Day 5. I have always looked down on two types of hombres: I have little use for guys who abuse chicas, and I have felt that guys who got involved emotionally with chicas were setting themselves up for heartache.

My rule has been to treat chicas with respect and kindness, but maintain a degree of personal space. I have tried to remember that what they do for a living changes them, and not for the better. So while I can understand why they do what they do, and while I can enjoy the pleasure of their company, relationships with chicas must have boundaries.

I still believe these principles, but I can no longer say that I live by them.

I find myself wondering what clothes I should wear for my date with Luz. Should I buy wine? Flowers? I take out my English/Spanish dictionary and compose cleaver sentences en espanol to try out during the evenin. I am, in short, dangerously close to crossing over an invisible relationship boundary...

Luz is due at 9 PM. I am ready by 7, the anxiety building by the minute. Could she really be as good as I remember? Will she show up on time, or at all?

These thoughts are interrupted at 8:30 by the ringing of the telephone. I am certain it will be Luz telling me that she won't be able to make it or that she will be late.

It was Luz, alright, but she was in the lobby and wondered if she could come up early? Uh, sure. Two minutes later she is at my door.

She is the same cute girl I remembered from our earlier date. She smiles. I smile back, unable to recall all the cleaver lines I had composed earlier.

"What are we going to do on our overnight date?," she asks. I tell her we are going to make passionate love, shower, get dressed and go out to a nice restaurant. I remind her that she told me she gets very hungry after good sex. So I expected that she would be starving after an hour or so.

She grins and demonstrates her approval. As with Miriam, I tell Luz that I am glad she has no silicona. She jokingly pats her ass and says "silicona." She thinks her ass is too big. I tell her I think it is perfect. She attacks me.

Later, we head to Broccolino, a very nice Italian restaurant not far from the hotel on Cordoba. Luz orders sorrentinos, a pasta not unlike ravioli. We also order a nice chardonnay. Muy rico.

We enjoy a liesurely meal. True to her word about being hungry after sex, she finishes every bite of her pasta and wants dessert. She shares a bite or two of her flan with me.

As the waiter brings the check, Luz announces that she wants to go to some of the clubs in Recoleta. She has never visited any of the spots in that part of town and wants to check out the competition.

We grab a cab. She laces her fingers between mine and rests her head on my shoulder. Sheer bliss.

We arrive at Newport about 11:15. There are only a handful of people in the club. We order drinks and watch futbol on the big screen tv until about midnight, when the place started to fill up.

The women who arrived looked like they had been around the block a time or two. Probably girls from nearby hooker bars who were unchosen for the night by visiting hombres.

Luz asks my opinion. I tell her that tonight I have eyes only for her (at least this is what I think I told her in espanol....but after numerous drinks I'm not really certain) Whatever, she smiled at me, grabbed my hand and suggested we retreat to the hotel. Gladly.

Before we left Newport I popped a 100mg Viagra into my mouth and washed it down with a swig of cerveza. I was ready. Once again, I am superman, as hard as steel and I just keep going on & on.

"You no finis?" Luz asks. "No, pero no problema" I respond. "Did you finish?" Four times she tells me...

We relax in each other's arms. She turns on the tv. I doze. At 5 AM she awakens me...time for another round before she goes home to her baby.

She asks me for $350. I start to protest, but she tells me she turned down three dates to be with me and, after all, this was her business. I pay without protest, but I wonder about seeing her again.

I dress and walk downstairs with her. I am holding one hand and she clutches the single rose I bought for her from a street vendor earlier in the evening in the other.