Another peaceful morning without sex. This is Flori … well-rested from an angle.
This morning, Flori mentions to me that she really needs to clean the house. Sure. For that reason, she wants her older and younger sister to show me one of the beaches in Quepos … while she stays home and cleans the place. What? So I only have a few days to spend here, and you’re making a reason to have me leave the house? Well, that’s when my tourist-side kicked in and thought - what the heck … why not?
Thus, I went out with Flori’s sister to pick up her oldest sister and niece. From their home, the taxi drove up about 15 minutes to the nicer resort-like area, and we got dropped off at the beach. This beach was nicer than the one in the main part of town, but it still had more rocks that I felt necessary. From looking at the waves, I could see how Costa Rica is known as having some of the best surfing in the world. The four of us actually had a great time … wading through the water and making sure that the niece (who was only about three years old) didn’t wander into the water too far. We even barefoot climbed a large, one and a half story rock in the middle of the beach area … which had hundreds of tiny crabs crawling over it. What? That doesn’t sound too appealing to you? Well, you probably had to be there … after all … it sure beats bang hot chicas … umm.
By the late afternoon, we finally found an area to sit, drink some sodas, and munch down some fries. The two sisters treat me well and we converse about the states, Costa Rica, and Flori. They tell me how Flori seems to really like me, and how I should consider taking her to the beach in the evening (apparently they have fiestas on the beach at night) or in the morning. All is well, and we then take a taxi to drop off the older sister and niece and, then, drop ourselves off back at Flori’s home. Surprisingly, Flori hasn’t cleaned a thing at the house. Did she even stay there? Everything said and done, we should all realize that I should’ve have been surprised at this point.
Next, Flori tells me that she has an interview for a new job at this restaurant. Considering that I hadn’t seen her at all that day, I mentioned to her that we could go together. She quickly rebukes me and tells me that she is the only one who can go … it’s etiquette, after all. In about thirty minutes, a taxi driver (not one of Flori’s regular drivers) comes to pick Flori up and mutters “quickly, quickly” as Flori brushes herself up. For the next 3 hours … I had the pleasure of watching t.v. with her younger sister and going to the internet cabina in town.
Finally, by 11pm, Flori returns … drunk, smelling like cologne, with a half-emptied bottle of wine in her hands. She declares in Spanish: “I got the job, let’s go out and celebrate!” Yeah right … I would’ve taken it less personally if she didn’t lie to me. Whatever though … I knew she probably saw a client and she smelled of sex and booze to show for it. I just didn’t understand how this girl, an obvious puta, had to hide it from me. After all, that’s how we met - right? I’m assuming that it was more of a pride-thing for her. And, in actuality, she never truly saw herself as being a prostitute … thus, would use every excuse to hide and downplay it. The fact that she was lieing about it made me a bit nervous … as to what else she’d be lieing about.
“A las fiestas!” Her younger sister declined, but - old faithful (that’s me) - took her out in her 4 inch heels to the clubs of Quepos. Half-drunk in one of the crowded bars on a corner, Flori introduces me to a ton of her friends. One who really seemed to stick to me was a rather convincing looking transvestite … who was actually kind of beautiful … until she started speaking. Flori went to the restroom … and, oh yeah, left me with the TV for a couple minutes. Interestingly, the TV whispers to me how “Flori is really a good girl who does some things without thinking … and that she doesn’t really deserve her reputation.” Flori returns, and the TV quickly changes the topic as to how he/she is from El Salvador and had been training as a psychiatrist but is now stuck in Quepos. Flori then takes me aside, in her drunken stupor, and asks me what the TV said; to quell her paranoia, I say “nothing” but she doesn’t seem to believe me. If Flori was so afraid of what the TV would say, why would she leave me with him/her? Perhaps it was drunkeness … I don’t know. Next, I see Flori talking to a youngish American guy and his older sister … who have just entered the bar. I was a bit curious about them because she did not introduce them to me … as she had done with the others. Thus, I squeezed my way in and met the guy, let’s call him “Jake” (which isn’t his real name). Eventually, Jake and I are in a separate conversation, and he tells me that he is 18 and visiting Quepos for the first time in two years. He goes on to whisper/ask me as to whether or not I knew who Flori truly was. I state “no,” and he tells me that she’s one of the most famous whores in Quepos. He goes on to tell me that she can be rather dangerous and that I should watch out with her. Soon thereafter, he and his sister leaves for another bar.
