or is that "is being lead down the garden path" ?

Just about immediately after coming to agreement - and spending the whole night with her;

BANG ! Walking Pneumonia. So I haven't seen her in 3 weeks, other than a brief "Hi !" when I passed her her allowance.

I even skipped her birthday - she's probably pissed. I'm going down Saturday with the intention of giving her her gifts, her allowance, and taking her out to dinner (Chan's Cuisine), giving her a goodbye hug and returning home without spending the night.

I'd like to think that I will get future chances to enjoy more of her.

OK, now comes the story;

Señor Pauncho Treads the Garden Path.

("Brief History")
There have really been only two women in Tijuana that have REALLY interested me: LTF (Long-Term Favorita) and "A" (of the $125 kiss on the cheek).

I broke up with LTF on the first of the year (2003), and ran into "A" again (during the $125 kiss incident). Trouble with "O" (Sort-term favorita, young) had pushed me towards "A".

After the "$125 Kiss", we started seeing each other (with her kids, of course) on Saturdays. We had a discussion in which I outlined our instant difficulties:

I didn't want to be her client again. (How I met her.)

She needs more money than I can provide (She has a car)

I'm crazy about her, but wouldn't want to be shacked-up with her
if she was still working.

I really want to SLEEP with my woman (intertwined in the night)
(This is something she had denied me in the past because of her kids).

She more or less agreed as to these facts. I said we might as well be weekend friends (platonic), doing stuff with the kids (no sex), if she wanted.

We started doing this, and enjoying it (occasional kisses, but nothing more) for a few weeks.

Because I had always hated her lack of choices in her profession, I decided to look into sending her back to computer school (a four page story would explain it all).

Anyway, she jumped at the chance. Over 14 months time this will cost me about $1,200. This is something I would want to do even if we weren't "Good Friends".

It's probably been about 15 months since we had sex (with each other - She had worked that morning, I had sampled the delights of Bar El Fracaso the night before).

So, the other day, we were in Plaza Rio shopping for some clothes for her. After about an hour I was fed up (Isn't shopping fun ?) and told her I'd take the kids to Burger King while she shopped for clothes.

Of course, I fucked up big time and lost the 3 year-old right away. About an hour-and-a-half later she shows up with the kid in tow. Everything turned out all right, but it was obvious to all whose fault it was.

She did NOT have one harsh word to say to me. I reflected that I wouldn't want to lose that kid nor his mom from my life.

(End of "Brief History" )

When we got to her house, I capitulated. I told her that I wanted to be with her - on whatever terms. I presumed that this meant like before: Her working weekdays & weekends (a very brief morning shift). Saturday & Sunday I would meet her at the end of her shift (9:00 AM) (plus as much time as necessary if she were occupied) just as I had when were "just friends".

She agreed. I prepared to sleep on the couch and - surprise - she joined me. Talk about a confused SrPauncho. Sex wasn't involved, but I got cuddled all night. Of course I agreed to her previous allowance of $150/week.

I went home for my mid-week stint and came down with walking pneumonia. I was sick enough to skip her birthday on Thursday, but caught her Friday morning after school and took her to the hotel (for privacy) to give her her allowance.

I told her that the only part of a relationship I was equal to was that, I knew she still had to eat, wished her well, and returned immediately to San Diego. I don't think she believed me because I looked almost normal at that hour.

Of course that night, I had a temperature of 101.7° F.

Was I being led down the garden path ? It wasn't her that was saying I was sick ! Anyway, we have commenced this relationship. Since then she has moved to Rosarito (across the street from her older sister).

I went down and spent Saturday night. We slept together, attempted sex (I'm not ready yet), I coughed all night and she got little sleep, but at least she believes I'm sick (although now just a little), gave her her allowance and and returned to San Diego.

So I guess I've got a novia and we're shacked up on weekends, and now I can't afford to do "O" (Short-Term-Favorita) anymore. Nor do I want to - at least not yet. My novia claims that she isn't working at all, now.

Sunday afternoon I stopped by Bar El Fracaso and:
Gave a promised CD to my Ex-Novia of January 1st (one dance)
Gave a gift CD to "O" (danced 6 times with her)
Danced one dance with the "granddaughter"

What a gutless fuck I am. I just couldn't tell "O" it's over. Maybe next week.....

Where does all this go ? I don't know. It we are a success, great ! If not, well..., Mexico does not lack beautiful women

Pauncho

Sr. Pauncho, I have always enjoyed your sagas, and unlike many others here I am not at all down on trying to get into a deeper relationship with a working girl -- IF you can afford it and can handle it emotionally. I know I'm passing judgement here, but sounds like you can't do either. While it's great to cuddle with your honey, paying her for that privilege is a losing proposition unless you think somehow you can 'win her over' to the point where she actually responds emotionally to you as you do to her. The odds against that are VERY long unless you have seen some much better eveidence that that's possible than you have posted about so far.

You feel good when you're with her -- so good that you're willing to give up extra-curricular activities. Fine. She needs money to give you the extended time you need with her. Fine. Enjoy it for what it is and while it lasts. But until she ponies up something in the intimacy department and/or tells you that you turn her on and she wants to jump your bones, I'd advise strongly not to get too emotionally attached.

After all I said above, this may sound a little contradictory, but going whole hog and buying the cow (marriage) may work the miracle you need and change things. I wouldn't know too much about that personally, but it sure would remove a lot of the grey areas of your relationship! Supporting her would be a no-brainer, as would be her duty to provide sex. Loyalty and support and hot sex go hand in hand with any relationship I have ever heard of with a Mexican woman, working or not. But give this arrangement a test drive before you actually marry her!

It's like deja vu, all over again!

SrP, I'm posting this to let you know I've read your story. I suspect that has some value to you, else you wouldn't take the time and make the effort to post.

Dem Gnomes

I'm not in a hurry to get married.
If I lived (full-time) with a woman for 3 to 5 years and was still crazy about her, that would be about when to marry.

What a "Real GFE" is like -----

So...... the next week (April 12 & 13), I showed up at the new novia's house and we spent about 30 hours together.

Although I feel a good bit better from my recent pneumonia, I was nowhere near 100 %. The novia and her two kids were all sick puppies. The 7 year-old girl narrowly missed barfing on her mom and myself.

I got to play "Mister fix-it". Seems her new landlord made many promises before she moved in that he isn't keeping: A back door on the apartment, running water inside, etc. I imagine that Mexicans are very handy. I'm not. I think I disappointed her a bit.

