Moondog's report on the virtues of Buenos Aires sounded so enticing that I was prompted to take my first trip to BA in August. Since my return, Moondog and I had continued to email each other regularly to exchange information and quips. But we had never met in person.

Somewhere along the way the two of us started to discuss the idea of getting together in our favorite South American city for a night on the town. We decided on a time in December when we could both fit a trip into our schedules. At last the much anticipated night arrived. I would meet Moondog face-to-face and we would explore together the pleasures of Buenos Aires.

We had agreed to bring dates for the evening, and to include Adriana the Webmistress and her partner Ricardo. At Moondog's urging I had met Adriana on my earlier trip to Buenos Aires and found her to be a delightful person. I did not know Ricardo, but Moondog had told me enough about him that I was looking forward to spending time with him as well.

My date was Silvia, a last minute substitute. Lucia, my now ex-favorita, was originally scheduled to be my date for the evening. If you will permit me a slight digression, I will share with you how it came to pass that I was here with Silvia rather than Lucia. I think the telling of this story might be therapeutically beneficial for me, and you might find it entertaining.

I first met Lucia in August at Cutty Sark, a local chica bar. I spent three of my seven nights in town with her. Between trips I spoke with her several times over the phone and thought of her often.

Lucia is far from the most beautiful girl in Buenos Aires (she is pictured in the gallery section, under the pseudonym "luz"). I would describe Lucia as bonita rather than hermosa (cute as opposed to beautiful).

What was so intoxicating about the time I spent with Lucia was her ability to make me laugh, her unabashed sensuality, the ease with which she shared the most intimate details of her life, and, in turn, the ease with which I told her things about my life that I have never revealed to another human being. Things I did not know I actually felt or thought until I said them out loud.

I find the ability to share one's hopes and dreams for the future and one's past disappointments the ultimate turn on. So my time with Lucia was much more stimulating to me than being with a beautiuful woman about whom I know nothing and with whom I do not care to share anything other than bodily fluids.

My relationship with Lucia picked up in December where we had left it in August. I picked her up at Cutty Sark, and for the next week or so spent night after blissful night with her. One evening we did nothing but sip wine, look into each other's eyes and talk, without once leaving my apartment. Another night we went to the movies, and, after returning to my apartment and engaging in a particularly intense sexual encounter, slipped into t shirts and cuddled on the couch until she had to leave at 6 the next morning.

Moondog had warned me to be careful because it was easy to fall in love in Buenos Aires. I'm afraid I ignored his warning and became very involved emotionally with Lucia although she is only 22, some 30 years my junior.

I became so enraptured with Lucia that I started making plans for future get togethers. I would fly her to Costa Rica to spend a week with me on the beach, and to Ecuador where we would visit a hacienda that I know about hidden deep in a mountain valley. Or I would bring her to Miami or other locations in the USA.

If I planned it carefully, I reasoned, I could see Lucia for for at least one week every other month. I even went to a local internet cafe with her to check various websites at the destinations where we would enjoy future rendevous. Meanwhile, each night seemed better than the night which preceeded it.

Early one morning as I lay dozing on my side I was awakend by the feel of Lucia's nicely rounded ass nudging me to life. I entered her with her back still toward me, and for the next 30 minutes or so allowed her to set the pace as she slowly and inexorably urged me on to the point of no return. Shortly therefter, Lucia announced that she did not want to go home that day. Instead she wanted to go on an estancia tour described in the brochure she found laying on my dining room table. This was at 8:00AM and the tour left at 10:30. I phoned the tour company and reserved two spaces.

Lucia did not have the right clothes to go on a day trip to the countryside, so off we went to shop for jeans. We banged on the door of a shop on nearby Ave. Santa Fe and persuaded the shopkeeper to open up early. With Lucia properly outfitted in new jeans, top and belt, we hustled back to my apartment just in time to catch the bus from the tour company that had stopped by to pick us up. We returned that evening exhausted and happy. I was in love.

And so it went until that fateful day when Lucia asked if I could advance her some money so she could buy Christmas presents for her daughter, replace her broken cell phone and pay a few bills. Our arrangement had been that I was to pay her $100 per day, not so much as a fee but more as the minimum amount she needed to offset some of the income she was losing by not going to work. I had voluntarily added $25 per day so she could ride in a taxi to her place in the suburbs rather than taking the bus home.

I had come to view Lucia not as an escort but as my lover and my friend, so I did not hesitate to give her enough money to cover all of her needed expenses and enough additional cash to permit her to go Christmas shopping for herself as well. The total was more, I might add, than the amount we had earlier agreed upon, more than enough to cover the remainder of our time together in Buenos Aires. She kissed me passionately as she entered the cab that morning, promising to return at 20:00. I had no idea that I would never see her again.

Lucia did phone once, two days later. She hadn't been back because it was her time of the month, she explained. She thought she could make it back tomorrow, the evening of the big night on the town with Jim, et.al. I told her that it really was not necessary to have sex, that I missed her company and wanted her to return today. OK, she promised, see you at 20:30. By 1 in the morning I had given up.

I took a cab to Cutty Sark, sensing that something was not quite right. With the cab waiting at the curb I asked the doorman if Lucia was working that evening. He confirmed my worst suspicions. "Si, Si, " was his enthusiastic response as he invited me in. He could not have known that his words were like a knife plunged deep into my heart.

