WEDNESDAY, JULY 6 - MONDAY, JULY 11, 2005

Hello all. RT here. Typing on the plane home from Lima.

This gets a little complicated, so please bear with me. But first, my bona fides: I started out with Tijuana back in the old ASPT days, then graduated to San Jose. My job had me spend a lot of time for three years in the Dominican Republic, and I have recently added Peru to my resume. My first trip to Lima was May 2004, I went back for 10 days in May 2005 (reports posted for both of those trips), then an undocumented 4-day visit last month, and 5 days here in July.

The next to last night of my June visit, I met Angie at Tequila Rock. Young, pretty, blonde, hardbody… just what I was looking for. We hit it off that night, dancing and making out in TR like a pair of teenagers. When I finally said that we needed to leave and go to my hotel, she apologetically told me that, though she liked me a lot, she was working. The look of relief on her face when I told her OK made me think that it wasn't just a line and that she wasn't all that experienced at this sort of thing. Combined with her not discussing money, nor counting it when I gave her some the next morning, and her telling me that I was only her fourth customer (she'd been there for three weeks), I began to believe that she was, at best, a rookie, or at worst, an amateur.

I called her the next afternoon and she met me at my hotel. We went on a regular date (more or less), with dinner and dancing at a non-pro club, before another night of excellent sex. The morning that I left, she went with me to the airport, and insisted that I call her and write her and all that stuff.

So of course I called a couple of days later, He first question was, "when are you coming back?' Her next statement was, "When you come back, I want to see you. You don't have to give me any money." After I emailed her some of the photos we took, her response was as follows:

"hello . mi love . how are you ? i hope that fine .... i am fine ... i call you a your house you no answer me ..... i call you after , i love you so much........... i miss you more .... i ever thinking in you .... i hope be agen with you .... kisses"

It goes without saying that I ignored the no money statement and the "I love you", but still, it was disturbing.

Everything that happened could certainly be construed as calculated moves, and 75% of me thinks so. The other 25% isn't so sure. There were too many instances where - if I was being played - she missed golden opportunities. It seems that she has way too much of an air of innocence to be pulling a fast one. Also, it's not my first day at this, and I have spent time in the Dominican Republic, where virtually every word out of a girl's mouth is designed to separate you from your money. My bullshit detector was hardly showing any response at all.

So I get a few days off from work, and book a flight for Wednesday, July 6, arriving at 9:30PM, and returning Monday morning, July 11, leaving at 7:45 in the morning. My plan was to mess around Wednesday, Thursday and Friday, and then call Angie and spend the weekend with her. She knows that I have friends who live in Lima, so the scenario would be easy to sell.

By the time that I was all checked in at the Hotel Boulevard at 771 Avenue Pardo ($50 for a one bedroom suite with a queen sized bed - think Embassy Suites except smaller and in Peru. Send them an email and they will quote you the $50 rate. There **may** be a little more wriggle room on price) and unpacked, it was about 11:30. I went over to play blackjack for a half hour at Casino Miraflores and then headed to Pizza Alley to see who might be available. In June, there was a wide and varied selection of girls trolling around, ranging from wide trolls to varied cute girls.

I was hoping for more of the varied cute ones, but it seemed that the wide trolls ruled on Wednesday. At about 1:00, I gave up and headed to Tequila Rock, knowing that I may run into Angie.

My most recent impression of Tequila Rock is that it is a buyers' market. Over the last three trips, I have been there almost every day of the week, at times ranging from 11:30pm to 3 in the morning. The women outnumbered the men every visit, sometimes by as much as a 2:1 ratio. I have not paid admission there in a while, either using a coupon from their website or ones I found in tourist magazines. I'm sure that the cover is reasonable, drinks are fairly priced for the kind of place it is, and the coat check is not only real civilized, but is located right by the women's rest room, giving you a bird's eye view of the chica comings and goings.

And coming out of the bathroom just as I was giving up my jacket - the young and lovely Angie.

She was properly excited to see me, gave me a little crap about not telling her I was coming, and we hung with her and her two friends on the dance floor, drinking, dancing, making out and having fun. We left for my hotel at about 2 in the morning, and had a delightful time until passing out asleep.

SIDE NOTE: Call me a cad, but I went through her address book in her cell phone. Other than such people as "Hermano xxxxx" and "Xxxxx Tio", the only male name in her phone was mine. More fodder for the 25% that thinks she's on the up and up.