But I did hang the back door (I fucked it up, but at least it closes now). Next week I'll install the deadbolt and start on the shower plumbing. At least I'll have something to do in my spare time with her.

We had planned to go out to eat at Chan's Cuisine (quality Chinese) in Zona Rio, leaving Rosarito about 7 PM. It seems like all day I kept falling asleep at every opportunity. So about 5 PM I lay back on the couch and ZZZZZ.......

I awakened about 7:30 PM and they were seated on the opposite couch, all dressed up for dinner, but unwilling to wake me up. I think that this is some kind of a "respect" thing, but it felt really weird.

Anyway I got up and changed into suitable clothing and we went out to eat, then returned to Rosarito. I was really tired - which sometimes gives me "honesty fits".

I talked to her about my plan for my next ten years. (This now looks like it may include her.) I told her that my plans fit in well with her, but I had made them before I met her with no specific woman in mind.

I also told her that she had "that thing" that I wanted. That every woman had those things that women have, but that she had something else as well. That I didn't know what it was, but it made me want to be with her.

She made no comment.

We were both so tired and she was sick that we didn't have sex (REAL GFE) that night. In the middle of the night her baby (3 1/2) had coughing fits, so I told her to go to him for the rest of the night and she did. The next day we really slept in.

I am finally learning about this woman. She's kind of a loaner that needs company. We get along best if I mostly ignore her. As I am "high maintenance", this is very difficult for me.

After a while, she nuzzles me in one way or another, and if I don't overwhelm her with attention, we can give each other quite a lot of affection. But if I overstep in some way, she turns off rapidly.

The big exception - one in a while she lets me give her a back rub. This trip it was easily more than one hour. This was great, because to me, rubbing a chica's back is about like sex without the fluids.

I finally headed to Tijuana about 3 PM. When I got there I went straight to Bar El Fracaso. I hadn't yet had "that conversation" with "O" (my short-time favorita).

I found her, she ditched her dance partner (She's a fichera dancer/hooker), and we danced a few. My intention was to talk to her privately without screwing her. Well......

We went to the hotel, into the room and I said' "Leave your clothes on, I just want to talk (I had already paid her for her time). She jumped out of her clothes anyway (a true pro).

Of course she had noticed that I had ben avoiding her for about 3 weeks or so. I gently told her that as much as I loved her, she had never invited into her real life, not even once, and that she knew I wanted more than that.

She acknowledged this fact. I told her that another had invited me into her life (my new novia), and that I had accepted her offer. Tears started rolling down her cheeks. I mentioned that it would probably be a bad idea to make love

Wow, did I feel like shit. Then she explained to me that she planned to return to her native state of Puebla in a few days, and didn't think she would return to Tijuana. (Gosh, if I had just shut up and let her talk first, I would have been off the hook).

Before it was over, we both cried. I asked her how I could be good to her and she said I was always good to her, but she wanted me to make love to her (translation DATY). I did, she did, we did, and now we have something to remember each other by yet again.

We traded a lot of "I never forget you"s, and "I will always think well of you"s, etcetera. I do have honest emotions for this girl, but recognize the futility of a 34 year age span, a woman who wants two more kids, and who wants to return to a HOT place in Puebla near Veracruz. What a fuckin' shame.

That she is a great piece of ass is only a small part of why I like her.

We returned to the bar, collected her partner in crime (beautiful Elisabeth, one of her roommates), went out to dinner at Restaurante El Norteno in Plaza Santa Cecelia. "O" sat next to me, and Elisabeth across from me, and I reflected that she might make a good new favorita if my novia and I didn't work out (This girl is definitely table stock, although she is way too white for my taste).

We went back to the bar and danced a bit, then I returned to San Diego.

I plan to catch her on one of her last days this week to bring her a few things I hadn't gotten around to bringing her: Video taped cartoons in Spanish, some dinosaur Model/puzzles (for her 9 year-old son, a big stuffed bunny (for her) plus a lot of good wishes for her luck.

The bunny is, of course, an "Easter Bunny", but she has never heard of him so it's just a big stuffed animal to her. Luck - this will take the form of $100.00 - Fifty crisp new two dollar bills in serial number order. And, in her locale, the damn things are valued at up to 5 bucks apiece. She'll be giving them a gifts for some time to come.

I'm really a cheap fuck, but this girl has bent over backwards to be good to me, and I to her, even though our time together was always an economic transaction. We treated each other with courtesy and kindness. We were - in a limited and constrained sense - really good friends.

But, I need to put my energies into my new novia. And now I will do so.

Wish me luck.

Pauncho

"her partner in crime (beautiful Elisabeth, one of her roommates),"

Is this the Elisabeth that is tall for a poblana, slender, was a costurera in her previous life and has either twins or 2 kids and recently returned from vacation?

Reytj

Pauncho..... Good luck. It is a big step to go from monger to a dedicated mate. Breaking the mongering addiction is very tough. I know, I have been addicted for thirty years. The past five years I have been more active than ever.

I have had two recent opportunities to have relationships with young wonderful women. But I have to be honest with myself. I don't think I can be dedicated to one right now. I feel kind of sorry for myself, because I may have passed on very deserving women. But I want to be honest and not fuck around. I will not get in a relationship unless I feel I can be true to her.

I wish you luck with your new adventure. There will be challenges ahead, but I know you can work through them if you are dedicated enough.

I would love to have a beer sometime with you and your novia.

Good luck.

dt

Rey TJ - read on
Daytimer - see my "OOPS" below

Tuesday - April 15th, 2003
Well, I went to Tijuana with one task at hand - Give the bag of gifts (& $2 bills) to "O", before she left for Puebla Friday morning.

I showed up about 4:30 PM, dropped by (strip bar) "Fetishes" (for the first time) and visited briefly with the paloma there - a dear friend (Translation; I'd love to fuck her but she won't let me). She thanked me for the big box of "newborn infant" diapers that I had left for her sister, who recently gave birth.

Then I went (in centro) to "Club LapDance" for a drink, then on to Bar El Fracaso. "O" wasn't there. I left my bag of stuff with someone and returned to the bar.

"O"'s best friend (& roommate, "E") was there. She told me that "O" had left the day before.

I was sorely disappointed. But then I looked at "E" ("O"'s friend) and remembered that I always wanted to try her, but deferred because they were friends. So I asked her to dance.

