed an agua mineral. In came "M" (the gorda). She looked at me and smiled, so I motioned her over. She started by asking me why I hadn't called. So I told her that I didn't know how to do so from the U.S. (She bought that !) She offered me Toda La Noche for 50 bucks. So I countered with 40 and she accepted. I didin't even bother to negotiate exactly what this meant (bad idea).

My previous TLN experience had been about 100 dollars that ended up being 3 hours sleeping and 20 minutes sex (different chica) So my hopes weren't too high. But I was lonely ......

It began at midnight - After playing "magic fingers" at her request (Spanish lesson - Dedear {from dedo=finger} is the appropriate verb) I jumped her but didn't have the energy to finish (Myrna had sucked me dry). (Caution; fat man + fat girl + narrow blankets + window that won't shut + windy night = freeze your ass off)

I liked her OK, but not enough to share my treasure trove of sweaters with her this trip. We woke at 7 AM, finished up (now more energy), and she left at 7:30 am. I went back to bed.

Chapter 4 - My Ex-Ex-Novia; I got up a couple of hours later, ate, and called my ex-ex-girlfriend ("G") at noon to arrange delivery of the soy protein powder and dry milk that I had promised her. Talk about being late ! 30 minutes at a time she delayed me until about 3:30pm when she finally showed up (without bringing her 18 month son whom I adore much more than her).

I took her to the clothing store and bought 4 outfits and a sleeper (Total much less than 20 bucks), then we went to my room to pick-up the soy powder, and got a little affectionate, took off her top and I gave her about a 30 minute massage. (This whole outing was supposed to be a "just friends" episode.)

In fact, we talked so much that I feel I know her better than when we were together. Anyway, then she dressed and stared hugging me and saying that she just wanted to thank me..... (fully clothed with tits pressed in my face). It "M" hadn't done me in the morning I would have done it, all the while knowing better and remembering the 2,500 bucks she sucked out of me last year (Yeh, I've been too embarrassed to tell that story...).

All told I think we were in my room for 1 ½ hours. Then we went out for Chinese (separate report), I walked her home, she asked for a loan of 20 bucks (which I gave her as a gift, and that chapter ended. I keep worrying that she is setting me up for the big kill, though. (Considering what she makes on the street, she had invested a lot of time (2 ½ hours) in me.

Chapter 5 - My Long-Term Favorita ("LTF"); I was supposed to meet my LTF at a bar in the after noon around 2 or 3 pm (she gets off at 5 pm) and it was 6 pm, so I rushed over there and she hadn't left yet, but I could tell I was testing her patience. I told her in a couple of sentences about the time with my "ex-ex-" and told her I didn't fuck her and we could talk about the rest in my room.

We went to my room (by this time, I think the hotel management had begun to think I was a "cerrajero" {locksmith [lady-killer] }or something) I paid her for 3 hours we snuggled most of that time and gave her the long version about what happened with my "ex-ex-". I was too tired to perform. I left out the part about giving my "ex-ex-" first pick on the sweaters (she took 4 or 5). She left after 2 hours, and returned about 10:30 am Sunday morning for 1 ½ hours of good loving.
It would have been longer but I didn't want to pay the hotel for another day.

It seems the a working girl can get really threatened by a lack of sexual response from a valued customer. She said next time we'll spend the whole day together. Inadvertently, I may be working this chica. After the first two years of "yehh.." from her (and eating out of her hand), it warms my heart to think that she thinks she's losing control because I stopped seeing her for about a year, and now I admit to feelings for my "ex-" & my "ex-ex-" novias that followed her, and that I go sucking strippers tits for a dollar a pair at night.

I'm not doing this to manipulate her, but because I'm bored when she goes home at night and because "Soy Chichero" (I'm a "tit-man").
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Chapter 6 - Bar Amor Latino; Saturday night I returned to Bar Amor Latino, to check out the mesera I had met last week. (Was I hot ? NOT !!)