Just before we fell asleep, Angie asked me if I was "Casado". Not only did I not know that casado meant "married" in Spanish, I thought that she said "consaldo" (tired). So when I answered "yes", it took some time to do damage control until she was convinced it was truly an innocent mistake on my part. Now, your regular provider not only counts on most of their customers being married, they pretty much hope for it. Yet another notch on the side of this girl is serious.

In the morning, I broke the news to her that I was busy with my friends through Friday night, but that I wanted us to spend the entire weekend together. She took it like a trooper, and told me that if my plans changed, I should call her. I gave her some cash and she left at about 11 am.

After checking my mail and showering, I headed to Relax Y Vida and spent an hour being treated like a king by the lovely Pilar. I am not sure that I can convey how great this place is. I have been with six different girls from there, and had a minimum of a great time without fail. It's just too good to be true. I did leave my camera at the hotel, so no pictures.

I went back to the hotel and took a nap and grabbed a bite before setting up an outcall with Danielita. I saw her listed here: http://www.placeresdelperu.com/k/r/danielita.html . The process was fairly easy and she showed up right on time. Danielita was smaller than I expected - a true spinner. I was not disappointed, just surprised. We chatted a little, and got down to business. On the menu was only light kissing and no DATY, but pretty much everything else went. She let me take some pictures, and all in all, I had a good time, but would not repeat. The cost (including tip): US$50 plus a 10 Sol tip for the taxi.

Photos: Danielita 01 02 03 04 05 06

All of these events ended fairly early, so I headed out to Casino Miraflores and the Hacienda Casino, where my magical blackjack powers could do no wrong. I walked back to the hotel and was in bed by 3 am.

Friday rolls around, and I get up and moving at around 11. My first stop was Jockey Plaza, a mall about 10 Soles away from Miraflores. It's a nice mall, right out of Central Casting and could be found in any modern city in the world. It also sports a Starbucks Coffee shop - the third that I have found in Lima.

I called Angie and set us up to meet at her apartment at 2 Saturday afternoon. There was a soccer game that I was hoping to go to on Saturday, and she said that she would love to go with me. She said that she was disappointed that she had to wait until tomorrow, but I should have fun and she would see me then. What a girl.

On the way home, I stopped at the Banos Turkos at the Hotel Los Andes. They had a new policy of pre-paying for the sauna and time for your massage. It wasn't that they didn't trust me - the guy in front of me paid in advance as well. I passed on the offer of extras from the massage girl, as I was saving myself for my outcall choice for the evening.

There are certain Universal Truths in mongering, and one of them is: Chicas Do Not Answer Their Telephones. After making a lot of calls, I finally set up a date with Patty (http://nenasperu.com/galeria.php?i=fotos&id_nena=761) . She told me that she would be over in a half hour. We agreed on 150 soles, plus 10 more for a taxi ($49.54). Forty-five minutes later, my phone rings, and the girl tells me that she's leaving now. Shortly thereafter, I open my door to find… not Patty.

This other girl comes in. She's a petite spinner, so I let her explain. The story is that Patty doesn't do calls, she just answers the phone and sends other girls out who work at their incall location. A classic bait & switch. We discuss this for a while. I comment that she probably gets a lot of pissed off guys and cancellations. She said that yes, she does. Well, I told Nataly that it was her lucky day - I was nothing if not flexible (and horny). We got down to business and I wound up having a good time with her.

Photos: Nataly 07 08 09

I head out for some more blackjack. I should have gone to sleep, as the magic was gone. I lost everything that I won the night before, plus another $50. Not all that much money, but pretty impressive when you consider that I was only playing for $3 per hand.

I wake up Saturday morning and go to the Banos Turkos at the Hotel Bruce. The baths here are a little higher priced than the other joints ($12.38 to use the facilities), but for my money, it's worth it. The facilities are top-notch, the help is actually helpful, the rest area is really comfy, and the 'massage' girls are universally attractive. I passed on the massage and any extras, and just left the hotel feeling like a new man. I do not like the Hotel Bruce - the casino sucks (slots only), the restaurant is worse, and the help is surly. But they have a damn good Turkish Bath, and it's right around the corner from the hotel.

At 2pm, just as I am walking up to Angie's apartment building, she pulls up in a taxi with her sister and roommate. She kisses them goodbye and we leave and walk over to Larco Mar, where I try to buy her some clothes.

