I made arrangements to stay at the same place as last time, Cora Aparta-Hotel in Granada. The flight got in on time this trip, and the same driver met me. My first-night girl from the last trip, Monica, was supposed to meet me at 8:30, and I got to the hotel about 8:20. The room this time—at I think a little higher price than the previous room—wasn’t as nice. It was a studio—one big room with a bed, a kitchen separated by a low wall/countertop, and two bathrooms. Last month, the apartment I rented had a separate bedroom. This one had a nice big balcony, though, with a fifth-floor view of the city.

I told the portero that I would be in the shower but was expecting Monica. Like last time, the electric water heater was off when I arrived, so I turned it on but got a cold shower. I didn’t feel comfortable enough in Spanish to tell the portero I was finished showering, and wasn’t sure I could easily figure out how to use the phone, so I went down to the lobby to tell him. Monica was waiting.

First off, I gave her a couple of gifts I had brought: a panties from Victoria’s Secret (free with a coupon) and a tube of Victoria’s Secret lotion. She loved them, and immediately started showing me her appreciation, kissing me all over. Very little LFK or DFK, but lots of tongue action elsewhere—and two hickeys. We made love for a while, then went to Ave Sexta (two blocks away) for a bite. By this time, my restaurant of choice was closed, so we ate at one that was open on the corner of Calle 16 (I think)—which I would not recommend.

We came back, made love again, slept, and repeated in the morning. It wasn’t as good this time as I remembered. Monica was affectionate, kissing and licking me all over, but not as much into the screwing. When she came, she closed her legs up to keep me from penetrating, which wasn’t much fun any more since I hadn’t come yet. The second time that night, I couldn’t come that way, so I finally had her suck me to completion (which had a little more tooth than usual, possibly due to an unusual position)—she took it in her mouth and swallowed. In the morning, same leg-closing, and I didn’t come at all before I lost my erection (after quite a while of sucking and fucking). Same price as last time, 250K including 70K “cab fare.”

After Monica left, I took a cab to Chipechape to the cambio there, but it was only paying 1,750, so I continued on to Western Union in the adjacent Carrefours shopping center. I only got 1,780 there.

As soon as I got back, I asked the guy at the desk to call Angel, the chica I met last trip, about whom I had such a good feeling that I came to Cali pretty much primarily to see her. He told her Mr. Hunterman was calling—I don’t think she knew my last name, but she did know I was coming to see her. She said she would be there in an hour. I went next door to Juan Valdez coffee shop, and read yesterday’s paper. A very attractive chica sat nearby, but no eye contact.

Angel was only a few minutes later than the hour. She greeted me in the lobby with a big smile and kisses on each cheek, and we went up to the room. I was a little uncomfortable as two other doors were open on my floor, with quite a few people in each one (apparently in town for a wedding) with a view of the elevator. Not that she was dressed sluttily, but she’s an attractive, busty girl. She’s a Paisa spinner, 1.49 meters tall, 42 kg, of which probably 4 kg is breasts, some of that silicone. 33 years old.

In the room, she gave me a big kiss. I had presents for her, too—a SPECIAL pair of Victoria Secret panties I had picked out just for her (unlike the ones for Monica, which were one of a half dozen I had accumulated by being on their promotional mailing list, and getting a coupon for a free pair every month). Plus a tube of lotion and a bottle of perfume left over from the last trip. [Victoria’s Secret has a good deal on colognes and lotions, 6 for $30, and the chicas love them.]

She asked if she should try the panties on, and I said “Of course.” She wanted to see them, but there was no mirror in the room other than the one above the sink in the bathroom. I thought I’d be cute, so I wrapped my arms around her thighs and started to lift her up just outside the bathroom door. Unfortunately, I miscalculated the center of gravity thing, and fell over backwards, knocking over a table with a round glass insert over the wood top, which promptly smashed on the tiled floor. Fortunately, neither of us was hurt, and we had a (shaky) laugh.

From there we went to bed, and I persuaded her not to require a condom (having had a vasectomy comes in handy). We made love, made out, and made conversation for the next 5 hours. It was delightful, I felt that we really connected. She speaks no English, and my Spanish is a work in progress, but we still communicated reasonably well.