I got talking to her and said how's it going (all of this in my inadequate Spanish). She replied "Sad". When I asked why, she replied that her 4 kids were living in D.F. with her mom and she hadn't seen them for 2 years. All the while sucking up 2 ficha beers at 5 bucks a pop.

Of course now I know why I had charmed her so. Unlike the working girls who see us as a retirement plan, this woman sees me differently - I'm "airplane tickets" !
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Chapter 7 - My Ex-Novia; Finally remembered to bring my glasses with her, and gave them to me when I spotted her. She said she's moving back to (her town of origin) in a couple of weeks. As I still have unresolved feelings for her, I think it's better thus. I told her I could never hate her, and asked her to write me. I guess it should be some consolation that I have 2 weeks to be with her - If I want to pay the 10 dollars....
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The high point of my weekend was the discovery that in bar "Dos Indios", I can buy an agua mineral and 1 Ballena (BIG bottle) of beer for 35 pesos, and the flower vendor there only wants one dollar for a single rose. Budget romance ! And my new acquaintance (yet another, not a "provider") actually got drunk enough to let me kiss her.

It wasn't all bad, but the previous weekend wasn't the success that I had thought.

RE: My ex-novia who went back to her town of origin;

I was at 3rd & Negrete enjoying a fish taco and chatting with a unusual woman whom I was considering when I saw something out of the corner of my eye - my recent ex-novia who had supposedly moved, walking down the street to the "route taxis" that go to her house, with the (quite fat & 40) woman she introduced to me as her sister in the past.

When I looked up, she looked straight ahead and pretended not to see me. She hasn't been working since she said she was moving. I guess her old man (I always suspected she had one !) is back in town.

I ran into her again (working). I took her to my hotel for two hours (paid) and told her I wasn't horny (Acabo de coger), but that I just wanted to talk.

Damn ! She's lost a few pounds (from stress, she says), and is looking better than ever - MUCH !

We did end up nearly naked in bed ("for comfort's sake"). I asked her to tell me what was really happening when we were together.

She told me she missed me. I told her that I missed her and the kids, but that I didn't miss the feelings I had (abandoned, ignored) when I was with her.

I told her that sometimes I needed a Mom as much as a woman, and other times, a woman ! She agreed, as she knew that.

She said the fault was hers, and that she felt guilty, and treated me to a good bit of kissing.
Breast osculation ensued (Soy chichero), and a lot a hugging entertwining, and more talking.
She said she loved me or at least wanted me ( "Queria" [past tense, completed action].. she couldn't say it back then.)

I told her that I loved her the first time I met her (What a lie, I didn't go with her the first time, thinking she looked stuck-up), and that I always would (a truth) ...But that I didn't want to start up again (BIG LIE !) and we left it there.

Again I told her that she probably needed a younger man she could love and who could give her more income than me ($165 US per week). She's 32 & I'm 56. She repeated her mantra of "old men are better, young men are lazy" and said my contribution was "OK".

I couldn't resist, so I asked her if her landlord (actually I said owner, but I think she understood) was suprised that she was moving. But I mentioned him by name - which she never told me.
(I am a bit of a private detective....see related posts) This spooked her, and she "forgot" to give me her new cellular #.

It's all probably for the better. She has a new job next week, and is attending computer school - her sueno dorado - and I wish her all the luck in the world.

If she would have said "I STILL love and want to be with you", I probably would be in the soup again.

But,.....there are a lot of bowls of soup in the busy kitchen of la zona, and I sup there quite often.

I've probably left out a few segments of my legacy of foolishness, and posted a few in the chat section, so here's what's next;

I ran into her on the street again while I was waiting (alone) for a "taxi de Ruta" going to my "almost next girlfriend"'s place. She was with a man who seemed younger than her and they were dressed much alike - kinda' like bobsy twins.

I waved & so did she (out of his vision, I think), but she didn't stop to introduce him. So much for "older men are better, young men are lazy".