The stuff is just too expensive there, she says. If I really want to spend money on her, there's this dress that she's been dying for, and would I mind? So off we go and she gets fitted and is happy as a clam. We still have a little time before having to leave for the soccer game, so we stop at Cafe Café for a couple of Cappuccinos.

This is where the next glimpse of insight to Angie happened. She asked me why I only drink club soda, and I (gently) explained that I was an addict who doesn't use anymore. It was a hard concept for her to grasp, but she thought for a while and then came up with the next correct question: How long have I been clean?

This question is really insightful if she is considering any sort of relationship longer-term than the weekend. If my answer was two weeks, she would (rightly so) get the hell out then and there. When I told her that it had been 15 years since I used any type of drugs (including alcohol), she didn't believe me. She didn't think that I was lying, but the idea of 15 years clean to someone who was going to be 20 in a few days was inconceivable. It wasn't until I wrote down my clean date with the words "dia de limpio de drogas" next to them that she was comfortable that I understood her question and she understood my answer. Again, this is not the question and thought process of someone who is playing a guy short-term.

We get a taxi to Estadio Monumental to watch the boys of Universitario play a match vs. FBC Melgar, whoever the hell they are. I'm not a soccer fan - far from it, but I am a sports fan. Apparently, Universitario are the Yankees of Peru soccer, with umpteen championships and all of the good players. The whole scene was a trip. Tickets were $6.81, the die-hard fans jumped up and down and sang throughout the entire match, and it was just fun (for soccer, anyway). Universitario won the game 4-0, Number 7 is really good, Number 6 sucks, and one guy on the other team got a red card for cursing out the referee and the Melgars had to play most of the second half a man short. Thankfully, soccer games are over quickly, and we shopped for souvenir shirts (I bought one with number 7 on the back) and hats outside of the stadium before taking a cab back to Miraflores.



We had discussed various things to do that night, after showering and getting all dressed up.

First, it involved dinner at a really good restaurant, Rodrigo Restaurante. It's located at Francisco de Paula Camino #321 in Miraflores (phone 446-0985, 446-4011), about two blocks from the back entrance to Pizza Alley. It was absolutely fabulous; Angie was pretty uncomfortable there - she's not used to fancy, upscale eats. It was about $85 for the two of us, without any booze. In a country where a killer three course lunch can be had for $1.50, it was a little excessive, but Angie got off on seeing people who are on television novellas there.

Then, she had some passes, so we went to some club that had about 500 people; 499 Peruvians and me. We danced for a while, and when we left, the age of the oldest guy there dropped about 10 years (the promoter held the title that I abdicated). Somehow, being in a disco full of writhing 19-25 year old hot chicks just seemed, er, right.

Then we went back to the hotel, where she attacked me in bed until we fell asleep.

We slept in on Sunday, until about noon. After getting up and dressed, we went to Central Lima for some shopping and sightseeing. Angie got a pair of jeans for $8 that were $40 at Larco Mar, and I got a bunch of bootleg DVDs for the rock-bottom price of $0.50 each. And we found a cerbiche joint that was $0.62 per plate. Another great thing about having a hot 20-year old at your beck and call is that she did all of the talking/negotiating, and we saved a fortune, by Lima standards. I was agreeing to everything because the starting prices were so ridiculously cheap. She finally told me to zip it and let her do the talking. Prices immediately got dramatically lower. We picked up some other stuff, too, but really nothing to speak of. I don't think that I spent $30 the entire afternoon.







That took most of the daytime, so we headed back to Miraflores to rest up for a while. I packed and then napped alone, while Angie went to her apartment to do whatever and get ready to meet me at the hotel at 9pm for our last night together.

We were both still kind of tired and (incredibly) not hungry, so we just went to Casino Miraflores to play blackjack for a while. She kind of knew how to play, but insisted on hitting 15s and 16s with the dealer having crap cards showing. Of course she pulled mostly 3s and 4s and just couldn't understand why everyone at the table (including the dealer) was laughing after almost every one of her turns. We left with her up about $5 and me up around $15. When it was time to cash out, she tried to give me the money she had (I had staked both of us to $50) until I told her it was hers. Could it have been a calculated move, based on the fact that I haven't been exactly stingy with her? Possibly, but when adding $55 to your wallet would bring your grand total to $57, would she take that chance unless she was sincere? I don't know, but this isn't the first time I've staked a chica to gambling money, and it was the first time I ever had the chance to see any of that money again.