There was a tall building visible from the balcony, and she said there was a restaurant on top, and a disco. I said, let’s go, I like high-rise restaurant experiences (the one in Bangkok was certainly worth the expense). Well, we got there and the only restaurant turned out to be the Torre de Cali hotel restaurant on the ground floor. We ate there anyway, it was a very good meal. Not too expensive, either. But it was way too early for the disco to be happening. Angel got the name of a recommended club from the waitress, and we had the hotel call a cab. Good security there, the hotel wouldn’t let just any cab get us (several stopped for us), the taxi had to be the one called and ask for Angel by name.

We set out for the club, but the taxista told her it was a little place and not much good (in his opinion), he knew a good club that he would take us to. Always one for adventure, I said OK. Where did he pull up but Club Salsa, the one Yolanda had taken me to the last trip! Great, that was a fun place.

I paid the 5K apiece entrada, and we were frisked and went in. This Saturday night at about 9, it was almost empty. The previous time there, which was earlier on a Sunday night, it had been two-thirds full. But I ordered agua, which the waiter (same waiter as served me agua last time) said they didn’t have. They didn’t have the soft drink that Angel ordered, either. There was a two-drink minimum, and they weren’t selling anything we were interested in buying, so we left.

Back to the apartment, where we made love, made out, and made conversation until we went to sleep. Same in the morning. We went to look for breakfast in the light rain, and son found that everything nearby was closed. Damn, I had hoped to get something at ChocoColombia around the corner from the apartment. So we took a taxi to a place that was open, and had a decent breakfast. She checked her voice mail—she had been really good about not interrupting our time by taking phone calls at all, just occasionally looking at the phone to see if her son was calling—and said people were calling from work wondering where she was. Apparently she missed work to be with me, which made me feel special (like a good whore should).

We came back and talked a little more. She said she had to go to take her son to church which she never missed on Sundays, and would be gone for just over an hour, but would be back. She asked for 400K since she missed work, even seemed a little apologetic, but that amount was no problem for me—we had a very good 22 hours together. I paid her, and amazingly, she actually did come back, even though I would have to leave an hour later. We had a very sweet, emotional session. She told me to make sure I wore a condom with those other girls.

This wasn’t your ordinary whore. She “said” she had started working in the club six months before when there wasn’t enough work for her at the hospital, where she is some kind of nurse or assistant. And there were a number of little things she said and did that made me think she could be novia material. So I did something that I still am not sure was the right thing, but we’ll see. And I’m not entirely sure why I did it.

When I met her last trip, at the end of a fantastic session when I was getting her phone and email, I told her I wanted to take her to Cartagena, and mentioned it again in my first email. Of course, after one hour with someone, taking her anywhere for a few days would be a real gamble, possibly a real disaster, and unlikely to work out—I realized this as I was writing up the trip report, thinking with my big head. So this time, I had told her I was going on to Medellin so I didn’t seem to be breaking a “promise.”

Already on this trip, I had shown her a profile on ColombianCupid my friend Randalst had sent me of a Cali girl he had been working, and was suggesting that I contact her. He said she was really hot (she looked that way in her profile) and wanted 400K (didn’t say what that covered). I showed it to Angel to demonstrate that I preferred her over this really sexy chica (“look what I passed up for you”), but then had to explain about the dating site. She asked me if I was looking for marriage and I told her no, not particularly, I was just interested in meeting girls and dating. I’m not sure she believed me.

By the end of our time, I was wanting a better relationship with her, and thought that at least I could be partially honest and gain some relationship points, even if I wasn’t going to be completely honest about the extent of my mongering activities and the condom thing. So I told her the truth, and that I didn’t want to hurt her feelings by telling her I was going to Cartagena without her.

I wasn’t sure how she was taking it, even with my explaining on Google Translate—and I didn’t have time to translate the Spanish back into English and correct it, as the translator doesn’t always do it right. She seemed dubious, but there wasn’t much time before I had to leave. She gave me a warm goodbye, and I gave her some taxi fare.