As I had beaten off in the morning, I had no expectation of having any sexual drive for a couple of days. After a couple of dances, my hard-on was poking holes in her leg.

Because of her good looks and figure, I expected rejection, but she went for "30 minutes, 20 bucks ?" same as all of the rest. It ended up being 60 bucks for an hour and a half. (YES ! I admit to over paying these girls.)

I started with a condomized fuck. Seems she forgot her lubricant (no kids, she's 21) and was really tight. We kept trying for while, then - I realized that she was an incredible edible. I offered DATY and she accepted without hestation - turns out that roommates talk a lot to each other. She enjoyed herself and so did I.

Then I stripped off the condom and asked her to blow me and she said she didn't like it. But I asked her again and she got down to work. She seems to have this (not uncommon) fear of taking a load in the mouth, so she licked and nibbled feverishly from all sides - did a pretty good job, too.

A little later I did her missionary (and a little doggy, too) (bareback) to completion. Surprised myself, as I didn't think I had it in me. DATY provided all the natural lubrication needed.

Somewhere in all of this I was requested and was allowed a thorough inspection of her up-to-date health card. I promised to bring her mine recent, written results next time.

This girl simply has a small, tight pussy and I loved every minute of it. Now I feel guilty because of my novia, but I still think I will visit "E" at least until the novelty wears off - if I can afford it.

And if the novia and I don't work out, maybe I'll visit "E" a lot.

I still miss "O", we had a "connection" at some level, but "E" is a better romp under the covers.

I passed out the bag contents (except the $2 bills) to:

x The cartoon videos to a street barker I know

x The big "Bunny" and coloring books to "LLD" (Lady Lapdance)
x (for her 4 year-old daughter)

x The dinosaur model/puzzles to the brother of "LLD" for his 12 year-old
x daughter who delights in such things.

Afterwards, I did a $20/3-Song lap dance with "LLD" (i.e., sucked her tits off her chest and gossiped with her, hearing her story of her recent breakup with her novio.) It was a comfortable interlude.

Then I returned to San Diego for a night's rest.

1. The novia & I have started to argue a bit. I guess it's normal. But we parted friends.

2. Returned to La Zona, couldn't find "E" at Bar El Fracaso. Turns out she's a street whore now, just around the corner. About 100 feet from where my novia used to work. And all her co-workers know me.

We retired to hotel Imperial for an hour (40 bucks). I told her she was ruining my relationship with her fantastic pussy.

I tried another "Mell the Tool" technique on her and she flat out loved it. We talked about how a girl must "maintain the distance" and how it might be a little harder to do when she enjoys sex a lot. The session terminated with her requesting and receiving a brief back massage (out of time).


3. Tomorrow is Chuy's birthday, he'll be 4.
The novia, her kids (2 right now), & I will attend.

Of course, as Chuy is the son on "LLD's" (Lady LapDance) cousin, she and 5 siblings and their families will likely attend.

I'm a little nervous. My novia and "Family LLD" in the same room.

After she drops me off in centro (after the party), I'm going to run a couple of errands, then find "E" and strap her on again

I guess we shall see what we shall see.....

Now THIS sounds better! I was worrying about your mental health there, for awhile, Sr. Pauncho. Now if you can quit giving gifts to the male pasrasites that leech off of the sex bar economy you would again be my hero!

Oh-Oh, THE NOVIA MEETS LADY LAPDANCE ........

Well, we went to the party. The majority of LLD's (Lady LapDance's) family did NOT attend, but LLD and her daughter (age 4 - whom I adore) did show up.

Well I introduced my novia to everyone I knew (including LLD), and we sat down. We were a little late and they began serving food, so we ate.

The birthday boy, and his sister both greeted me effusively (I adore them, too). I was a little surprised, as I hadn't seen them in six months - I no longer make frequent visits to the hostess' house due to her JEALOUS novio/spouse, who now lives there.

(The hostess had previously told me that I WOULD show up for the birthday party - my appearance was a bit of a command performance.)

However, as I had my novia & kids in tow, the novio gave me a warm welcome. He even asked me when we were getting married. (He was a bit drunk). I had already told my novia that I wanted her to meet my friends (LLD's cousins) and also to blunt the hostess' novio's jealousy.

LLD's daughter spent a significant portion of time leaning on me, and even 15 minutes in my novia's lap. Without getting into details, I told my novia that the little girl was one of my favorites, and that she used to ride on my shoulders (like my novia's son now does) - that I was her first steed.

I offered no further explanation, and my novia didn't ask. LLD wasn't around very much (She's kind of a wallflower at such events). Eventually we did the pinata thing, had cake, and left. She was in a hurry to get home and tackle her homework (the computer classes I'm paying for), so I asked her to drop me off as she passed cinco y diez, and took a taxi into town.

I went to Bar El Fracaso, danced a few with the granddaughter, bought her a drink, gave her some Starburst candy (obligatory...), clothes for her kid and a sexy top for her (99 cents only), and tipped her with a dozen gold coins - "Gold Coin Condoms", that is.

It took her a while to figure out what they were, but she eventually got it, and laughed. I treat this girl (21 - and not really a relative) with loving contempt, and she loves it - but only if I bring candy.

It's loud in Bar El Fracaso, so when I told her she was "elegante" in her new dress, she countered with "No I'm not, I'm small." Turns out she thought I said "elefante", and was a little pissed. She got over it when I explained.

I never found "E", so I ended up with SG "Sylvia". Really good service, but I paid way too much.

Returned to San Diego for a little sleep.

SP where does this Sylvia stand?

Sylvia

North side of Articulo 123 (Calle Primera/1st Ave) between Revolucion & Constitution just east of Hotel del Mar entrance.

Starts work around 1 pm - 7 days.
Asking price; $20

Morenita, tallish (5' 6" in shoes ???) Black hair down to her ass, ample bust, claims 24 years but is lying - more like 29.

Good muscular augmentation during sex (she can snug that puppy up during sex), underlubricated, bring lube. Not so tight as "full contact" which I find pleasurable. Lactating a bit.

Extremely forceful (pain) BJ - avoid.

Pauncho

Saturday April 26, 2003

Due to my mid-week activities, I was tired and waited until Saturday AM to go to my novia's apartment in Rosarito. To my surprise, she had replaced the bathroom toilet's anglestop valve herself mid-week, and her landlord promised to hang her bathroom door. This was to be a "Fun" weekend.

