Day Twelve
Saturday April 19th, 2003
Trying to Recover

I awoke around 9 and still felt like crap. I stayed in bed and then I woke up again at 10, still feeling crap. So I rolled over once again and went back to sleep. Finally, around 4 in the afternoon, I finally started to feel a little better. So I got ready and went over to 1707. They only had one girl – Camilla – working at the time. She had a really nice body but a horrid looking face.

So I asked the madam about BgBdVdoDd’s girl Magaly. She had both a cute face and a nice, tight little body. The madam informed me she would not arrive until 6pm. Cool, I thought. I went over to Café Exedra next to see if anything was going on there. The place was completely dead. There were two ugly, older women there and nothing else. I bided my time by having some coffee and media lunas while waiting for 6pm to roll around so I could head back to 1707.

It was finally time to head over and just as promised, Magaly was there this time. Since the madam knew I wanted Magaly, they didn’t waste time with the presentation and led me straight back to the room. I paid 100 pesos for the hour and then we took our showers. When we got the bed she, of course, wanted a tip for the BBBJ. But she gave a very nice one at that.

She then took off her panties and we went into 69. We stayed in the position for so long that I was starting to run out of time to fuck. I glanced down at my watch and noticed we only had about 20 minutes left.

It was Vigel time, but I kind of hurried the application of this and didn’t spend as much time working it in as I normally do. I entered her first in missionary and we enjoyed some nice DFK while I was fucking her in that position. Next up was cowgirl, back to missionary and the finally finishing in doggie. She came once during the session.

Afterwards I tried really, really hard to get a picture and she just flat out refused. I even offered up the non-face shot and she again refused. The only thing I could gather from this is that she had some very identifiable tattoos all over her body. These are kind of hidden in the Playtum photo shots of her.

To view Magaly’s pictures on Platynum, see the following link: http://www.platynum.com.ar/Entretenimiento/Escorts/Magaly/Magaly1.htm

I was finally starting feel better. So much so in fact I was ready to head out and hit the club scene for this evening and get in another session or two. But then I started thinking that I should give myself one more day to recover. If I went to the clubs and started inhaling all the damn smoke, I might just be right back where I started.

I went back to Design Suites to decide what I wanted to do. As I was walking past the bar and towards the pool, a girl who had given me this great big smile on one of my first days in Argentina smiled warmly again at me as I walked past her. But this time, before I made it to the elevator, she stopped me and introduced herself. From what I could gather she was the designer/clothing salesperson for the hotel.

She made some friendly small talk and seemed a little taken by me. It is kind of hard to describe, but she was complementing me about my smile and face. Then the conversation turned to the basic stuff like why I was in Argentina, for how long, etc. She spoke English fairly well and that is how we communicated. She finished off by saying that if I needed anything from the store to please come see her. Then she wrote down her name for me.

Now I was debating whether or not I wanted to pursue another non-working girl. Jesus, I never meet girls this easily in the states. I went up to my room to think about my available options for the evening. 1. Go out the clubs. 2. Call the GF and take her to dinner. 3. Go back downstairs and ask the clothing girl to dinner.

I ruled out the club option. I was finally feeling better and didn’t want to be in a smoky environment tonight. I was tempted to ask clothing girl to dinner, but decided I wasn’t really that attracted to her. She was cute enough and had a decent face and was really friendly, but was also a little chubby. So I called the GF and asked her to dinner.

I stopped at a street vendor along the way and decided to pick up a dozen red roses for her. The price? Oh, just a small amount. 10 pesos for a dozen or about $3.40 US. And to think that flower shops in the states can charge as much as $80 US for a dozen roses around Valentine’s Day. Man! That sucks.

The GF and I went to the Champ Elysees restaurant in Recolata. It is right next to the Hard Rock café. The GF has a thing for shows and entertainment while she eats. Dinner started off really bad as my time in Argentina was ending and she was desperately trying to get me to stay. The tears started to well up and then I really started to feel bad. I started reflecting on whether it was a good idea to have asked her out in the first place.

I changed my pattern of mongering dramatically because of her and I am not sure it was worth it. I really did enjoy the time we spent together though. And it was nice to have a “girlfriend” while I was there. But as the respectable, sensitive guy I am, I felt bad about fucking her and fucking 18 other women while in Argentina. If she really did have feelings for me, (which I still seriously question because she attached herself to me so quickly and asked me to marry her on our second date together) then I am sorry to have played with her heart. I don’t know. Perhaps I am trying to clear my own conscience.

I once again successfully steered the conversation away from me and onto other things. We originally talked about going dancing after dinner, but she changed her mind and didn’t want to. I could sense her getting a little horny at this point and was almost ready to take her back to the apartment, but I decided to ask her if she wanted to go to the casino one last time. She did, but on the condition that I changed my winnings when she wanted me to. If you remember from the earlier chapters, she was going completely nuts as I was winning and was begging me to change out for higher numbered chips and then give them to her for safekeeping.

At the casino lady luck did not start on my side. I was down about 200 pesos at the time. The GF was practically attached to me while I was playing so I said fuck the casino and took her back to her apartment.

We had our farewell sex session and the sex tonight was pretty good. I am really surprised I didn’t keep her up all night with my coughing. I felt better now, but the damn mucus must have settled in my throat because I had a really bad tickle in it throughout the evening.

The possibilities for action on Easter Sunday were most likely grim, so I planned on spending Easter with her.

Damn, Magaly has the best body I've seen so far in this report.

And Xen, I am shocked, shocked, shocked! Only 19 girls so far in 12 days? This is so unlike you. I'm starting to believe you may be a mortal mongerer after all!

Well there are several reasons why I didn't have higher numbers.

1. Lack of a good, consistent datyime option.
2. The higher price for chicas in Argentina compared to Thailand.
3. The GF.
4. The fact that I got sick.
5. The fact that I went during two of the holiest days on the Catholic calendar.

All those together and I am amazed I was about to do 19. Maybe it was even 18.