That was Sunday. Tuesday, I bought a phone chip and texted her that I was thinking of her, that I couldn’t get her out of my mind—which was true, at least while I wasn’t with other girls. She sent me back a somewhat sharp text about good luck with finding girls for marriage, so I knew I had hurt her a bit. This time, I wrote a long email:

I sense that you are hurt from your text message, which upsets me. Please do not feel that way, I do not want negative feelings between us. I did not expect to like you so much. That is why I became honest with you, to change the relationship from protecting myself to allowing new possibilities beyond sex. Now, I am very sorry I deceived you, but at the time it did not seem like a problem.

I came to Cartagena to relax on the beach and meet girls for sex, not to look for marriage. My friend used the dating site to meet girls for sex, and he convinced me to try it. I met two girls in Cali through the site, and it was not a good experience for me. No more. My membership expired, and I am not renewing it.

Since I am paying you, I have no idea whether you actually like me, or are just working. I hope you like me as much as I like you, but only time will tell.

I really enjoyed being with you, and not just the sex. Do you think it is possible for us to have more of a relationship?

I made sure it translated correctly, and included the original English in the email. She called me the next day, and what little I understood included the feeling that she was OK with our relationship developing. And when I called her from the plane to tell her goodbye, there was genuine delight in her voice to hear from me. And an email I received right after I got home said that “my gringo” is a good man, she’d like to see me again, but with “clearer ideas,” whatever that means.

So who knows what will happen—or even where I want this to go. To be continued…..

320k for one girl and 400k a day for another. Is that the norm for Cali or is that on the high side?
I would be the last person to tell someone how to spend their money. I am just curious because I will be going to Cali in a couple of months and would like to know what to expect. It appears that there are cheaper venues there or am I mistaken?

Trek

Treker: I don't know about day rates but the casas in Cali typically charge 40-60k for a 30 minute session.

Treker: The 250K INCLUDED her taxi fare from far away, a deal my friend who didn't come with me negotiated the last trip. But we know she took the bus. The casas are cheaper, but you're paying an hourly rate. My friend had obtained some higher quotes: he was negotiating with one girl to come down from Pereira for the weekend, she's a model with a voluptuous body and beautiful face. But she wanted a million pesos plus travel, with everything covered (i.e., CBJ), no photos, who knows what other restrictions.

Infanticide is correct. I was enjoying an hour for around 80K at the casas my first trip. For 250K, Monica pleasured me from 8:30 PM to 10 AM, the 400K gave me almost 24 hours with an Angel.

In any event, I am certainly no expert on Cali rates (yet). I suspect that if you have a casa girl see you TLN on off-duty hours, 100K to 150K plus dinner should make her happy if she likes you.

Thanks guys. I have one more los And phils trip on the agenda and then I am going to spend more time in SA using this spanish I have been learning for the last 3 years.

Besides a plane ticket to LOS is 2k now.

Hunter enjoy your trip

"This wasn’t your ordinary whore"

Birdlips, how did you manage to hack into Hunterman's account?

So what's the difference between her and any other prostitute? She charged you for her company and made you feel very special. Nothing new with that scenario. The only questions I have is how many guys has she popped since you've returned home and if you were to ask and she answered none, would you believe her?

I won't condemn you HM but I question your judgment. Are any CH Members in a successful long term relationship with a former prostitute? If so, I'd like to read about it.

Glad to read you really enjoyed your trip and once again appreciate your brutal honesty.

I have been in a relationship with a former prostitute for what will be 8 years in September. I won't get into very many details about our relationship, however if you don't wisecrack about things like are you sure she's still a former prostitute? I will gladly answer any questions you have.

Interesting, maybe I'm taking the narrow view but it's not a situation I would consider. Not that a relationship could never work but it would seem to have little chance of enduring in most cases. It's been said gals who have been in the business may have deep seeded mental or emotions issues which may not be resolved but look who's talking, I suppose that's why we're all here!

For most of my life my view was exactly the same as your current view. However when you meet the right person in the right circumstance it's not all that difficult to completely change your view.

Besides I'm an old bastard that likes younger women, in fact much younger.

Me too, Player!