We went to Parque Morelos (train rides, paddlewheel boats, children's artistic workshop - watercolors). We had fun. In the boats I kept towing hers near the fountain, causing an eruption of shrieks from her each time we approached.

The paddlewheel boats were in "Mexican Standard" condition - mine worked poorly and hers worked worse. She ended up having to use her hands to pedal - I don't know why.

So we had a day in the park on Saturday, returning home to pollo rostizo, rice, beans, and fruit for dinner. About 8pm she curled up on the couch with the kids, who continued watching the tele until the DVD ran out about 10pm.

This left me with another night by myself. This is a trick that she has pulled fairly often. All week I look forward to holding her all night (and probably sex), then the reality is I sleep alone with my dick in my hand.

We have talked about this more than once, but she always pleads some necessity.
I was furious. I packed all of my tools, extra clothes, assorted shit, and let myself out. The door latch clicked loudly.

Before I got 50 feet away, she awakened, stuck her head out the door, and asked where I was going. "Home", I said. She started her placation act. "Come, come", she said. I responded that I wasn't going to sleep alone in her house and that I was going home.

This woman that always avoids confrontation (and therefore resolution) caught on really fast this time. (In December 2001 we parted similarly, she never even woke up for hours.) She said she wanted to talk. I told her that her car was a private place to do so.

I outlined my grievances: I was a normal man who needed love, affection, and sex and she seemed to very often avoid this, that I had tried to "do it on her terms", but couldn't bear how I felt when she treated me that way.

She interrupted and I asked her to wait, as I was talking. I said that I did everything I could to treat her well (I had tapped my savings and increased her stipend to $1,000 / month earlier), she interrupted again and I said "Shut up, I'm talking". She got mad.

When I said that she treated me like a good friend, or a patron (I don't mean client, but patron in the mexican sense of someone who takes an interest and helps you), but not like a novio nor a lover, she popped her cork and said something like "You think I'm with you for your money ?"

She started the car and began to back up rapidly. I reminded her that my suitcase was still outside the car. She pulled back up, jumped out of the car and went into the house. I got out of the car and started walking with my (HEAVY) load (Tools !). I got about a block before her car, complete with kids, pulled up, she opened the door and said "get in !". I said "NO" . This repeated about 6 times and I got into the car. She began driving (tight-lipped) towards the cab stand about 2 miles away.

Then she (honest emotion or theatrics - who knows) started crying, long gasping sobs. (several repeats with variations of style) Somewhere in all of this I told her that I was still going to pay for her computer school.

She snapped back that she was going to be alone and did NOT want help from me. (All of this is approximate as she was spouting rapid, angry Spanish, and I'm limited in my understanding). By this time she was just furious.

She did say something about "I want to thank you for all of the things you have done for us." Although she was still tight-lipped, I again said I'd pay her computer school (and buy her computer). She grimly accepted. We reached the cab stand.

As I got out (and thanked her for the ride), I said "I need to speak clearly. I will meet you to go to the computer school and prepay the rest of the classes and buy the computer, but that I won't be giving you further stipends (This is courteous speech for "You better go sell your ass again next week, you are going to need the money").

I find this woman's perception lacking. The first time I went to the hotel with her, I paid 10 bucks. She'll have to fuck 100 guys a month (short time) to equal what I gave her. What reasoning. Did she hate fucking me that much ?

She simply treated me better when I was a client than she did as a novio.
I feel like we had a good, growing friendship, but she was never really my girlfriend. I will confess that I need a lot more attention than the average guy and probably pained her.

I guess I will never understand women. I returned to centro, tried to find "E" and couldn't. Found "Sofia" (whose name I thought was "Sylvia"), spent 2-1/2 hours (Paid a big $120) getting catered to. Over priced, but very well serviced. Later on I found "E" and told her I'd return next weekend.

I spent several brief intervals in Bar El Fracaso. The granddaughter said she saw me with Sofia and if she saw me with her again, she would never speak to me again. I told her that would make it difficult for her to ask for the stuff that I always bring her.

She started asking about the details, then said "You never went with me for 2-1/2 hours". I replied that she never wanted to learn the things I was trying to teach her so she could do her job well (fichera dancer/prostitute). She obviously looked down on all SGs.

I did go to the room with Madelyn (Bar El Fracaso), a 19 year-old who has a 7 month old daughter. She wanted 25 bucks and I paid, thinking that she might be lactating. (Nope). She was rather giggly.

I also did SG Laura #2, about 3 meters north of the NW corner of Constitucion & Callejon Coahuila (The "Alley"). A week ago, she turned me down when I had offered her 10 bucks to suck her tits. Turns out they hurt. This time she accepted 10 for "un rato". When we got to the hotel desk, I upped the ante to 40 bucks for one hour.

She has a delightful personality on the street and in the room. Fully naked, all positions, but no BJ nor tit sucking. But YMMV. She is one of the 3 girls that I often buy sandwiches for, and has been the recipient of one "children's stories" CD.
Nice and snug. Playful.

I went to bed (alone).

The next morning, I walked through the alley several times, and spotted "Fabiola", a young looking (slightly chinese appearing) from Veracruz. She stands somewhere west of Hotel Eduardo, which she uses. Her official age is 19, but she sure doesn't look it. Almost a "page boy" haircut.

No kids, snug snatch, giggled a lot. Very little pubic hair, but doesn't shave. Fully naked, tit-sucking allowed, 15 bucks. Works 7AM to ??? all days. A little down the road and around the corner, I spotted Araceli (in front of Hotel Rio Nilo) and we went up for a brief while.

The day passed.

I returned to Bar El Fracaso and danced with several of the girls.

I bought a couple drinks for and danced with Soraya. I reached a new low for me (behaviorally speaking) at Bar El Fracaso. I played with her tits and then sucked both of them right at our table. I am not attracted to this women, but one day I might take her tits to the room - NICE ones.

Went to Club Fetishes near the border to talk to my friend the Paloma. She swears that the current management does not tolerate TVs nor transexuals in his bar. She said that as her sister (who recently gave birth) has no hubby, she is working for money to buy the diapers and milk - she's the daddy now. I groped her and asked where her pecker was. No pecker, but a beautiful set of tits.