I guess the graffiti "Mujer que se hace la estrecha, con otro se suelta las mechas" has the ring of truth. (This roughly translates as "A woman that walks the straight & narrow [with you], lets down her hair with another man".) She never did really let her hair down with me. Sadly, because I really wanted to please her.
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So I ran into her again - working, this time. She looked even thinner and a bit rag-tag clothes-wise (I thought she said she had another job...). I said "Hi", and told her that it made me sad that I couldn't congratulate her on her recent birthday (33rd) because I had neither her current address nor cellular number. (The look she gave me said I wasn't gonna' get it either...)

I inquired as to her and the kids, and asked her how her computer classes were coming. She said "Well", and I said "Good, because it's your future, and I know you hate this job (puta). She has always claimed to hate it, but the degree of grimace and shake of the head she responded with, was much greater than ever.

I resisted the impulse to remind her that she had an opportunity to do differently with me. I guess I should feel a trifle better that she just didn't "prefer" me, but she HATES her job. It's not enough just to be "not hated", though.

There was a time that I would have returned to her if she had simply said "I love you". She couldn't say it when I was there.

I guess I'll always love her a little, & I still miss the kids. But I hope to hell I'm never dumb enough to go back there.

Pauncho

I feel your pain...

E

A Fool & His Money...updated - Catharsis

I just passed a chica who knows my ex (#1 &3 - same girl), I asked after her because I wanted to share my blood test results (positive news, negative results) with her.
We ended up in the room for a paid 1/2 hour, just talking about my ex.

Turns out they have a common city of origin, and knew each other there. Also that my ex was working a short shift weekdays while we were living together weekends. Some of the stuff she told me I had determined previously while playing at being a private detective. In her summary, she said "Many lies, It's just about money for her." Why am I surprised ? Why do I still want her ? I'm glad I was strong enough to walk away last year.

Ran into her in the supermarket Saturday. I was behind her in line & I looked up and said "Buenos tardes".

She was with a guy (65-75) with the biggest cart of groceries. I tried to start talking to him, just for the fun of it. She wisely offerred me cuts in front of them (quick thinking, honey).

I was bad - just being a wise ass (low blood sugar, I think). So I started talking to her. She just ignored me.

I probably should apologize, but if I've properly pissed her off, maybe she'll never be so desparate as to come at me again, and, as I seem to have this preference for her.... maybe it's better.

(Although I dislike being such an asshole, it does come naturally)

Sure as hell she doesn't live in Rosarito (nor did she move to Guadalajara, like she said), the groceries would have spoiled before she got home.

The next time I ran into her (about mid-May - with the same old man) walking near my hotel (at the edge of the zone) I said "Buenas tardes". She responded rather curtly.

I felt a little ashamed for trying to jerk her chain in the supermarket. After all, she didn't shit on me.

Today (6-30-02) I ran into her in the same spot (with the same old man). He walks ahead and she follows. He didn't see me so I mouthed "Buenas tardes" to her. She smiled and silently did the same. I guess that means she isn't mad at me, so I feel better.

Oh, yeah. Her previous co-worker said she's working again.

Damn, she's pretty. A part of me still wants her. I miss her kids.

Fortunately I still commune with "Lady Lap Dance's" kids, so this takes the edge off of the sensation.

I still feel the need to talk to her. Maybe I better not.

Geez Pauncho how do you lvie with all that heartache. Don't take this the wrong way but finding a girl, getting used and getting dumped, finding a girl, getting used adn getting dumped is a terrible way to live. I'm surprised you aren't so bitter, well you're a little old but bitter dude jsut using the girls and cursing at them in your, I know, poor spanish while you come. Much props for being able to keep your niceness, you'll be reward someday.

Mujeres, mujeres, tan divinas,
No quedo 'tro camino que adorarlas
(No quedo otro...)

This continuing story is not really a trip report.

I have moved it to OFF TOPIC/RELATIONSHIPS