I said she wasn't an ordinary whore because of a number of little things she did, like clean up things that didn't have to be cleaned up, and just the way she reacted in various circumstances. The kind of mother I saw her being (I'm not at all enthusiastic about the son, BTW).

I've been around a long time, Popcorn, and have been with quite a few ordinary whores and a very few extraordinary ones. This one is a bit different--but not in the way Birdlips means. Just that I think she may be the one in 100 or 1000 that has potential.

My judgment is that I have no idea whether it makes any sense for me to try to get into a relationship with a non-English-speaking puta, whether or not that is her chosen career, or if she is trying to make ends meet by moonlighting at it (as she says). And I have no idea whether it might work--I know the odds are poor. But I had an especially GREAT time with her for 24 hours, and want to do it again. More than with the other exceptional whores. As I said, to be continued....

My cousin married a Brasileira, I was with him the night he met her at Help. She continued her puta career until they were married, and it has been somewhat rocky over their 7 years, neither a disaster nor a success. And of course, the sex isn't the same

By the way, I will not be sending her any money, and if she asks, it will change my ideas about her. I may send her an English language course, though....

"This wasn’t your ordinary whore"...I think it is because he said he persuaded her to go bareback sex. For a lot of guys, nothing says "I want to be your girlfriend (and I am different)" more than through their little head.

There's more than a handful of p4p girls I stay in contact with through MSN from a long time ago (5+ years) as just friends. Though none of them are addicted to hard-drugs, all of them are most certainly damaged goods in some way. All desperately want to forget that part of their life, but they can't. They say they can't sustain normal relationships outside their own family and suffer from depression even though they are all still in their 20's.
And ALL of them can STILL easily be coersed into having p4p-sex (even if they are actively involved in a relationship). 2 recently sent me fotos of themselves...and making quite clear they were still available for sex if I wanted...and I think I will.

Normal women with good education/upbringing/values are screwy in relationships as it is...yet, some how a girl with none of that AND who fucks for money underneath it all is not??

Everyone has opinions on this and I'm fine with most proclivities any adult sees fit to pursue. Forget the likelihood as to whether she's mentally/emotionally impaired. Planning for some type of future with a gal who's fucking anyone who pays her enough would prohibit me from ever having strong feelings for her. If she truly quit the business that's a bit better but I still wouldn't go there. The first time she popped and yelled some John's name I guess I'd put $50.00 on the dresser and move out.

Popcorn, I'm not "planning for some type of future" beyond seeing her again, and spending some time with her. There are plenty of unknowns which could turn me off once known. For instance, I haven't been able to assess her level of intelligence. If it doesn't turn out to be above average, that's a problem. Just one of many possible findings that would make me lose interest.

Cincoleche, yes, bareback and big tits, that's all it takes. Seriously, though, I've barebacked hundreds of whores, that's not it. There are intangibles here that I cannot communicate. You all know I've been around, just look at my 16 other trip reports dating back to 2004, which was several years after I started mongering.

I don't expect that she doesn't have issues and/or problems. I know I do, so we just have to have issues that offset each other

Hunterman doesn't read like a guy in puppy love, he hasn't even used such language. He just wants to pursue a "special" relationship with a garota. He and we all know the problems that will come from that. Hell I think problems will come from an American and any lower class 3rd world girl, no matter how nice. Just can't bridge the attitude differences.

Most of the really good looking girls I end up with who have a personality and put on a show of being sweet have me dreaming while in their arms of a life together. It always fades when I put on my pants, but I like it while it lasts. Sounds like Mr. H has found a way to make it last a little longer. I really appreciate his willingness to share it all with the unappreciative uncouth whore mongers on this board.

Hey Hunterman, as someone who has also been to both Medellin & Cali, is Cartagena worth the trip?

I was thinking of skipping Cartagena altogether and checking out Bogota instead.

Not downplaying anyone's feelings, but a good whore plays the part of a courtesan. When they do, we end up with threads like so ;)

Hope all is well HM!

You get it, Jjgettis. Thanks. You're right, I have no illusions, but can savor the enjoyment while (if) it lasts.