I dropped by Club Lapdance where "Sis" gave me a fantastic hug. Got talking to her and her daughter's father hasn't been around lately. I guess I taught her those Keigel exercises in vain. Did a $20 LapDance with "LL" (Lady LapDance) for old times sake (Great tits). God, I hope she ("Sis")isn't making a play for me !

"Sis" asked me why I hadn't been to the house to see her other sister's new baby. I replied that I hadn't been invited. She said "OK, I invite you." So I guess I'll be returning there (Which is also LLDs house). This is getting a little complex, but I love their kids. And LLD's daughter requested crayons and books, so I know what to bring. This kid already has enough books to open her own library.

As her mom ("LLD") and I are actually speaking to each other again (Since the first of the year), I guess I'm allowed there.

Yes, this is a pathetic tale of a lost young lad burying his sorrow in pussy (well, OK, tits are the main attraction, pussy is the side show).

But I have shed a few tears. By the way, a love-wounded fellow gets some mothering in Tijuana. Those hookers love a loser. Just look at their padrotes.

All told, I sucked the tits on 7 girls (That's 14, count 'em !) this weekend. (No, not the novia's tits). One of them was lactating. (Yes, I've seen her health card)

Future problems: "E" works 50-75 feet south of my (now ex-) novia. I will feel really uncomfortable as I walk away with "E", or if I watch my ex- haggling over prices/services when I'm there.

Of course, if you feel the pain enough times, it dulls. The problem is that I'm still bonkers for my ex-novia. But I'm not equal to the task of being with her. God I miss the kids.

In the evening, I went to the room with Carmen (la guera rubia) and spent about 3 hours just frolicking. I started thinking about getting up in the morning, so I left.

Crossed the border about 9 PM - no problem walking - less than 5 minutes

SP there is an old R&B song that states "everybody plays the fool sometime", but it seems that you "play the fool" all of the time. I'm not flaming you, or putting you down or anything like that. But you really need to stop doing things that are counter productive to your own romantic goals.

How many times are you going to get hit over the head with the same brick before you change your tactics. If you want these hooker chicas to respect and care for you then stop giving them money for nothing.

$1000 a month to some aging hooker and you don't even get to bang her when you want to. If you want to get them wet in the panties, then learn to be a tough guy, a rough neck, a knuckle head. Do you get the idea !!??

Mexican women only have one use for a "man with sensitivity", TO TAKE HIS MONEY AND GIVE HIM AS LITTLE IN RETURN AS POSSIBLE. How many times do you have to see the same movie before you start to understand the sequence of events.

If you want to give away free CDs, and toys, yadda yadda yadda, stop wasting your time hanging around hookers and strippers looking for love and tenderness.

Invest and equal amount of time and energy trying to romance a hard working chica that would never consider selling her flesh and you will have a better chance of finding what you seek.

The downside with a regular chica is that it will take a while to find one that is interested in you. Then it will take a while longer before you can get into her panties. Don''t shower her with free money and gifts and when she finally gives it to you it will be real.

Until then gorge yourself with hookers. Remember, bang them, pay them and then leave them along until you want to do them again.

There will be those on this board that will disagree with what I have said. Trust me, hookers and strippers have no use for poetry and flowers. THEY WANT MONEY!!! They don't respect a man that gives up the $$ with out a fight.

Yes, it seems I like the agony or something.

yes, I'm easy, and it doesn't work.

Still, I sucked 14 tits last weekend and I'm going to start next weekend by fucking a beautiful 21 year-old (if she at her station), or a (ostensibly) 24 year-old if she's not, or... or...

EL MANDADO FEO - Friday May 2nd through Sunday May 4th, 2003
The garden path seems to have been a short one.

I was to meet my (just dumped) ex-novia in centro to pay for her "computer college" course and pay the balance on her computer. When I had first met her in December of 2000 she had a strong desire to learn computers.

And since Late 2001, I had a strong desire to provide her a "door of opportunity" in her life. She hadn't had many. So I did so.

I was supposed to meet her Saturday, it fell through, and we met Sunday instead. She brought the kids. She was very stern in her demeanor, something like a family member attending a funeral. I didn't feel so good myself.

As the year's schooling ended up costing more than I had expected, I didn't have quite enough money to pay off the computer (and still whore around properly afterwards). I have to return next Saturday to pay the balance.

I walked her to her car, put the kids inside & shut the door so we could talk a minute. We arranged to meet next Saturday so I could pay off the computer. We shook hands and hugged.

I told her "Do well" (in the computer studies). She said "I'll do it for you..." I said "No, do it for yourself. You deserve it." A couple tears coursed from her eyes down her nose.

I told her "No te entiendo, ni al reves. Yo queria pan, y me daste migas.....en la noche. En el dia me daste todo." (I don't understand you, nor you me. I wanted bread and you gave me crumbs - in the night. In the day you gave me everything)

She kissed me softly on the lips (a rare occurrence). We wished each other well and I turned to go. I felt like a fool walking down the street with tears in my eyes.

Am I a fool - certainly ! Whether for loving her or for leaving her I know not.

I simply could not have handled it but for the help of 20 year-old Elizabeht, who fucked my lights out Friday Night, Saturday night, and after leaving my ex-novia, Sunday afternoon. The three extended sessions (totaling 5-1/2 hours) cost me US $240. But I never needed them more.

Elizabeht could never really be a girlfriend, but she is a hell of a favorita, and great in the sack. I am going to try to get her to go out with me on one of her days off next month.

Funny thing, she used to close her eyes when she was about to come. (Pretending that I'm not a fat old man ???....). Lately, she's started watching me with loving looks (or at least the top of my head). The smile she gets is fantastic. At first I almost had to force her to give me a blow job, now she's really getting into it.

But the very strong feeling of fondness I feel is not love. It's more like gratitude. It's about the same as I felt for her roommate ("O") before she left town.

But it feels good when we are walking down the street holding hands and some guy ogles her, then realizes she's with me, then sees us go into the hotel. (You can almost hear them think; "Lucky guy".)

On the subject of "keeping it all in balance", I also went to the hotel with Sofia (1 hour - absolutely full service), Madelyn de bar El Fracaso (Almost 19, great tits) (un rato), Alejandra de Bar Rio Verde (una gorda, fantastic sound effects - un rato).

Oh yeh, and Sara #1 of bar El Fracaso (3-1/2 hours, $40). This isn't quite like it sounds. She & I were both so tired that we dozed off. I felt so sorry for her that I later gave her another $40.