We talked some more while walking back to the hotel. She asked what I was thinking, and I told her (truthfully) that I was sad that I was leaving in the morning. She made a joke, and then reminded me that when I came back she would be there for me, waiting at the airport, if I wanted.

Back at the hotel, the sex was pretty damm good for a tired old guy. She seemed like she was enjoying herself, too. We were certainly more comfortable with each other. We also mastered the timer and video functions of my camera, as well as mini tripod that I had bought, so I have some visual souvenirs of our last night, too.

Lying in bed trying to sleep for a few hours (we had to be up at 4:30 to get ready for the airport), we talked some more, she said that she loved me, and she asked me again if I was married, and if I loved her, even a little. I had to think about it a while (the love part), but the answer was indeed, yes, a little. So that's what I told her.

I know that this sounds like a lot of self-serving crap, and maybe it is, but pretty much any of the girls that I have wound up spending more than an hour with, I loved, even just a little. I think that maybe I'm choosy, but anyone that I will spend more time with than wham bam thank you ma'am, score high in certain categories that I would be hard-pressed to even list. And also, I just plain like women.

Waking up at 4:30 is not a walk in the park, when you went to sleep at 2:00, but we managed somehow. Checkout was uneventful - I was only hit up for one guest fee, even though Angie stayed three nights, and I had two girls over the other days. It could be that a case of buying sandwiches for the front desk staff paid off, or they could just have some gaping holes in their bookkeeping processes - I don't know. Angie found us a cut-rate taxi to the airport, and I was able to check in on the first-class line (AA Gold) and have time for us to have breakfast before going to the gate.

At checkout, they returned the copy of Angie's documento to me, and I saw that Tuesday, July 12 was her birthday. She was going to turn the ripe old age of 20, god bless her. I gave her some cash as a birthday present at the airport, but less than I probably would have negotiated if I had just 'rented' a girl for a couple of days.

The airport is a Speedy wi-fi hotspot, so she asked me if she could show me her photos on the internet. First I saw her Yahoo photo album, and then she showed me her page on CasaDeAmor, one of those web sites for Latino girls who are interested in meeting American or European gentlemen for a relationship or possible marriage.

Yet again, this could have been seen as a calculated move, but either she's the greatest actress on Earth, or there was no subterfuge here. I really think that she's on the up and up - she sees what the reality of her situation is and wants a way out. No, she won't wind up starving to death, but she doesn't want to have to scrimp and save and work 18 hour days for the rest of her life. Pragmatically, if she can find some guy that will be kind to her and treat her well, she might as well fall in love with him. I can't really blame her - we're just so lucky here in the US, that sometimes I forget that the whole world isn't this way.

Do I think she's sincere in that she loves me? A little. I don't act like a total asshole, I have a job with enough money to afford to fly to Peru and go on vacation, and I'm single. Do I think that - if her plan came to fruition - that she would just use me (or whoever) and then move on? No. I think that when/if she winds up cutting a deal (whether stated or implied), she will live up to her end of the bargain.

Now, I'm not even sure what I'm confused about - I live in the USA, she lives in Peru. I'm 45; she's 20. Hell, I don't even think that I like her that much, we have nothing in common except that she acts like I'm the greatest guy on the planet and she can't wait to hop into bed with me. It's great having a pretty 20-year-old for a tour guide/girlfriend/plaything while I'm in Lima, but - and this is a big if - if she's not just playing me, am I being at all fair to be leading her on, as it were? For the most part, I consider myself a professional at this sort of thing. I get the feeling that she's just some kid who's trying to do whatever she can to get by. The things she showed/told me more than indicate this (her page on CasaDeAmor, the jobs/schooling she has attempted, etc.) She's certainly not a hardened pro, that's for sure.

I know that I don't do this kind of traveling to have a girlfriend. One of my favorite things to do, when I'm away from home, is just plain explore the cities I'm in, stumble upon places and things that I wouldn't find in a tour book or even from a local, flirt with the girls in the stores everywhere I go, and just plain hang in the city, playing "could I live here?"

So there's my answer, I guess. I certainly can't go to a city, whore around, and do all the things I like if I have to consider someone else. Even if it is true that she's just some girl exploring all avenues available in her search for the right guy, the likelihood is that, if I ever see her again, the first thing she will say to me is, "RT, I'd like you to meet my husband."

