A week ago Friday I went to TJ for the first time in 6 weeks - and I didn't even really want to go. I had talked myself out of it the prior 3 weeks in a row - well, mi amigo Matiz helped talk me out of it the week prior as he was available to hang locally in SoCal, and I guess I was more anxious to see the venerable Sire than my sweet, sick no. 1 amiga D****** in TJ. But don't read too much into that, though the Sire's blue eyes are certainly captivating.

I finally decided that based on past results, I would go. That is, the less eager I am to go to TJ, the better a time I seem to have. So I pushed myself through the preparations, and headed south that Friday at midday. Past results held up, as I had one of the best mellow times I've certainly enjoyed in recent visits - happy I talked myself into the trip.

For those who don't know me, I am 2 years post back surgery - an episode that literally knocked me off my feet. But I've generally partied wild and hard throughout the episode all things considered, but will never fully recuperate to be able to get around as I did before being struck with this problem. I have been going backwards physically in recent weeks, and with that a little bit psychologically. Bottom line is I had tried to push my exercise routine just a little bit, and what I got from it was lots of pain and stiffness in my knees and legs, and a need to rest physically. So I was resolved that this TJ trip would be "quiet" - not as frenetic as some I've had. Less bar hopping, less drinking, zero dancing, and less physically active SEX!

I pretty much followed through with that resolution and had a wonderful time. Friday would be my only day for going to the zona with plans to see D***** at the Ticuan on Saturday, and departure at wakeup on Sunday. So this was a short trip - felt almost like a bombing run considering the early closing hours the TJ bars are adhering to these days.

I hit the zona around 6PM on Friday. Coincidentally the first human I encountered who I know in any significant way is a highly trusted long time amiga who is a mesera at the bar where La Milagro's sister works at night and where LM herself dabbled as a fichera when she first arrived in TJ last summer. [I posted detailed TRs in 2009 about meeting an incredible nympho spinner I call "La Milagro". She and I had an amazing 6 month wild ride in TJ until she got homesick and returned to her home state of Chiapas]. Mi amiga told me in no uncertain terms, that LM is expected back in TJ next month. The way she said it gave me no doubt that this is certainly LM's current plan, but who knows what will happen between now and June as LM is as much a "live for the moment" chica as any I've met? At any rate, it is welcome news. As much as I have become devoted to D**** in recent months, I still miss LM terribly. She is irreplaceable. Took me 57 years to find one like her and I don't have another 57 years to find another one like her.

I moved on to Tropical Bar, and found it to be very mediocre in vibe and selection. This has been the story over the last few months though my sampling has been extremely small. Once the bar I spent the most time in, I am barely ever in Tropical since meeting LM last summer.

DrEvil, one of my amigos from the BT Mafia came in and it was fun hanging with him for a time. He and 6 idiots, mostly from the BT Mafia, have just returned from a trip to Mazatlan. They chased only civilian chicas, With a couple of exceptions, this is NOT a pretty group of guys, yet most of them found their way into the hearts of at least one stunning Sinaloa Sweetheart. Well the Doc himself is a smooth enough mujeriego. DrEvil had lots of high quality photos and it looks like those guys had an amazing time. I hope they keep going to Mazatlan and stay the hell out of TJ where they are hogging the diamonds in the rough in the off the beaten track bars that I like to hang in!

I figured to spend most of my zona time in HK, but as things worked out, during the entire trip I never entered either HK or AB or CC. That is because my next stop from Tropical was Las Chevelas, and to my shock and delight, it was jam packed with hot young babes of all dimensions, including my favored adorable spinner population. I just didn't know where to start or how to go about selecting as there were too many choices. Like a newbie, I ended up being selected instead of selecting.

I noticed a very young long and lean drop dead gorgeous brat out on the dance floor with a local older pauper. I knew he would not be holding her for more than a dollar dance. I followed her back to her table with my eyes, and there were two other bombas just like her at the table. One had noticed my interest from across the room (I was far from their table), and the three of them started making eye contact - perhaps competing for the ficha dollars of the gringo. I was thinking they won't be overall good hookups - they seemed too aware of their own gorgeousness - that's a given when the 3 hottest girls in a room full of hot girls are sitting together. It isn't a coincidence. In my experience, moderate hotties will gravitate more towards average looking amigas so they can stand out. But the bombas have enough confidence and snottiness that they want to be only among their own tribe.