Somewhere in all of this, I visited Myrna for a (30 dollar)one-hour massage, but passed on the sex - the poor girl felt slighted.

All in all, I think I need some more Carne fresca.

Pauncho

SP,

Let's make a deal.

You give *ME* $1000/month, and I'll subcontract out the tit-sucking and blowjobs. Guaranteed, you'll get 5 tits to suck and 2 blowjobs a week.

(Yes, 5. I don't want to set the bar too high.)

Dem Enterprising Gnomes

I'll synopsis 2 weeks worth; (D.E.G., 10K words saved)

We went back together on Mother's day,
I'm half miserable already. (She might be, too.)

Wish me luck.

Pauncho

Ah, but Pauncho: can you live without the 10k words? Your writing is your catharsis, no? Letting out the bizarre frustrations of your "why do I believe she's a whatshernamefromPrettyWoman? why can't I just admit she's a suckyfuckyparamuchodinero-ista?" relationship must be some kind of narcotic drug.

We understand, dude. Hell, I haven't gotten a decent blowjob in over a year now -- since the last time I was in Mexico. But I'm not paying $1000/mo for lousy ones, I'm getting them for free if at all. If I was paying your kind of money for little or no sex, I'd want to take radical action, too. (Of course, my idea of radical action is different from yours...)

Keep up the saga, SrP. Think of yourself as the Bill Clinton -- no, the Dan Quayle! -- of ClubHombre: without you, what will all of us closet comics do for material?

Dem Despairing Gnomes

I wrote the 10K words (Catharsis!), but didn't post them.

I wrote my other ex-novia (The one with whom I spent 10 hours/weekend in the room for 100 bucks - but fool that I am, I gave her 150/week) telling her I'd like to see her again.

I'm rather sure that the contrast will help me terminate the current novia.

Sr. Pauncho, you are the consumate tragic romantic, as always. Sweet pain!!!! Enjoy the dance.

I think you need to leave the "putas" alone. I say you should get together with "ThePornGuy", place an ad in a TJ newspaper that says "Gringo looking for novia and companion" and interview the factory chicas that show up.

I'm sure there are some decent non-whoring chicas that would appreciate a guy that treats women as well as you try to.

Hell I would even pay for your first ad just to encourage you to stop banging your head on the same brick walls.

Remember putas are for recreational banging. If you want a relationship look fort a non-puta.

I am dead serious, if you are willing to interview chicas from an ad I am willing to pay for the first ad.

Think about it!

Saturday May 10th, 2003

So what happened next; I had her met me at my hotel, we sat on the bed, and I explained to her that the bag I had brought contained some things I had purchased for her previously: Fireplace matches for lighting her water heater, a couple of videos for the kids, etc.

(No kissing or hugging here). We left the room and went to the computer store, I paid it off, and then realized that they would have to load the software and stuff, so we went out for breakfast to Yangseng's Chinese (BIG-G-G servings).

We went back to the computer store (2nd & Niños Heroes), and I realized that there was no way we could carry this stuff. She said it was only a couple of blocks to her car. The guy from the store agreed to cart the stuff to the car.

The car was on first 1/2 block west of Calle Miguel F. Martinez (near Jotolandia). We approached SG Myrna (one very able felatrix who can also give a killer massage). I thought this could get interesting, but she turned intentionally her back as we approached - jealous I guess.

She knew what was up, as I had told her (Myrna) when she gave me a massage the previous weekend.

So I asked the ex if she knew how to hook it up and she said "No."

OK, so I went to her house in Rosarito. Somewhere along the way, we became a couple again.

So we're together again - sort of. We still are at odds with each other. This is "real" GFE - bitchy.

When she pulled her "I'll just lay on the couch with the kids and then join you" number again, I waited until 10 pm and woke her up, saying "Now, come". Several repeats were necessary, then she said just a minute.

She showed up in about 10 minutes, then we had "Mexican style" sex. Kind of along the lines of "open you legs, bitch". But at least I got laid.
We were both in a pretty bad mood when I left about Sunday noon.

Friday, May 16 through Sunday, May 18;

I showed up at her apartment about 5:30 pm Friday, it was a dull weekend for us. We worked puzzles, fixed her (coleman-like) stove, made "Jiffypop" popcorn, and watched DVDs of HARRY POTTER #1 and of HELLO KITTY.

No sex - OTR (real GFE, ehh!)
A little cuddling in the night, but nothing to write home about.
(This is unfortunate, as I live for cuddling. If I didn't want to cuddle with her, I could just stay in the zona humping young honeys.

By Saturday afternoon, we were sitting there looking at each other like we were about to go a few rounds. I had a flash of inspiration and said (tactfully) "I driving myself nuts just sitting here. I'm going for a long walk to clear my thoughts."

She asked me for how long & I answered "An hour ?..." My sojourn took 3 hours. I walked out and took a taxi back. But along the way I stopped at Waldo's $1 Store.

TOY OPPORTUNITY - Go to Waldo's and buy all of the "ZOOBS" (articulated construction toys) you can carry. The kids were fighting over them all night. (It was so bad that I went back later on Sunday and bought about 20 bucks worth.)

These entertained the kids (& their mom) for many hours - at the cost of ignoring me, of course. When bed time came, I told her that I was really disappointed that I had to drag her to bed and I wasn't going to come get her any more.

She snapped back that she'd show up. We passed a short night - she came to bed at 1:00 am, declined to touch me or be touched beyond an absolute minimum, and left to comfort her youngest at 4:30 am, without returning.

You can see how the weekend went. I took another walk on Sunday. Shortly after I returned, she dropped me off at the taxis, and delivered a series of ardent kisses to my mouth.

Under other circumstances I would have relished the kisses, but not these.

I returned to centro, Bar El Fracaso, and my favorite fichera dancer/hookers. But my heart wasn't in it. I did go to the room with (one of the many) Lauras. What a set of tits. But I couldn't get a BBBJ out of her to save my life.

But I did have a good time. Getting up at 4:30 AM Monday morning was quite a chore.

After I got home from work, I wrote and mailed a short note to my (other) ex-LTF. She never loved me, but at least we cuddled for hours, fucked a good bit, & I smiled a lot.

I wonder if she is speaking to me. I wonder who will open the letter at her house.

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Friday, May 23, through Monday, May 26;

I had a big weekend planned - 3 nights with the novia. (due to "monthly" issues, it had been 2 weeks since we had made love).