Infanticide, I can't give a decent opinion on that. I never made it to the casas. I only got a brief look into LDV, but it was too early to see what kind of action was there, and an hour in Tu Candela, which is a mixed venue that didn't appear to have many working girls when I was there. I skipped Hollywood Playa, the prime beach pick-up place. That more dark-skinned girls are available is about all I can say definitively. The light-skinned girls I was with were all Paisas.

It was easy for me to score all the girls I needed without leaving the premises of my building, see the second part of my report to be posted (hopefully) tomorrow. Also, the place was filled with Easter week (spring break) tourists, which made it a little hard to get a good fix on the normal scene.

I would definitely go back, myself, if only to check out the casa scene while enjoying a nice beach resort. I'm suspecting, though, that Medellin is the #1 spot.

DM, good to hear from you. You're right, the best whores are good courtesans--it's almost an insult to call them whores, in a class with less accomplished companions. She just may be a little more accomplished than most, to show me those little things I haven't seen before that make me think of her as special. I know, and if she is such a good courtesan, I'm still buying (with money, not emotions). As I told her, I don't know if whether it's the money or that we really connected. Yet. Obviously, I'd like to think she really likes me, but realistically now....

Also, as you'll see in the Cartagena section, I found Tatiana's exotic looks and perfect spinner body extremely attractive (more attractive than Angel to be sure), overwhelmingly sexy (oh that deep throat and more), got BBFS, she's affectionate the way I like it more than any other girl I've been with anywhere--yet I have no special feeling wanting to connect with her. She's just a really good courtesan.

Go figure.

Ok Huterman. We are school awaiting with baited breath for some pictures.

Glad you are having a good time.

MM

Seriously, though, I've barebacked hundreds of whores

That's just really crazy in so many ways. If there's no more line drawn between intimacy with someone you care about and a sex provider, perhaps a woman whose fucked equally as many johns bareback without knowing them would make a good relationship....thats some sound logic right there.

Don't understand your logic, CL. Intimacy for me is not determined by whether or not there is a thin layer of some material separating our genitals during sex. I've had intimate relationships where condom use was a requirement that I had no problem with. But that was right after AIDS emerged, before that condom use was rare in my circles.

Anyway, I never said I was mentally/emotionally healthy or prime material for a relationship.

Every guy that dates a whore and likes (or falls in love with one), says the same thing "She is different", "not like the rest", etc, etc....the end result is almost always the same - it almost never works out! Probably worse odds then playing the lottery, but the problem is that much more is at stake when it comes to ones finances (After all you are not gambling with just a $1.00 ticket).

In the end they are all the same... best to leave the money on the dresser as one mentioned before and move on the next. Saves alot of headaches and problems in the future....

I also agree with the Hunterman's statement on the use, or lack thereof, of condom's. Plenty of hookers will go bare, even without a relationship!

And all that fantasy of great sex - the future looks alot more bleak once you settle into a routine and the reality of living with a whore. Once she becomes spoils, shows her true colors, etc, that great sex goes away....along with alot of your $$$$.

This is a sport of illusion - she will try to make you feel special to get $$ or whatever else she needs, and the monger will do the same to get great sessions.... Everybody lies, that is just one of those things that is part of the hobby!!!

Every time I read these types of reports I think of the need for a mongering intervention - Save someone from making the same mistakes other mongers have made along the way and learned the hard way!!!

Luckily for me, I saw this happen to too many other guys which prevented me from going down the same path... Actually, I have been banging someones wife for a number of years - she is a former working girl that now lives in the Northeast US. Without giving away too many details, he is paying the bills, getting almost never laid since she never really liked him or was never that attracted to him to begin with, and I am getting the benefits when I have a chance to visit her neck of the woods.... at least while she is stuck with him counting down the 2 year green card period...

