Okay,

Never thought I'd make it to Love Story. That's probably why I forced my body to do it.

Long night made short, I went to All Blacks with colleagues for the first time. Another fun atmosphere unmatched in the states. It's like playing the lottery you cannot lose. Try your best with a chica. Sometimes she likes you, sometimes she doesn't. Then, if she does, party all night. At the end, see if she wants to go to your room. Sometimes they say yes, sometimes no. If no, they probably will date again. If not, who cares?

If they say yes, it is still only a 50-50 chance she'll ask for money. Maybe a little higher in my case since I seem to attract this type of girl in every country on the planet.

So, I got a number, but probably screwed up by leaving abruptly. I just can't find the fun in Brazilian courtship. I got in the taxi and told him, "Rua Augusta." He asked where, and I said, "Surprise me."

Half-way there, I knew he was going to take me to a clip joint. So, I told him the Pan American Hotel. I already spent money on my almost-date, and thought it was time to explore/exploit the street scene.

It was a Friday night, and the hookers where in high, high demand. Bumper to bumper mongers and gang members. Fortunately, they all seemed to be pro-American.

The girls were not interested in haggling too much, especially for tln services. The thing about being on a trip in a foreign land is that there is no hurry to finish. Why spend all night out, then settle for a 30-minute rush job?

So, off to relax at my 2 favorite sauna houses. I spent the most time once again at the one across the street from the Pan Am that requires you to go down the stairs. Brenda, my girlfriend from last time, was there and greeted me enthusiastically. She was a rather different person this time, obviously more sober. So, I continued my search.

I ended up with a girl named Kelly. A nice mermaid costume she had on, lounging around topless with her hair falling upon her tits. Her face was only so-so in the dimly-lit room, and downright scary in the light. Fortunately, by then she'd gotten me well off with some of the best service I've ever received anywhere. She has a totally sweet disposition and would do anything your heart desires, but probably isn't making a whole lot of money.

After a few minutes in the after-glow, I realized that LoveStory was not only open, but in mid-morning form! Only thing, I had no more Reals and no idea where LoveStory was. So, I walked down past Kilt, Cocktail, etc., which were now closed. I found a bank machine, and, then, a taxi. I asked him to take me to Love Story. He looked at me like I was the pathetic gringo that I was, and pointed out his back window. I was not 50' from the entrance.

So, I tucked my tail between my legs, paid him a tip for not being an asshole, and walked into Love Story around 6:30.

Holy Crap!

What a party. I somehow expected something different. I didn't expect such a well-lit, trendy dance party. The girls were hot and I think 90% of the clientele was dancing on the floor or around their seats. I met a really cool American who filled in some of the variables for me, and hooked me up with my girl of choice. Can you imagine? Just walk into a bar filled with beautiful young revelers and choose the hottest chick in the joint? Wow.

So, I stayed until the place closed. I negotiated (poorly) some price with the chick, but I was just too tired to be that excited. Upon leaving, the over-dressed bouncers literally tag-teamed me wanting tips. I asked them for what?? Then they tried to direct me to their unmarked taxi. Screw that. I walked down the street 50' and found a normal taxi. I vaguely noticed that my girlfriend was lagging behind a bit, then stopped. She must have assumed I was bailing on her. All of a sudden, I realized what a good idea that was. It was approaching 9am, and I was done. I gave her a tip and went to sleep.

So, I missed my daytime fun in favor of sleep, although I managed a massage to completion around 6pm. What a night, though.

Slick,

Nice re-cap. Love story is a blast, as are the Saunas along Rua Augusta. Skanks can be fun once in a while.

Thanks for sharing.