Of course, things went awry. The first night, we did the usual. I went to bed, she curled up on the couch with the kids. After the kids were sleeping, she came to bed.

She did her usual, laying down with her back to me. I put my arm around her and she promptly grabbed my hands so I couldn't caress her. I withdrew my hand.. I told her how I felt when she acts that way. She had a couple of things to say in rapid, angry Spanish.

I told her I didn't understand (my Spanish lacks), and she said it again - almost as rapidly. I told her that I still didn't understand her. She snapped back "Forget it !"
"You always want to talk in the middle of the night!", and withdrew.

I told her she might as well go back to the couch. I turned my back and went to sleep.

The next day we talked (What a miracle ! - She finally communicates). She explained that when she came to bed, I needed to allow her a while to lay there and wake up, then we could relate. I explained to her how hungry I was to touch her after a week alone. I think we understood each other.

We spent a lazy day. Went to the sobre-rueda (Instant Spanish lesson - Literally "over-wheels" - a periodic, migratory market place, as opposed to a swap-meet [pronounced almost as "swami", dropping the terminal consonants], a "swap meet" like marketplace that remains in one place).

Love that place ! Mexican music CDs for 3 bucks. Bought a few more to round out the novia's music collection, and a couple for me.

Returned home and broke out a jig-saw puzzle (Cultural note: puzzles are very worthwhile entertainment [ cheap, too] in many Mexican households). While working it I remembered to give her the weekly stipend. She just stuffed it in her pocket and ignored it.

A couple of times the money almost fell out of her pocket. I had to remind her not to lose it. She was really intent on the puzzle. Who says that money is the most important thing to chicas. The puzzle took more than a couple of hours.

Later on we watched television. The kids were outside playing. I sidled up to her and started squeezing her thigh. Right away she started with "(you can touch me) low, but higher, no." (The hem of her skirt is about 2/3 of the way down her thigh, it's not like I was trying to grab her pussy)

This kinda' ticked me off, so I pointed asked her where the line of demarcation was. After several questions and angry answers, it's the hem line of her skirt.
I just backed-off to the other end of the couch.

When 8PM rolled around, I told her that I was tired of watching television, that I had obviously been bothering her, and that I was going to Tijuana and would return about 1:00 AM, when she usually joins me in the bed. She didn't say anything. I left.

I went to Bar El Fracaso, danced with several chicas, walked around, had a sandwich with my favorite street-corner whores, went back to El Fracaso, danced some more, and then walked back to the taxis.

Oh Oh ! Surprise ! Taxis de ruta (route taxis - just 1 buck to Rosarito) don't run that late. The taxistas adjacent wanted 40 bucks for a special cab to Rosarito. I declined.

Looked around, asked several taxi drivers, and found one who took me for 20 bucks. Arrived at the novia's house about 2:00 AM. The door as locked, so I knocked and she let me in. I cleaned up and went to bed. She was waiting for me.

But when I began to touch and stroke her, she acted oddly. Every time I began to caress her pussy, she closed her legs. When I asked her what she wanted from me, she angrily replied "Don't use your fingers."

What it came down to was that she didn't want me to do anything except jump on. This was a "duty fuck" (and pretty much a "command performance" on my part) . So I jumped on and finished unceremoniously. We both cleaned up, then went to sleep.

About 7:30 AM I woke up, rolled over and caressed her. She awakened with a start, got up and went to the living room to finish sleeping with the kids on the couch.

When we got up, she was physically distant, as usual. Pretty much all day... We had planned to go to Tijuana, maybe a movie and eat out. But she reminded me that we had to go to "5 y 10" to buy her a pair of shoes suitable for job hunting.

(PARKING TIP; If you ever go to 5 y 10, parking is a bitch. Approach one of those guys directing traffic and give him 20 pesos, you'll have a parking place in nothing flat)

By the time we finished, I was no longer interested in a movie, as there was a woman I wanted to find at Bar El Fracaso. So we went out to eat - restaurant "El Norteño in Plaza Santa Cecilia near 2nd & Constitucion.

Afterwards, we walked back to the car and I grabbed my bag, thinking she would leave and I would walk the 3 blocks to the bar. But she insisted on giving me a ride. I imagined that she was taking me to the border. WRONG !!!!

She drove me right up to the door of Bar El Fracaso and said "Where do you want to go ?" I answered "I'd really like to be with you, but you don't want me there."
She replied "I never said I didn't want you. I said I need my sleep and I can't stay up all night." I countered "Didn't you fall asleep after we made love (which was all of 20-30 minutes) ?". She didn't reply.

I said "The buses for the border leave from 2nd & Constitución, drop me off there."

One of her favorite behaviors is to ignore me all day, then give me a few passionate kisses just as I'm about to get out of the car. This time, instead of basking in the last minute attention, I just told her "You didn't want to pay me any attention all day, why do so now ? It just makes me sad."

I got out of the car and walked away.... to Bar El Fracaso. I danced (intermittently) 30 + dances and returned home. My spirits were too low to properly chase girls.

That night, I dreamed about the other ex-LTF. That 10 hours per week in the hotel room looks pretty good from here. I wonder if she received my letter yet. I wonder if she is still speaking to me.

Friday May 29th through Sunday, June 1st;

GOSH, I FEEL LIKE I REALLY WANT TO MARRY THIS GIRL....

After the previous weekend, my expectations were quite low. Knowing how easy it is to manipulate me, I stopped by and visited "E" for a brief hour. Great Sex (as always). A pussy tight enough to make a grown man cry. Fortunately I'm a mere boy (late 50's) and weathered well under the compressive stress

She was a little distressed at the short time, during which she served me well, but I didn't do a thing for her (I WAS paying, after all). But it was a full-service hour for the usual 40 bucks/hour. I told her I'd treat her well next time......

I went to the caseta telefonica and called the novia at her sister's place. I told her about the change in plans and that I would show up in an hour or so instead of Saturday morning. I asked her if that suited her and she said yes, but she didn't sound like she was thrilled.

After the long taxi ride, I arrived at her sister's, she came out and we walked across the street to her place. I came bearing gifts: 3 DVDs, a puzzle, 2 pans of Jiffy-Pop, a bunch of plastic soldiers for her son, and some glow-in-the-dark insects, and other stuff.

We hugged, I went to kiss her lips, and she dodged me. "I gotta' clean up", she said. I don't know what she had been doing, but she actually had a little dirt on her - like I cared ! I told her that I didn't care if she was completely covered in mud, I wanted to touch her. She headed towards the bathroom. I angrily snapped "We really gotta' talk."