Hunterman

Thanks for the great report, wish I was there with you it sounds like you are having a great trip.
I really don’t understand why some mongers don’t get that working girls are women too and the likelihood of having a relationship with them is as good or bad as with any other women. All women come with some kind of baggage and pros are no different, we live in a world where most marriages end in divorce (and that’s the good new the rest end in death). At leased with a pro the fucking your getting is the fucking your paying for, how many married or divorced guys can say the same?
I guess it’s a by-product of a mongering lifestyle that I have a few friends that have had long term relationships with working girls and even a few that are happily married and have kids with ex-pros. Ironically as I think of my mates, most have been divorced including those who are now with ex working girls and if you met their ex wives in most cases a working girl is a step up from what they where married to.
I think that spending time with a good GFE is a bit like seeing a good film, you can ruin it for yourself by reminding yourself constantly that what’s going on isn’t real or you can buy into the premise for an hour or two and have a real great time. Sometimes probably no fewer or more then would come out of good old dating it can grow into something more.
On a personal note I had an ex pro as a girl friend for a few years and she was great, we broke up because she wanted kids. She never went back to the life and now owns an upmarket store. We are still friends I am godfather to her kid and a friend of her husbands, he knows her history.
So have a great trip and thanks for all the info.

Quote: "....that working girls are women too and the likelihood of having a relationship with them is as good or bad as with any other women"

Are you serious? Just keep believing that...

"...in most cases a working girl is a step up from what they where married to"...that certainly says more about the guys then the girls....that is sad indeed! If you truly monger enough and are around enough of these girls, I have a hard time believing would make those statements.

OR, you simply accept sub-par in a woman and maybe truly have been around them way too much...which is also sad as well.

LM, I am aware of everything that you and others point out, and I myself have made those points on this board. Almost any kind of long-term relationship is unlikely to be very fruitful. As my cousin who married a Brasileira found out, the sex isn't the same after a while, and there isn't much of it. So sex cannot be the basis of a relationship. However, I think, many mongers delude themselves that the "specialness" of the girl is separate from the great sex, but it is really not that distinct from her skill set as a courtesan. In fact, it is very difficult to actually get to know a woman you start off having hot sex with enough to determine whether the basics of a relationship exist. And when there is a language barrier, as with Brasileiras or Spanish-speakers, it is even more difficult. There’s also the culture barrier, plus many mongers are twice the age of their “special” girl (or more). Fantasy and delusion can win out over rational thought, it’s much more exciting.

As for the girls, how would we know that they don’t simply see us as their ticket out of poverty? The good ones are skilled at making US feel special—is it for real or is it for the benefits? Can we really know?

As I think I indicated, I’m not sure where I want my relationship with Angel to go, where it might go, or where it is even possible to go. I’m hangin’ loose. At the least, I want more time with her. I have a clear-headed understanding that the “specialness” I see in her is NOT related to her courtesan skills —Tatiana actually had better courtesan skills, but otherwise wasn’t “special” to me. In any event, whatever relationship I do have with Angel will be the better for my expression of interest in a serious relationship—that’s my motive at this time.

LM
Don’t feel sad my friend, I appreciate your concern but I am enjoying my life. I have enjoyed reading your short and snappy reports and comments and its clear that you have also been around the block a few times. Have you never met a working girl that you thought you could fall for? It seems that you have had some really great times and “crazy girlfriends“(to quote you) over the years.

Part of the point I was trying to make, obviously rather ineptly, was that working girls are not from another plant but in a lot of ways are just women with all the good and bad that that involves. You don’t have to worry I will not be giving any working girl a key to my pad or bank account anytime soon.

HM, given that I hold talented whores by far and way in the highest esteem, I didn't intend any slight. I fancy the ones that go beyond the basics (i.e. sex) as well and they end up sticking around for a couple days.

To most of the peanut gang, it's HMs dime and trip- If he's enjoying himself, the rest is irrelevant. Working girls are girls too and I have taken a fancy to a few in my day.

The rates are outrageous and 70k for a taxi? I she coming from Buga, no really? I mean seriously a 10 hr bus ride from Cali to Bogota is 65k. 250-300k for an hour or 2 in Cali is really crazy. Especially you said one is in her 30's. I can still get 100k tln from Elescoses girls if they like you and you can charm them. I thought you said you were going to try and find and experienced Cali wingman?