So as I'm evaluating the situation, an exotic looking young FOB approaches me from another part of the room. She had caught me checking her out before I took notice of the Bomba Trio. This one was more of a spinner than those in the trio who were possessed with model type figures. This chica was shorter and though aggressive, clearly was not as confident or appreciative of her own physical gifts - much more apparent humility which I thought would yield a better overall hookup. That was confirmed as she did all the correct things to sell her company to me - touched and kissed me in ways that I could not resist at least giving her a shot over one ficha. We ended up passing about 90 minutes together and she didn't push it past 3 fichas.

It was a nice sleaze bar style boothing - mucho makeout and all body parts available for viewing and fondling, and lots of NASCAR shifting of my own transmission until I was leaking transmission oil. I am sorry to say I do not remember this chica's name as it was as ordinary as the plain schmata that she wore.

Took her to Cascades Hotel and for some reason she insisted on leaving the alley side. I prefer to enter the Calle Coahuila side as you don't get placed into the SG rooms. It may just be that she has a bag or other belongings stored at the desk on the Callejon side. Sure enough the room was substandard, though not the worst of the SG rooms. Once in the room her FOB status really showed in ways that did not impede the session quality. She clearly showed a small degree of alarm at being in a short term session with a gringo - she did not seem as if she'd done this before. Downstairs while displaying humility, she clearly seemed more comfortable and in her element. Her service was actually intensely good, but she had this deer in headlights look early on, and just generally seemed unsure of herself and slightly overwhelmed. I had not pressed her to do the session - she initiated the idea of going to the room, so I wasn't dragging her past her line. I doubt I was her first session, but very possibly her first gringo. That matters as we gringos are more demanding in the room than the locals - but then again we usually pay much more as well.

She was good and kept the lights on, never asked or discussed money. She looked great spread out fully naked on the bed - really better than I expected under the illusion generating lighting of the bar. She said she's 22, but she could pass for 20. The usual C-Scar, but not an unsightly mother's middle and slender though not skinny. She was up for everything bareback, and after some considerable cuddling and kissing, eventually made her way down and performed an excellent BBBJ - but cut it shorter than I would have liked. Due to my physical backtracking, I felt I should limit myself to CG as I did 2 years ago before and after my back surgery. But her BBBJ was so good that I would have been content to ride the short term session out and blast in her mouth if she was game. After all the manual manipulation in the bar, the GFE start to this session and BBBJ, she licked up enough pre-cum to think I was finished. But I told her I was just getting started - chose the condom option before she climbed aboard, and she energetically rode me forwards and backwards, coming down to Kissing Cowgirl - her lips on mine with my hands messing up her hair when they weren't fondling her fine natural tits, energetic riding in the saddle, and a hand reaching back to massage my balls all at the same time - a difficult trio of tasks for most chicas. Paid 600 pesos at the end of an excellent 30 minutes.

It was still very early in the evening for me to have completed a session - usually I like to go slow when I've just arrived in TJ - taking in the various sweet and horrible flavors of the zona after my now typical 4-6 week hiatuses. Usually I don't let a chica pull me in early on during my first night in the zona. But it happened, and I was tired and drained still on the L.A. work a day world body clock. I was almost ready to go back to Hotel Ticuan and just relax and go to bed. I came close to doing that, but had to get in a little more depravity.

That came with an hour trip down into the wormhole, Bar Zacazonapan. It was a little less packed than usual for 10:30 on a Friday night, but still plenty of happy lovers of la mota and rock and roll. I actually got a table, ordered from both the wet and dry side of the menu, and emerged an hour later in an even more excellent frame of mind than when I arrived. [For the uninitiated, this bar is like an Amsterdam cafe and you will get a contact high just walking down the steps to the basement location. Formally frequented by loser drug addicts and rateros, it has evolved into a hipster dive bar, packed with non-zona clientele from all over northern Baja, including a selection of local bohemian college girls. It's a fragrant, odd and interesting party on weekend nights, but not particularly a meat market. Also note that possession of small amounts of weed and other drugs has been legal in all of Mexico since last summer, though the public consumption which is a feature of this joint is definitely not legal, but completely tolerated in this bar].

Walked into La Valentina for the first time in a few months - my favorite late night hang until the early closing hours turned it back into the unexciting early hours venue that it had been before being discovered by the late night party crowd a couple of years ago. But this time was different - of course it wasn't like the wild late night gatherings of 2009, but they had enough of their own interesting chicas, both dressed like dancers and sluts and as usual, sprinkled in liberally among the army of meseras. Lots of customers, chica talent and energy in the bar. I didn't do shit but enjoy observing the scene - a couple of wild "meseras" in particular who are always there drawing attention with their exuberant filthy nasty partner "dancing" style. I've never seen either of these meseras serve a drink. I chatted and laughed with a few other aggressive meseras and some chicas I know from other bars who have moved over here, but didn't plant or ficha any of them. Instead, at the ungodly early hour of 1AM, I was headed back to Ticuan.