I just didn't expect to have to deal with these kinds of feelings flying home from a long weekend in Lima. But, it just goes to show you, you never know what's going to happen.

No, I'm not sure that any of this makes much sense, but I'm leaving this report as it is and submitting it. I welcome any and all input, comments, or questions.

I called her Tuesday afternoon to wish her a Happy Birthday. She told me that she missed me and hoped to see me soon. Then she said "bessos" (kisses) and told me good-bye.

All that aside, I get the impression that there's a LOT more going on in the P4P scene in Peru than has been reported here on Hombre. There is a thriving incall situation that I just can't seem get a grasp of (someone with a better command of Spanish could probably get to the bottom of this quickly), hot outcall chicks show up at your hotel room on time for the gringo rate of $40-$50, I discovered a bar that - supposedly - had take out right in the middle of Miraflores without all of the glitz or cost of Tequila Rock (there's got to be more of those around), and when checking in at the hotel, I asked the (most unworldly) bellhop if bringing girls to my room was OK, and he offered to go find some for me, if I wanted. Plus, the Massage Parlor/Turkish Bath opportunities seem endless. We may need to send Team CH down there for a solid month to get to the bottom of all this. I may or may not be available to lead the expedition.

A Final Note: All of the conversations noted above took place in Spanish, of which I have a very basic command of. Peru is a lot less English-friendly than anywhere else I have visited in Latin America. At least a really rudimentary knowledge of the language (food, numbers, and some nouns) goes a long way in making life easy there.

RT:

Think of it this way. Would you hook up with a 20 yold in the states. If not, why you hook up with Angie? Also, if you were 55, and she 30, I think there would be a better chance.

I will quit preaching at you. Just don't do anything with a girl 20 in Peru, that you would not do with one here.

Good luck buddy.

MM

RT: Thanks for a great report on a little known location. I have always wondered about Peru and you answered many of my questions. I was curious how most of the chicas looked. Is there a unique Peruvian appearance?

I too have gotten way too involved with a hot young chica in Costa Rica. I call her daily and see her when I am there. I have had the same feelings of doubt, wondering if I am doing the right thing leading her on. I also wonder how serious she is, but all indications are she is there for the long haul if I want that. I have a ball with her when we are together, but I also bore easily and want to sneak away for more side action. She is getting more and more possessive.

But what a ball to have this babe to talk to. And I agree speaking spanish is essential to make something like this work.

Man, where do I start. You scare me. You describe exactly what I hope to find when I travel while having exactly the same thought processes I have.

GFE rocks/sucks. I can't get enough of it. When you know that it is all a show, your life is simple but you are subtly disappointed. When you are not sure, it is great but you navigate a minefield of conflicting emotions, motivations and misgivings. You sure do not want to get entangled in a real relationship.

I always have the casado/cansado confusion. It trips me up every time.

I would love to participate in a reconnaissance mission. It might be possible to get Merlin to join up.

RT, I always look forward to your reports. They are well written about places that most of us know little about. I usually skip the descriptions about sex and/or "love" dramas since after a while they all blur together. However, I read yours and was impressed. You have found a sincere woman who is clearly looking for a happy future with someone who appreciates what she can give. You are also old enough (read: mature) to recognize the vast differences between yourselves. Have a good time and continue treating her with class. She needs to "age" a bit but hopefully, in time, she'll find what she is looking for. At least you have left her with a good impression of American men.

Five-star writeup. Glad to see a report with a more cerebral tone. Not that I don't occasionaly savor a "three-holer" Asian report.

Loved the "wide and varied" juxtaposition. Good stuff. In a way, reading a report likes this makes me a bit melancholy--it just adds another place to an improbably long "to visit" list...

Good morning gentlemen. RT here. Thanks for the compliments.

Major -- Sadly, the civilian girlfriend before the last one was indeed, 20. So this proves that I can make irresponsible choices in any language in any country. But point taken. Thanks.

Radioman -- It seems that there are two basic 'types' of women there: 1) Girls that fit the mold of the two in this report (Danielita and Nataly) and 2) Women with a more Incan/Indian look. A little bit darker skinned (but not much) and a little bit rounder faced. I'm not sure I'm painting the picture correctly, sorry. But there are many pretty girls there, IMO.