Monica's deal was worked out by my friend, so as far as I was concerned I was paying 250K for TLN, however she wanted to characterize the funds. And I got my money's worth, compared to the 60-80K/hr places. Anyway, that's it for Monica, you're right, she's too expensive (and now too familiar). In retrospect, I should have gone to casas that first night, or even called Angel right away--one of which I will do the next time.

The only reason I paid Angel that much was that she told me she had missed work to see me and needed the money. If (when) we meet again, I expect to pay her little or nothing. If I am indeed "her gringo," as her recent emails have been referring to me. And again, that was for almost 24 hours.

I didn't need a wingman this time because I came to Cali briefly primarily to see Angel, and wanted to see Monica again, since she gave me such a good time before. Of course, all too often, the first time is the best, and it goes downhill from there.

BTW, where's/what's Elescoses?

Elescoses is a nightclub in the north next to the Hotel Intercontinental. It is filled with all working girls in thongs. Im surprised you didn't have time to explore it for you would have surely fallen in love there. Didn't I tell you about it when I sent you that PM? You can pay the take out fee or if you befriend a good waiter he will tell you what time they are closing to avoid the take out fee. Negotiate with each girl separately for they are all different.

If you're interested in something longterm - not for sex, but for companionship by a girl who cares about you - I don't think you can include putas in that mix. When I was playing hard in Brazil for the five years after my divorce, I tried all styles; staying with one, all the way to having an amiga line up 3 a day a couple weeks before my arrival. It got so bad, I had to differentiate Solange I from Solange II to my friend (I swear to god), because there happened to be two Solanges on my list. I was practicing Taoist techniques (not cumming every time), so I could get to all the girls on my list, lol. It was maddness and I can laugh about it now.

When I got tired of living alone in the States and the inevitable withdrawal after trips (some extended trips, like 3 months and 5 months), I left myself open to a real relationship. But I would never date or marry a former or current puta. Some guys don't agree with me on this, but I think once a girl accepts direct cash for direct sex, she's never the same again. I believe there is a deep, fundamental change in the way she will view men in the future. With that, I decided to find a girl on a dating site. Turns out a girl I wanted to see on Brazil Cupid already had a boyfriend, but she said she had a friend (who was not on the site). I met her friend. Long story short; we spent time, I discovered she had a network of normal male and female friends, she had a job and her own apartment and had a loving family. I also found her to be honest over the course of a couple of years. So we did the fiance visa, and she's with me now, five years after we met, and she's enrolled in school here. Her English is getting better and better. She continues to adapt to the new culture, though she takes trips back whenever she wants.

Everybody knows the sex changes, and there will almost certainly be the gaining of some weight in this culture. I was married for 18 years to my Ex, so I knew exactly what to expect. That's why I insisted on a double standard before we cut the deal; I would be able to travel alone when I wanted. I have, and will in the future. But truth be told, after a few days, I'm looking forward to getting back with my sweetie. She's the dedicated type who will be with me when things go south, just as I've been with her through the ordeal with this country's horrible immigration program.

A serious relationship isn't for everybody. It wasn't for me if it was with a gringa. No how, no way, never again. But a foreign girl who's real, appreciative, from a good background? With Brazilian skin and an ass of the most beautiful kind? Uhh...sold.

Keep putas in one category, and real prospects in another. There are nice, considerate, honest girls in the world, who will understand your failings as a monger. That doesn't mean you take advantage of that fact. But it does mean you won't feel trapped if you land one of these girls. You'll know you can have it (mongering), if you need it - without losing the whole deal. And most important, if it's real, it's rewarding to see someone have a shot at life, who wouldn't have otherwise. And for that, you get loyalty, companionship, and if she's 21 years younger (as mine is), it's a good bet you won't die alone, ie., you'll have someone besides the doc to make the decision whether to pull the plug.

There's something to be said for that...

Hey, Randalst, great to hear from you--and thanks for introducing me to Colombia, and Cali where I met Angel. You're my inspiration, I'd like to follow in your footsteps.

I am aware of the puta problem, so it's pretty unlikely I'd marry one. But stay tune for the soon-to-be-posted report on my recent trip for more developments.

Do you really think that a Colombiana could have the degree of tolerance that your Brasileira has, to allow mongering while married?