There I encountered a police barricade, and the taxista had to drop me a block away from the hotel. The owner of this luxury hotel who I have come to know well over the last 2 years, also owns the adjacent mammoth dance club "Las Pulgas". LP presented a concert that night featuring a famous narco-coreido band. There are federal and local laws in Mexico these days aimed at squelching this music. The cops did not want this concert to proceed. But as the owner told the cops, Mexico is not yet Iran and the government can't control free artistic expression. The show would go on. The cops didn't bust the show which would have been chaos considering the thousands of customers packed into the club, but barricaded the surrounding streets making it a pain in the ass to get there with fall out to the owner's hotel operation as well. But in the end, everything the cops did was an exercise in futility.

On Saturday during the day I mainly hung out with the owner, his princess 19 year old novia, and had a long interesting chat with his lawyer. They were childhood friends and I was told some interesting biography of the people and the genesis of this hotel/entertainment empire that they have built.

Trivia Question: How did "Las Pulgas" end up with that strange name (translates to "Fleas")?

Answer: The proprietors opened a small bar and swap-meet on the site in the early 80's. The bar, in the midst of the burgeoning Revo nightlife scene of that era did great business, the swap-meet not so great. So over time, they expanded the bar and reduced the space for the "flea market" until it evolved into the multi-story phenomenon that it is today. The original flea market is no mas.

That afternoon I also visited a new rub and tug establishment for the first time which I believe calls itself "Both Worlds Massage". It was a complete success and I will do a separate post about that subject. Suffice for now to say that this business strives to give TJ what it has not had up until now, a one stop shopping venue for obtaining a REAL massage and a happy ending. Until now, it has been one or the other - with the exception of a small number of Azteca masajistas who were game years ago.

Saturday evening was reserved for an outdate with my current number one chica D****. Not much I can say here. I have been seeing this CC chica for close to 3 years, though some long periods of not seeing her within that time. She has always been an A-1 provider for me, but I never saw her as more than that until recent months. Of course I had gained strong affection for her over the time and our sessions and time together had progressed from excellent to other worldly as good as it gets, but I still regarded it as business and got more personally involved with other chicas. However, that has changed in 2010, and particularly with the absence of La Milagro. My relationship with D has elevated to the point where I can't help but feeling quite legitimately "in love" with her and she has delighted in that change in my approach. I am still one who does not believe in the existence of "true love" and certainly don't believe that feelings like this are enough to sustain an otherwise inappropriate coming together of two people from vastly different worlds and experiences and statuses. However, that doesn't mean the feelings aren't real for the moment and for this moment in time at least, they are the driving force in the time we spend together. Likewise, though she's never going to look at me as she would a young mexican man who she could fall for, she certainly has acquired a level of comfort and trust and emotional reliance with me which equals at the very least, a kind of familial love. And btw, we have too much fucking fun in and out of the hotel. Whatever we have, it is powerful and our scant precious time together is always memorable. She has had health issues in recent months and I worry about her as I would a loved one. The worst seems to be behind her but it remains to be seen if she's past it. I also worry about her ability to survive outside prostitution, because though she may be among the smartest and most together chicas I'm met in TJ, she's also among the most illiterate having been deprived of formal education beyond grade school. Horrendous fate for such a promising young person. She lacks fundamental writing skill and regards a computer as I might regard the controls of the Space Shuttle.

Thus, I fear for her future and it would seem her only hope is to accept a proposal from one of her PLM clients. She has never been anxious until recently to entertain the marriage and other domestic partnership arrangements proposed to her. Now she must consider them as she reaches the horrendous old age of 25, and has a growing number of family members who rely on her for financial assistance if not support. So far, she has not been able to pull the trigger. I know she would accept a proposal from me, but my strongest (though not only) motivation to do such a thing is to Save-A-Ho, and it just isn't going to happen. Damn, I can hardly wait for La Milagro to return next month so who am I to even think about it?

So to take you guys to the end of this torture track, we ate a hearty meal at Pampas - the Brazilian buffet in Zona Rio featuring a huge variety of meats carved onto your plate off of a spit by a brigade of meseros. In line with my resolve to remain in the "relax" zone, we came right back to Ticuan for an intense night of endless love making. On my last trip in late March I broke my all time record for one single extended love making session - about 3.5 hours from first kiss to final blast. We may have surpassed that record by 10-15 minutes on this night. She went home in the morning to take her son to church (I can't talk her out of this though clearly she's getting closer to my irreverent views than those of the Padre...but does not care to trample on her traditions and take "Pascal's Wager"). I slept a few more hours, had breakfast on the house with the owner, his novia (a take your breath away 19 year old sweetheart from Sinaloa), brother (co-owner), and lawyer at the just opened Ticuan restaurant - they don't bring a check to the owners' table.