Smitopher -- If you have the same thought processes as I do, then yes, you should be scared. Very scared. You summed up the whole thing in three words: "GFE rocks/sucks". Yup, it does. You have mail at your hotmail account.

RT

I really liked this report.

In my travels I too love to play "could I live here" as I walk around the town, explorings... not that I'd ever consider moving to some places still I enter or take note of grocery stores, cleaners, shoe repair, pasta shops, whatever.

From reading, I'd say there's no way she's trying to scam you... there are innocent sweathearts just making a little money on the side out there among the hardened pros... looks like you found one of those gems. Enjoy her!

An extremely detailed report that truly captures the anguish one feels when he finds a woman who treats him right. Why don't these women live in the US? Really enjoyed your report especially your confused state of mind because I always seem to be in exactly the same position. These latin women are masters at screwing us up.

I have had this discussion on other boards. I have found that most mongers prefer a GFE over an LAL experience (Love em And Leave em). LAL guys have NO clue how a GFE guy can get wrapped up in a mind game with a prostitute. They consider them just recipients for their cum, not really people. GFE guys see them as living breathing beautiful creatures that need love and understanding.

The problem is, if you find a really talented GFE provider and keep going back for more and more, soon the "experience" part of the GFE starts to wear off as she slowly becomes your real GF. At least in her mind.

I have been seeing this amazing young chica in Costa Rica for 8 months now and one day I woke up and realized it was becoming like a second wife. That is not exactly what I had in mind. I still desire other chicas. She is now trying to keep me away from anybody else.

I think it's time for "the talk." That is when the monger explains to the object of his affection that he is a malo hombre....a perro. That he wants to screw other chicas, only for fun. Not for love. She is for love, other chicas are for sex. I have tried that conversation before, and it went badly and the relationship quickly ended. One time I got hit on the head with a water bottle, but that is for another trip report. All I am saying is, when the feelings start to get in the way it may be time to move on.

My problem is, I have grown to really admire this chica and I really don't want to hurt her, and she has come to depend on me way too much. It would really screw up her life to lose me. Stay tuned......

radioman

time is inversely related to pain - the earlier one has 'the talk' the lesser the pain (unless opportunity cost is pain).

>>unless opportunity cost is pain

I would have said opportunity 'lost', but same thing.

Bingo! And that's the whole enchilada, right in a nutshell. If only we could find the exact time:pain ratio (and bottle it), we could be millionaires!

Ah, but there is no exact one - it's different based on each of us, and each girl... becuase we each place a different value on the time waited and the pain of the event (and consequences) and the girls each react different (thus creating the pain)

Good evening gentlemen. RT here. With an update.

On Saturday night, I received a text message on my cell phone from Angie. It read:

"Hola mi amor. Como estas? Te extrano muchooo, te kiero... angie"

So I text-ed back something along the lines that I missed her, too, and that I thought about her 'cada dia' (every day).

Then, at 6 this morning (Tuesday), my cell rings. It's her, of course. Just getting home from wherever at 5 in the morning.

She misses me, and when am I coming back, and I am 'carino' and all kinds of stuff like that. Incredibly, despite the early hour, I was able to hold up my end of the conversation -- I even managed to say that I was 'consado', not 'casado' -- long enough for her to get to whatever the point of the call really was.

It seems that the point of the call was, "I miss you RT." No story of how rough it is for her, no veiled threat/guilt trip that she had to go back to work... nothing.

Boy, are they good at messing with our heads!

RT, I just wanted to say thanks as well. My first and only trip to date to Lima was a success because of the information that pros like you have posted here.

I will eventually learn to post my beginner experiences here as well. But I agree that having a local girl do the talking is a great way to get a bargain. I had several "regular" girls lined up for the daytime tours and their help was invaluable. I not only saw more of Lima than I would on my own, the price was right!

On the other hand, be careful because these "regular" girls can fall in love faster than the working girls can. I get the same e-mails almost weekly.... ugh!

RT here with an update.

I have been back and forth to see Angie three times since this last report -- two short trips and one 10-day affair. In between, she has been attentive and low-maintenance on the phone.

She busted me for coming in early and not letting her know on the 10-day trip, but otherwise, things have been pretty good between us (at least the first two trips).

She claims not to work at Tequila Rock any more, and I believe her, because her habits/times have changed. However, her roommate still works there, and they still have hot and cold running hookers in their apartment, not to mention shelves full of mini bar drinks and snacks. Also, she has more cash than she should. Something still didn't add up, but I couldn't put my finger on it.

