I woke up around 9, after not nearly enough sleep. I wonder how long after my return it will take to get used to waking up around the same time we go to sleep here. Oh well, Ale showed up on time, great girl. Read my previous post about her, and double the pleasure numbers. Upon leaving, she made me promise to call her first on my next trip. I agreed, but she is my second favorite, and my favorita will be the first call I make for sure. Our session went three and a half hours for three hundred pesos. After that, the guys and I met up for our shopping expedition. We went to the leather factory recommended by Mayri, and two of us bought some very nice jackets and belts. I have to say, Leo's friend from Miami, is a shrewd negotiator. We got a decent discount, and ended up spending a good hour and a half at the place. The name of the place is El Creador, it is on Santender, and they have an excellent selection of every kind of leather good you can imagine. I have the phone number and address if anyone needs it, just send me an email. Have Mayra set you up, and you won't regret it. The entire staff was super friendly, shaking hands, and kissing cheeks all the way around. We were all pretty hungry, and I still had a few hours till my next appointment with my favorita, so we asked the manager of the factory where the best place in the area was to get a steak. The manager set us up with a driver, and sent the older guy working in the factory to the restaurant to explain to the chef, that we are friends of his, and he promised the restaurant would treat us right.. We got to the restaurant, and were greeted by the manager, and had some decent chicken and steaks, several cervezas, and vino tinto, followed by strong café. When I asked "La cuenta por favor", the waiter said "No pagar". Can you believe that! Nowhere in the states does this happen. Apparently, the old guy had prearranged the whole dinner before we even ordered. The funny thing is we had been jokingly talking about him paying for us, but all of us were stunned when there was no charge. Just one more reason why this is the best city in the world.
We decided to meet up later that night to hit a club in Belgrano (Estilo Nuevo Bolich). I headed back to my hotel for my novia, who showed up right on time. This is one time I'm not going to share details, but, let me say that this is as close as it gets to real love for me, understanding the limitations. I'm not naïve, so before you club me over the head for being stupid, understand my eyes are wide open. Four hours later, she didn't want to leave, and I didn't want her to go, but the hobby must come first. There were five of us together, so we took two taxis to Belgrano, and found the club without too much difficulty. The place was ok, but the talent level wasn't to any of our tastes. I think this club has been mentioned in this forum before, and Leo can fill in the details, but we paid 15 pesos each for a ticket for the first drink, and proceeded inside after chatting up the girl at the door. Before I go any further, let me explain that after the time spent with my favorita, I was not going to get a girl, unless she was a solid 9. That said, the deal in the club is that you pick out the girl you want, then negotiate price, and you can either take her to your hotel, or they have rooms upstairs. The latter would be a good option if you wanted to have multiple sessions before heading home.
Break: Right now I'm sitting at a table outside La Strada sipping an espresso, and it is a beautiful, sunny day, a little on the cool side, but lots of sun and a light breeze. This is an extra day I didn't plan on, but I'm just going to lounge around the cafes today, and watch all the beautiful women stroll by. I may hit Newport one more time this afternoon, if I don't manage to meet up with Ezy, I would really like to meet Marcella. (Edited in later, Newport doesn't open till 10pm). I saw her last night, but she left with someone else. I'll provide more details of the extension to my trip in a subsequent report.
Anyway, we left the club in Belgrano after a couple drinks, but the one thing I wanted to mention is that it was Saturday, and this Sunday is el dia del madre (mothers' day) in Argentina. At midnight the 20 or so girls in the place, including the one that looked a lot like Pippi Longstocking, start going around and hugging each other and kissing cheeks. It was like being at a New Year's eve party in the states. All of them kept saying feliz de dia del madre! So, we now have a good way to check and see if the girls have kids, just go the night before mothers' day. Allright, so since the long tall DJ wasn't on the menu, we headed for greener pastures. The problem is that there were none on this night. This was definitely the worst night of my trip for the numbers of girls available. We went to 7 or 8 clubs in Recoleta, and found only a handful of even close to acceptable girls. I saw one at Playwoman I liked, and one at Shampoo, but they weren't good enough to tempt me. I'm not sure if every Saturday night is this slow, but for my next trip, I'm going to arrange toda la noche with my favorita on Saturday. Also, it may be better to travel in smaller groups. Only one of us took a girl home, but I'll let him or Leo post the details. We had hit every imaginable club, and the places were just dead. We ended up at Shampoo, where the one guy from Boston took home Veronica, after Leo's friend negotiated an acceptable price. The remaining four of us didn't care for anything on the menu there that evening, so we decided to hit Black, even though none of us think the inflated prices there are worth the talent. While at Shampoo, I spent my time chatting up the waitress I was now well acquainted with, Ana Carina. She loved it when I asked her why the most beautiful woman in the club, and the only one I was interested in, is a waitress. I think it is definitely a good idea to have some game with some of the regular girls. More about her will be posted later. So off we went to the highly over rated Black. This was the worst experience of my trip. We arrived at the club, and like all the others we had been to, asked if one of us could go in to see if there were any good ones inside without having to pay the entry fee. But, this was the only club that refused entry to all of us. The reason was apparent that there weren't many girls there, and Blacks is more interested in the 20 peso entry fee, then the potential thousands the four of us might have spent if we had only been allowed to look. After we argued with the guy for a few minutes, I decided what the hell, for the good of the team, 20 was not too much to pay, so I could check it out, and like we suspected, there were only a handful of available girls, and no good ones. I was hot, because I felt like I had been cheated on purpose. Believe me when I tell you that they knew they had just lost four customers for good, but they obviously did not care, and I told the guy I would be advising all my friends to take their business elsewhere too. Consider it done. I will never set foot in this club again, as there are too many good clubs that appreciate our business. We spend a lot of money here, and I believe we should be treated better than that. After that we gave up on the Recoleta clubs, and took a taxi to Buenos Aires News (a big dance club), to check out the amateur talent. I knew when we got there that I was going to strike out, but it was an incredible place that was absolutely jumping. It is a cavernous building, with several bars and levels, and absolutely packed with hot girls, from teens to a little older, but literally thousands of people. You really press a lot of flesh getting from one end to the other. I saw lots of girls I wanted, but sadly, I am too old, and not nearly attractive enough to do well in a place like this. It was fun having these beautiful young girls putting their hands on my chest as we squeezed by each other. If I go there again, I will actually put some effort into scoring, but this time my heart was not in it. Leo did exceptionally well, getting the phone number of a little smoking hottie, that was all over him in the club before she and her friends took off. Again, I'll let him post the details if he wants to, not my place to do it, but he got a date with the girl the next night. We ended up heading back to our hotels sans chicas. I arrived last, as the sun was coming up strong, a little before 7 am.
Not counting striking out in all the clubs, it was by far my best day of the trip, with two extra long sessions with my two favorite girls. A total of five rounds in one day, with no viagra enhancement, with two absolutely beautiful girls, is a good day for any man. My favorita actually cried when we kissed goodbye, exchanging email addresses, and we promised to study each others languages every day, so that when I return in November, it will be easier to talk with each other. Believe me we had no trouble communicating, as my somewhat limited Spanish was much better than her English. It is an incredible ego boost to have a 21 year old, perfectly beautiful girl tell you how special you are to her, and how much she will miss you when you go. I have lost my heart to these girls and this city.
While I'm sitting here, I'm getting some serious eye contact from an older stunner with flaming red hair. I think she wants me to approach, but I'm going to hold out for Marcella.
That's enough about day five, when I went to bed, I was feeling incredibly sad thinking it was my last night here. I will miss Argentina, the beautiful women, and especially my favorita.
Ciao for now,
EZE