In her drunken stupor, Flori asks me to go to another bar. Fine … and, surprise, it’s the same bar as the one that the two American had gone to. While walking into the bar, there were a bunch of taxis near the entrance. At first, I asked Flori to stay outside for a while and take a breath of air, but she tells me that she doesn’t want to stay out there because they’ll think that she’s a prostitute. Hmm … okay - so what? Well, she swings me into the dance bar and there we are with about a good mix of about 40 Ticos and Americans/Europeans. I hit the restroom … only to be offered cocaine … no way. I walk back out, and I find my “girlfriend” Flori grind with two European guys. Great. What else to do other than to sit with “Jake” and his sister. The two of them turn out to be very cool people, and the guy goes on to tell me how Flori was the first person that he ever slept with (and if he’s 18 and Flori’s 21 now … then that would have made him 16 and Flori 19 when they consummated), and goes on to confirm how she has quite a reputation in Quepos and how she has been known to punch the lights out of guys, on occasion. Oh great … so Flori’s violent … too. Eventually, I end up dancing with “Jake” and his sister … and then just his sister for a while … for which I got the evil eye. Oh great … now Flori’s drunk AND jealous of me. Flori grabs me away and immediately starts grinding me … then dumps me for a gringo … then grabs me … I felt pretty used. (I can feel the board’s flames right now)
As the night wore on, “Jake” and I bonded … he’s a very cool guy and I thank him for knocking some sense into me. I quickly realized that Flori could be rather erratic and potential dangerous … and she has been known to need cash from her “johns.” Considering how she hadn’t directly asked me for cash yet (and my cash in my suitcase was untouched), I wondered if she truly “loved” me or was simply waiting for a pay-day from me. It was Friday, and Sunday was still two days away. More than “Jake”’s advice, Flori erratic behavior to me over the past few days made me want to leave very soon. Before we left, Flori had to interrogate “Jake” as to what he had told me. This was no small scene … but she was actually yelling at him and then me in front of everyone who was left. She asked … “what did you say to him”? He would say nothing … and she kept drilling him. After dissing me so badly by grinding with those other guys on the dance floor … I wondered why she would ever be jealous of me. Then, as “Jake” left … she began begging and asking him where he was staying. Haha ... I had enough at this point. After I declined "Jake"'s offer to room with him at his hotel (which I strongly considered ... but couldn't take - due to the fact that all my stuff was at Flori's place), he quickly fled the scene with his sister … and I dragged Flori to the taxi.
It got worse. Flori demanded to go to eat something at 4am … and we did. She bought soup … and, as we sat in an open-area restaurant, she invited a homeless woman to eat with us, with me paying. I declined and the restaurant’s workers made the homeless woman leave … and the homeless women left as she angrily gave me the middle-finger while yelling “voy a matarte!” Oh, wonderful … death-threats. Next, Flori starts breaking down by yelling to everybody as to how she was not a puta. “No soy puta! No soy puta!” She went on to say that I’m a dirty bastard for meeting her a Del Rey. Thanks, honey. I go to the bathroom and bumped into a patron from another seat. This middle-aged gentlemen quietly warns me that Flori is rather infamous in Quepos and that she is a “150 dollar” girl. I knew that she was a puta, but felt great to know that I was get $150 service on a semi-regular basis … all I had to pay was being mentally ass-kicked by her on a regular basis. Flori continued her “no soy puta” tirade to the taxi (who almost didn’t want to drop us off) and back home.
It even got worse. Finally, Flori answered her calls … now at about 530am. First, she tells a guys that she is “not available.” After further questioning on the phone, Flori loudly declared in Spanish that her younger sister was “not available” than night, either. At this point, Flori’s younger sister is just tiredly rolling her eyes at Flori. Oh … it gets better. Flori then calls some guy in Boston (I would imagine her ex) … and, from the conversation, it sounds as if he still wants her to go the the states with her. Then, she viciously yells at him and tells him how she will never leave Quepos and that he should never call her again. Apparently, this Boston guy’s Spanish is fragmented, but I do believe he understood her. She hung out on him after calling him every swear possible … and … sadly … the guy kept ringing Flori for the next 30 minutes … until she turned off her phone. During those 30 minutes, Flori went on her “no soy puta” tirade to her sister … and then she turned off her phone and went to the second floor. Almost 6:30am … Saturday morning … what do you do?