My trip at the beginning of October was different. She was less attentive and seemd to take advantage of me a little bit: buying her sister and roommate and friend dinner, taking more than her to the movies, etc. I explained that although her friends are nice, I worked hard to make money to come see her, not them. She claimed to understand, but wanted her roommate to come with us to the airport when I left, so who knows what she gets and doesn't get.

Then it started.

Two weeks ago, I get a phone call asking for $100. I said how could I get her money, and she chirped in: Western Union.

I gave her one chance -- maybe this was an isolated incident and she was in a fix, and it was only $100. So I sent it.

Yesterday, I get a phone call that she would like to 'borrow' $500 to start some sort of business with her roommate. She would pay me back out of the earnings, she said. I told her that I was working and would call her back.

Later that evening, I called her and told her that I didn't have any spare money to send because the hurricane repairs were eating up my spare cash (yes, I'm too big a wimp to just say, "no"). She dropped her request to $250, which I rejected, also.

She cut the conversation short after that and said that she would talk to me soon. For the first time, she didn't ask when I was coming back.

Now maybe she is on the up and up and means well and isn't scamming, but it is unlikely and I am unwilling to take the chance and find out.

I have a Lima trip scheduled for Nov. 19-27. Right now, my plan is to not let her know I am coming and just monger my way through the week. I may or may not call her when I'm there -- I am leaning towards not.

RT,

Sounds like she 'wised up' or got edumucated by one of the other girls on the team. I'd guess you were part of the 'window' between her starting the program and really accepting that she's a hooker and nobody is going to fall in love and marry her.

On the one hand, you *could* have married her if you wanted. On the other hand, you'd have been married, with all that implies, as you yourself have posted.


I was talking on the phone the other day to an old girlfriend of mine (AmCit) about a more recent girlfriend: a former Soviet-block national now living in the US who *almost* caught me: 13 months of relationship destroyed by a 10 second slip-up on her part.

I made a similar comment to yours above: I think that if I had gone ahead and married her, even though she was 'faking it', that she would have kept up her end of the deal. That even though she was literally 'selling' herself (not as in prostitution, but as in salesmanship), she was also willing to walk the walk until death do us whatever.

My AmCit xGF couldn't believe it. It wasn't in her to acknowledge that someone could make such a mercenary decision and live with it. I was feeling sorry for myself all over again when the xGF blurted out, "What if she had fallen in love with someone?" At which point I could laugh at the disconnect between her and my Belrussian belle.

I saw this morning that the Peruvians and the Chileans are snapping at each other over Fujimori. The BBC reported that 20% of the populace would vote for the guy today if he were to run. That was a little scary. They then reported that even LESS would vote for the current government today. And here I thought Bush's numbers were low.

Dem Rambling Gnomes

RT,

Your experiences (from beginning to end) with this chica is so incredibly similar to my experiences with a girlfriend in Panama, that I am pinching myself. Especially the last bit.

Make it 7 trips, 2 vacations, 1 visit to meet the folks, her quitting the business and getting a regular job, and then pulling the same crap yours did recently and we are on the same page.

Oh yeah, even down to the part where I am taking a trip next week to Panama where I will give her the "Radioman" speech and then spend my trip avoiding her...

Sigh... nice to find out so late in life that I have a twin brother.

I am not sure if I should feel better finding others like myself or not. Hmmm.

Radioman's explanation of GFE vs LAL hits the nail on the head and explains why there are two types of guys in this hobby and why neither really understands the other. My Venezuela/Panama/Colombia mongering buddy is the LAL type and can't understand my way of thinking and vice-versa.

RT, it looks like my work will take me to Peru a fair amount in the Spring. Let me know if you will still be visiting Peru. Perhaps you can show me the ropes in Lima...

LikeLatina

Hi Like (or should I say brother). RT here.

Iīm on my fifth Angie-free day here in Lima. Other than having to avoid Tequila Rock (Iīm a wimp), and my lack of willpower when a naked girl has my dick in her hand, things are going well here. Iīm having a good time.

I really didnīt **want** to give the Radioman speech to her -- I would have just left things the way they were, until the latest episodes. I can see where that wouldnīt be acceptable to her, but I like the path of least resistance.

