[Saturday, Day 1 - Welcome to San Jose]:

Saturday was to be a full day. I woke up at around 3am to make my 515am flight to San Jose. Taca Airlines left without a hitch, and I caught some z’s on the plane. Getting off of the plane, I felt alive. During the wait for customs, I stared at the jungle-motif mural on the wall, endured to juvenile ramblings of a couple high-school groups, and peered at a number of middle-aged men such as myself and wondered … are they coming for the same sights that I desired? When exchanging money, I met another middle-age American who didn’t have much time to talk to me. Very quickly, he waved to one of the workers … this pro probably knew the entire chica population in San Jose.

I grabbed a taxi for the Hotel Presidente, and, sooner than I knew it, I was at the famous hotel. I grabbed my room (room 602 for the TSM rate of $45/day + $3/day for caja), threw my bags in the room, and proceeded to have a burger and fries in the News Café. I glanced through the crowd and noticed the bar near the window had about 3-4 mongers relaxing and chatting it up. After eating, I took the afternoon to walk through town. In a lot of ways, it reminded me of a more-crowded Barranco neighborhood version of Lima. I obtained a couple souvenirs for people back home, and found my eyes glued to plenty of very enticing Ticas.

I actually walked by Del Rey, but I made my first stop … 747. Lump’s map worked like a charm, and soon I found myself sitting in a room … 10 Ticos and myself … sitting in plastic chairs and staring at about 5 Ticas. Unfortunately, Rocio was not there, so I had to settle for two average looking Ticas; one was moderately overweight and had the looks of a 4, and the second was of average build and had the looks of a 6. I paid 10k colones a piece and was off to the races. About 1 day prior to this, I was doing my daily thing as a good, 9-5 working US citizen, and, now, I was doing my surreal 2-on-1 Latina fantasy … of course, as any good 9-5 working US citizen deserves. Plenty of positions, and the “6” was more my focus throughout the excitement. After a splish on “6”’s tits, I got to clean up in their shower, and I was back on the road again. I returned to the hotel area. Okay … 747 was done with … now I only had about 10 more places to hit!

In the evening, I met up with Radioman. He's an all-in-all good guy who praised his success in San Jose. My eyes quietly widen at his stories (which you've all already read), and I happily began to believe that these adventures would soon come true for me. Soon after our chat, I found myself at Del Rey … and good-god, there were some beauties there. Morenas, rubies, short, tall, curvaceous, lean … you name ‘em, you had ‘em there. I got to talking with a couple of the other Americans. One fellow was a college kid from the states who had a perpetual grin applied to his face; he was in San Jose on summer studies, and he certainly seemed to be enjoying himself. Another more elderly gentleman told me the ropes of who would make a good catch and who wouldn’t; he appeared to know almost all the girls in the joint and would pull a couple over as the girls would make their circular rounds around us. A third even more elderly gentleman was one that I had concern for. Apparently, with his meager earnings in the states, a girl had lured him to San Jose for the past 4 months; he had already made residence there. Unfortunately, that same girl had recently been nowhere to be found for him. He’d call her repeatedly but she would rarely show up to see him … and he told me that he would wait around Del Rey to catch a glimpse of her - once in a while. Considering that my Spanish speaking skills were decent, he asked me if I could talk with her sister. Umm … okay - so we got on the phone, and there I was … talking to the sister of this poor guy’s sugar-girl. She promptly told me that her sister was very busy with her studies, but she would like him to call in about 2-3 days in the morning. This please the old chap, and he said that he’d go home and wait for her there … considering that she might still be looking for him. Looking for him?

Finally, after a couple flirting moves, I get stuck with Rosa, a 5’1” curvy Dominican girl with a red cap. Rosa keeps rubbing me in the right spot, and (newbie mistake) I was like - what the heck - let’s hook it for 40k for the whole night. She was glad to take it, we checked her ID at the desk, and up we went. Once she took off her clothes, I realized how badly I misjudged her … she had stubbled legs which were fat and thick and her hair was truly a mess. Damn. More than that, her performance was a zero and, after 20 minutes of missionary, she began complaining that she hadn’t done it in a month and was in a lot of pain. So I finished and started to complain how she gets very little business (go figure!), is new to the scene, and that she rarely ever have sex! What the heck! Okay - fine - I told her that I would simply pay her 25k and have her leave then. She gladly took it, and there I was … in San Jose and making my first newbie mistake. Alas, this wouldn’t be the last.

(Message edited by play274 on December 06, 2003)

(Message edited by play274 on December 06, 2003)