Not wild times as in the past, but a wonderful relaxing weekend that came together exactly as I had hoped.

Next trip should be an extended one during the Memorial Day week - some more time to play and the potential jolt of La Milagro's return, but I am still planning to keep it on the mellow side.

Sounds like a great trip mixing in the old with some new talent. Always a pleasure reading your adventures down there.

Good report! Feelings for women thought, all kinds of women, to me seem hard. I guess that is why man created drugs of escape.....

I'm not much of a "fall in love" guy and have survived my entire long life without matrimony. Love and illusions therof have happened a few times, but powerful fear of commitment and compromising my independence trumps that loving feeling, or so it seems.

I'm a natural born monger though I never played with a hooker until I was already 44. But I have been seeing this chica in TJ over a 3-4 year period - the longest running favorita I ever had doing more than casual short term sessions. She has been a spectacular provider - over time we connected beyond the business and I can't quit her. Bottom line is, no matter how hard a dude thinks he is, you can't enjoy ultimate passionate intimacy with a chica for more than 3 years and not develop feelings. That would be inhuman. None of us are that hard and impenetrable....OK, some of us are probably textbook sociopaths, but not I. Not you either if you take a 3 year ride down the same highway - you'll get to the same destination, like it or not.

I have seen a couple of providers on the side for a few years myself (including one for 5 years), but just cannot develop any feelings beyond a sense of trust and understanding. In my head, I just cannot ever forget they are a GDP..even if they quit the business. That puts a complete block in my head, period! I have a sense of lust with them - certainly not passionate intimacy. I have seen too many guys go down in flames that do develop feelings for working girls over time.

When I first started mongering confused feelings of lust and love crept in my head at times, but that is long gone! At this point I do not trust any of them, nor would I ever consider anything resembling a relationhship with a working girl. No up side.... plenty of regular girls out there to bother.

Nonlovingmarvin, you and I are extreme veterans and God knows we don't need to be wasting our time engaging in any discussions about "relationships" with working girls. A relationship is a tangible definable entity and I don't ever pursue textbook relationships with these girls regardless of feelings, and it is only feelings that I'm addressing and can't deny.

So there are two chicas currently who I feel this way about. If they are sad, I'm sad. If they're happy, I'm happy for them. If they are in jeopardy of some kind, I'm concerned. If they struggle, I want to aid them in their struggle. If a caballero will come along and rescue them, I will wish them the best. Pretty simple natural human connection and its difficult for me to understand how others similarly situated could not feel the same way.

I have great admiration for the chica who is the subject of this thread because she overcame incredible adversity thrust on her at the ultra tender age of 12, and survived against the odds to do as well as she's doing while avoiding obvious traps that similarly situated chicas almost automatically fall into. She has absorbed all the victimization and has never spread any of that on me.

Your comments show that you have placed a scarlet letter on even your special chicas. It's hard for me to get that when it comes to guys like us who have not really fucked that many fewer women than they have fucked men - and if there is a quantitative difference, is it really qualitative? We are worthy of trust but they are not? Certainly I understand that perspective but don't share it. I personally would disqualify about 97% of the chicas from any relationship pool, but my reason for avoiding committed relationships applies equally to "civilians" on both sides of the border. I'm an equal opportunity relationship avoider. That's my own issue. I have a date this Wednesday with a very well preserved mature woman in L.A. who has probably had sex with about 3-4 men in her entire life at most. Wonder what she'd think if she knew I've been with I'd guess about 700-800 women?

Feelings are not definable entities because they can be completely illusory. When I'm in the heat of passion with a chica and feeling it, I will tell her its real enough for the moment, but ultimately like being high on a drug - reality will set in when we get up tomorrow morning. Sure enough it does - not wiping out respect and familial or platonic love if you will, but those special passionate moments that drive doomed relationships are kept in their place.

I agree and understand you. In some aspects we - meaning mongers - are not much different from them, but the problem is that once you open up your heart and feelings, then it is easy to get sucked into all their personal problems and issues. I hang out in a hooker bar on a regular basis (In Rio, not TJ - but location does not really matter) and hear millions of stories. Most of the girls really can't be helped. A girl telling you she has financial problems paying her bills, will not blink an eye buying a $200 pair of shoes before paying those bills. I just see it so often.. there might be that VERY rare 1% that is genuine, but the longer I hobby the more doubts I have that the even the 1% exists. I have heard too many guys tell me "but my girl is different", that is until the point the girl breaks the guy both financially and emotionally.