I donīt remeber if I mentioned it, but we went to Momīs house for her birthday during the 10-day trip. I was treated like family. Granted, like a family memeber who couldnīt undersatnd half of what they said, but a family member nevertheless.

Let me know about your future travel plans. This place is way cool; I donīt see why I wouldnīt want to come in the spring, too.

RT (AKA Brother),

I just got back from my radioman speech trip and noticed you responded.

Now that Panama is behind me, I look forward to meeting you down in Lima. Will PM you regarding potential dates between Dec 26 and Jan 28.

You still in Lima right now, or did you get back? I feel that I need an Angela Closure story after vicarously living your other posts (grin).

Like Latina

RT here.

I've ben back home for a week now. I have a long report to start typing at work this week, but no, I did not see Angie.

I ran in to her cousin my last night, but I avoided any major trouble.

The fact that her cousin saw me leave Tequila Rock with another chica probably is all the closure that's required.

How'd your trip and speech go?

Well, for about 5 minutes she was really really mad.

Then she switched to hurt and upset and what can I do to make this right kind of stuff.

Then solomn reluctant agreement that it was time to part ways... as "friends".

And being the newbie monger that I am, I immediately went out and found an even more beautiful Colombian to be with the next few days and nights... the WILD part is the new one starts digging in to try and become a GF... (you don't need to pay, when you visit PTY will you only visit me, no others, I want my parents in Medellin to meet you, that kind of stuff) she puts the word out in the Colombian clubs (there are only so three such places in Panama) that I am marked territory and not to touch me... SIgh its starting again. Don't get me wrong as a GFE type, I like it but its a little too soon...

I know she did all of this because the second day the original "radiomaned Colombian GF" turns back up (should have switched hotels... DOH, newbie mistake) screaming about where the PUTA was that stole her boyfriend. Of course the new one was with me and umm well... one way of putting it is that I discovered there is at least a SEONCD nice hotel in Panama City that doesn't enjoy TWO RED HOT SCREAMING Colombian women. That has got to be the first fight that I have evere been in that I really just wanted to run. As guys we pride ourselves on standing our ground.

Dude, I wanted to RUN.

Sigh. Anyway, the original GF now hates me... no more "friends" I guess and worse yet the new GF now thinks that I am some sort of monger or something (grin).... says she is really going to have her ear to the ground.... I spend the next few days with her, things warm up, and then she pulls the, I want out of the business, you seem nice, will you support my family for me... ummm... no comment needed here right? Thus, its time for a change of location (HINT: LIMA). Eight trips to PTY in 6 months is way to many. Many many lessons learned... I hope. GRIN.

RT here.

I apologize for laughing, but this whole thing is straight out of central casting. There is nothing more important than having a relationship with two (or more) hotels when playing the game described above.

Smitopher said it best: GFE rocks/sucks. But I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.

Maybe a Superbowl GT at the Corner Bar Sports Pub in Lima is what we need.

GFE, I need a methadone type replacement.



(Message edited by smitopher on December 06, 2005)

RT,

Well things seem to be firming up now that I will not be going to Lima a lot this spring like I thought...

HOWEVER, I will be MOVING to live in Barranquilla, Colombia for a year this August... While I am there, there should be plenty of chances to travel and at the top of the list is to hook up with you in Lima (assuming you are still visiting that neck of the woods).

I will be in touch in August and lets compare schedules this fall ok?

Thanks!
Like Latina

im probly the youngest cat in this group but ye. Im 20 n i been meaning to go with my friends to south america but neer knew much about places to find the women. Im cuban by descent but nborn in New York so i speak spanish 100%. If you guys were down to go to peru n lad an expedition then id be down for sure to be the translator.


btw, excellent read. Ur the first person whos writen something i enjoyed reading. veryone else isusually strait to the point u know, i felt like i was there with u as i was reading. anyways guys,
the names face' hit me up if yall are seriouse bout hedin an expedition to peru. Im in.

I'm a little late to this thread, since I was in AC getting myself into the situation described here with my first GF after being a mostly LAL guy who cherished the GFE experience--but only for a night at a time, one night per trip (maybe two or three but no commitments).

But I enjoy your writing and insights, RT, so I read from the beginning. And was not disappointed.

My experience is close to that described, with a sweet young newcomer to the business, but is in its beginning stages, due to some time between visits. We'll see what happens. It's good to have some guys who went down the trail before sharing their experience....