Still reeling, but suddenly aware that my night with Moondog was at hand and that I could not count on Lucia, I asked the cabbie to take me to Ness. Ness is a chica club not far from Cutty and the workplace of Silvia, another amiga I had met back in August. It was almost 2 in the morning when I found Silvia and asked her to join me that evening for a night out with Moondog. She agreed immediately and very enthusiastically, recalling our time together in August with much fondness.

I left Ness intending to go home and slide into bed, but as I stepped outside I felt as lonely as I have ever felt in my life. Instead of hailing a cab, I walked across the street and into Hook, another chica club. Veronica, a tall, thin,22 year old caught my eye right away. She would prove to be just the antidote I needed to buffer my loneliness.

Veronica helped me make it through the night, holding my hand, listening intently to my sad tale and, finally, promising that for $100 she would help me forget Lucia. Veronica kept her word, and for the next few hours at least I felt no pain.

Next: Silvia & Moondog hit it off...

Ezy,

I think we've all been there. That pain hurts like hell. Time is the only healer.

Hang in there buddy,

Moondog

There is more to this story of Argentina chicas. Sorry to Hear about EZY's problems, but I have a better one. In Feb 01 I made my first trip to BA. On my first night there I met Ale in SolidGold. She uses that as a nickname, and I do not want to use her real name. She was the most beautiful lady I have ever been with. I will upload her picture later. She can do better then anything you would ever want and more to your plumbing. I have been back to BA 3 other times to BA just to see her. In May 01, I went back, and did not know how to contact her. I first met her at SolidGold. As soon as I entered SolidGold, she popped up with a big smile. I saw her 4 other nights that week. In August 01, I went back again. I saw her 5 other times that week. Again, I went back for a week in Oct 01 saw her 8 times, and agreed that she would visit me in the US. She came to visit me in the US in Nov 01 for a week as we agreed. Time with Ale up till now seemed like being in heaven. On Thanksgiving morning, Ale woke me at 6 AM. She was terribly sick. After 30 minutes, I realized that this was not getting any better. I took her too the hospital. It turned our that Ale had a tubal pregnancy. It could not have been mine because I got fixed a long time ago. The doctor told me "NO SEX" for a month, and that Ale could not do anything except to stay in bed for a month. On Sunday, 11/25, the doctor told me that Ale could go back to BA. I went back with her to make sure after major surgery that she would get back ok after a 16 hr flight.

The major thing that I have to tell all you other mongers is to follow Moondog's advice. The major thing is "DO NOT GO OUT WITH A CHICA MORE THEN THREE TIMES."

I made a major mistake. I signed as the responsible party when Ale entered the hostpital. That may cost me up to $20K. We still have to see what will happen.

Anyway, I am never buying a plane ticket for any chica from BA again. I am not sure if I will ever visit the place again either.

BA is the only place in the world that I have ever gotten funny money out of an ATM. I got $300 pesos that were not pesos in Feb 01. It was my first ATM transactions in BA.

It is hard to stay away from BA because those BA women can drain your plumbing better then any other women in the world.

However, they any also cause you more money problems then anything you could ever imagine.

We all go around once, and I will not let it happen with Ale again.

Canonperdido

If you bring them over GET MEDICAL INSURANCE it really doesnt cost much and people do get sick.

Is it possible and affordable to get short term medical insurance for non-residents? If you or anyone else has more information on this, that would be a good idea for its own separate section.

Yes, but not for just a day really. You can buy non US insurance if you go abroad and you can buy US insurance (often from a UK carrier, there is also one in Denmark) for visitors from other countries.
A web search will get you names and rates.

That story has sent chills down my spine. I am sitting in front of my computer, totally mortified. Please, nobody do what Canonperdido did. What is a tubal pregnancy?

For those that are interested. I have not been required to pay the bills.

A tubal pregnancy occurs when the sperm gets into the ovary, or the tubes just outside the ovary, and the egg is fertilized and attaches there instead of the vagina. Big time problems when this occures.

Guys, on this one, I just did what many of you have done, or wish you did. Have a lady visit you, and you never think about what could go wrong.

As for buying health insurance in this country for someone that does not live here, forget you. It will be a cold day in hxxx before you can find an agent that will sell you insurance for someonge that is not your wife, girl friend, relative, etc. that does not live here.

Anyway, for those that are interested, the lady that visited me is doing well. I saw her two times on a recent trip to BA, and I can report that all her body parts are working very well.

Sorry to hear about your story CP.

I narrowly missed a simular problem with a live-in girlfriend. She is Mexicana and was living with me for several months. She had some unexpected medical problems, and I had to take her to the hospital.

They asked me to sign for responsbility, and I had to politely and firmly say NO (four times and to three different people). I just used the defense, Hey I am a friend that gave her a drive to the hospital. You wouldn't ask more from a taxi driver.

Long story short, is that she owes the money for medical care. However, she has no income, and they can't come after me because we aren't married.

You are under NO obligation to sign anything at the hospital. You agreed to be finanically responsbile with your signature. If it's a big problem, I recommend Chapter 7/13. You can discharge medical debts as unsecured non-priority. Otherwise they will hire a lawyer/collections agency to take your property. It's no different than an unpaid credit card bill for $20,000.

I have escaped the problem. Total bills came to about $15K, but I will not have to pay. Hospital sent the bills to Argentina. Hope they do not get paid in pesos.