5 years ago I had a soft spot somewhere in my heart, but at this point it is gone ... I believe nothing with these girls.

We might sleep with 700-800 women, but it is a business transaction...We pay X for service. Period, at least for me. Getting sucked into emotional drama and paying to be part of a soap opera doesn't interest me....especially if it has a negative effect on my emotions and finances. Best to avoid....

I agree with your "best to avoid". I often place myself in a vulnerable situation for being sucked in because of the unfortunate fact that circumstances limit me to TJ. You know well that incredible GFE service doesn't come by default as I understand it does in Rio. So connecting is an occupational hazard for a monger like me who would not even bother to participate for anything less than fully engaged GFE service. If I had access to Rio and Thailand, et al., I'd play it much more causally and develop many fewer "connections". But in TJ, the connection is often the price of ultimate service. It has to be cultivated.

I do have a screening process and I'm completely honest about my agenda with the chicas...they know I don't have money to throw around and I make sure they understand there is no green card attached to my dick. If they're good with it, we proceed. Chicas who don't want to be mostly straight with me fail the screening. At this point I really do have it down to a science and never have any problems with my top providers. I have to say it is pleasing to see them evolve from the puta false facades, gradually opening up as trust builds to show their true selves when they are with me...of course that is also part of the trap that leads to genuine feelings.

This is not aimed at you lovingmarvin, but the discussion has skirted the edges. It absolutely kills me when I hear a lifestyle monger saying that he can't be with a hooker because she's fucked so many dudes - with the subtext being about the hypocritical double standard that unchaste women are marked sluts whereas unchaste men are studs. Of course it is really the other way around. Prostitutes as a rule do what they do to survive economically and not because they are promiscuous. Mongers are promiscuous dirty bastards!

To be honest, when my options were limited to Mexico - both TJ and Nuevo Laredo - way back, I did try to cultivate relationships as well...and I did. Ended up with a GF from Papagayo's (a hooker bar in NL)...To this date I shiver when seeing Western Union (which rob you blind as well with fees) signs, which I used at times to send her money to "help". In the end it would have been about the same to fly to Rio or Thailand cost wise :-) Believe it or not, but I still see her every now and then...even after 7 years. Incredibly she always had a tourist visa for the US, so I would invite her along on some of my business trips. So I guess in the end the money was well spent...

If I lived close to TJ I would be doing the same thing as you....minus the emotional part :-)

Great report and continue to have fun!

I'll add only that chicas who want to connect with me via Western Union don't survive the screening. I have visited the WU joint twice in L.A., once when one of my current favs (La Milagro) after being away for 7 months in her tierra asked me to send her $35 that she needed to have enough for a bus ticket back to TJ. I was happy to come through with that.

Two years ago I was seeing a 20 year old TJ civilian - a factory worker earning $65 for full time work. She lived with a chicano uncle and her mexicana aunt who had papers by virtue of being married to a U.S. citizen, and relied on them for support beyond her measly factory salary. Well, these idiots got busted at the border trying to smuggle an undocumented family member north in the fucking trunk of their car. They were detained in the U.S. awaiting trial for months. I would consult with their SD lawyer from time to time, and was happy to send the chica money to make ends meet during this time. When the situation returned almost to normal,I had to exit the scene since she was a sexual novice - it was fun to bring her along in the early stages, but her progress stalled and of course she was hoping for a green card, and I'm nothing but a dirty monger pig! Along comes La Milagro....clinical nymphomaniac.

I only sent money to the Pagagayo girl for things to faciliate the trips to meet me...like the bus fare from Monclova to Laredo (She stopped being a GDP in NL with all the drug violence there and lack of gringo customer's), and a passport renewal when I needed her to meet me in Los Angeles a few years ago. In the end my cost for her were just travel costs, since I never gave her money for actually spending time with me (only in the beginning for normal sessions inside the whorehouse). So it actually was a good deal overall. I just ignored the other requests for money when she was back in Mexico for various reason - telling her I would send it, and then never do..or keep telling her I forgot, etc... But it always pissed me off to no end to pay like $15 to Western Union to send her the $40 or so for the bus fare...

The last couple of times when I have seen her, I made her borrow the money from a relative and pay her back when I see her....

7 years later I still tell her we will marry one day...yeah right :-)..but she keeps taking the bait so it shall continue for now....