When she returned, I told her that it really pissed me off, the way she would kiss me on the lips only after a big fight, or when I was about to leave for the week.
I turned to kiss her lips and she turned away, saying "You know I don't like to kiss on the lips. I retorted "Then it would be better if you were with someone that you would want to kiss on the lips.

I walked into the bedroom (and bathroom), packed my shit, and turned to leave. She said "You're leaving because you don't think I love you ?" I said yeh, walked towards the door, handed her her allowance for the week.

She said "No, I don't want it." I said "Take it, you'll probably need it." She took it and said "Gracias", I replied "De nada" and walked out the door. (She didn't offer me a ride to the taxis - I don't think she wanted to negotiate. I sure didn't.)

Returned to Tijuana - Great Luck ! - My hotel still had rooms and I rented one - AND BEGAN A WEEKEND OF PLAYING.

"E" made about 300 bucks on me this weekend, I donated mucha leche, and treated her the way she likes. I told her that I would be a fool to love her, that she should be careful not to let me. (I'm sure that she took it all in as fodder for manipulating me - that was my intention.)

Saturday, I spent some time at Club Lap-Dance, paid for one lapdance and sucked the tits of LLD (Lady LapDance) (See "Is my 'Stripper' Girlfriend a Whore" thread). Afterwards, she said I need some massage. I told her I didn't have money for an additional lapdance (that I wanted to spend, that is...) and she said let's return to the front of the bar..

So we found a mini booth out front and I commenced rubbing her neck tenderly. Usually I have the chica sit backwards in a chair, sit behind her, and have her rest her forehead on the chair back to relax the neck muscles, but this time I did something different.

We were sitting at right angles with her legs draped over mine, and I cradled her head on my shoulder and began to rub and stroke her neck and shoulders. I used my other hand to caress her, petting her hair like you would a cat. We BOTH liked it.

I kept it up for a good while, reflecting that if my (now EX-) novia had been this kind of physical, I probably would have stayed with her. I felt an incredible level of tenderness and belonging - I, I,....GOSH, I FEEL LIKE I REALLY WANT TO MARRY THIS GIRL....

And last year, when I used to rub her back endlessly, it NEVER felt like this. (And at that time I was in love with her.)

What a fuckin' laugh, man. For months, this woman & I passed on the sidewalk without acknowledging each other's presence. She's got a big mother-fucker boyfriend about twice my size (with whom she lives intermittently) who knows what I look like and would like to kick my ass.

The best things about this woman are her tits and her 4 year-old daughter (whom I still love very much). So-o-o..... Why do I have this feeling ? I better defuse this quick. So I told her and her sister how I felt and we all laughed our asses off.

This feeling was more intense than sex with "E", which I score VERY highly. Well, maybe equally intense, but lasted many minutes instead of that "for 20 seconds just before I come I'd like to marry her" feeling.

I came to conclude that our EXACT physical positioning played a major part in what happened. Later in the weekend I did a couple more lapdances with LLD with neck rubs afterwards, trying to experiment and duplicate the feeling. But it had dissipated....

I returned to La Zona and spent 2 1/2 hours with "E" (100 dollars). On the way to the room, some Mexican guy followed us and kept talking about something. Just as we ascended the hotel stairs he called her by name. He looked like he was about to cry. I fully understood why.

In the room, she asked me "What about your girlfriend?" I told her that we had separated again. I asked her if she was mad about Friday, she said "Yes". I hunkered down and made her happy, very happy. And vice-versa.

(There's something about fucking a beautiful 20 year-old......Me gusta la comida Mexicana). Afterwards, I walked her back to the corner near her station, kissed her on the cheek, and she returned to work.

I returned to Bar El Fracaso and surveyed the offerings, took one or two (I truly don't remember..) to my room, but didn't have the energy to fuck 'em. (Remember that I am among the walking wounded - my ex-novia, and all...)

Two chicas caught especially my eye - Beatriz and Christina. Beatriz is the feline-like beauty that I am a little afraid of - afraid of going GA-GA over. She has that effect on me. The odd thing is that she has been a little friendly lately. Course I did give her some candy the week before.

I have this odd habit of giving some chicas candy - while they are dancing with other guys. It may be a little hazardous, as from time-to-time, I get caught at it.
Occasionally, I give candy to girls I don't know also. They ALWAYS accept it.

One of the girls told me that many of the girls in the bar hate me, and call me "Puto" (in this context - womanizer) as they see me dance with (and leave with) different women. And they have started to notice that I'm almost always gone for more than just a few minutes.

The truth is - I frequently take chicas to dinner because I enjoy their company - sometimes 2 or 3 at one.

Anyway - Christina. She's new at Bar El Fracaso and I'd never seen her before, but she knew me. Seems like she knows a hooker I used to fuck at the other end of town....

Sunday, I went to Waldo's looking for some more "Zoob" articulated toy components for Sarah#1's kids, they were fighting over the mere 100 pieces I had purchased. (I had previously dropped 20 bucks on the novia's kids and 10 on Sarah's for these things). Now they were ON-SALE at a fifth of the price.

I bought all I could carry, about 50 bags (500 pieces) for Sarah, & for Lupita. I gave Sarah 10 more bags, and a bunch to "LLD" for Lupita and her cousins next door. I shoulda' bought more.

So if I they still have them at Waldo's next weekend, I'll add one more arrow to my quiver for sucking up to the chicas. First there were dollar-store bras (no longer available), then Tangas (thong underwear), then children's stories on CD (I still have about 200 of these), and now "Zoobs".

As the chicas are children themselves, this shit goes over pretty good. When I was in the room with one of the Lauras of Bar El Fracaso, she said to me. "I dreamed about you this week." "Oh yeh, oh yeh !" I said, eagerly.

"I dreamed you brought me another CD of children's stories", she said. I was so taken aback that I didn't think to answer "And I dreamed of you, my sweet - you gave me a BBBC-TC and swallowed". Life's hard when you are as slow as I am.... Maybe someday I'll learn to think fast..

Sunday night I danced a good bit, took Sarah#1 to dinner and then returned to the states. I feel like I have my life back again.

Pauncho

Yeah SP seems like you have your life back. At least until next week when your ex-novia is due for another stipend installment.

I don't know why you continue to torture yourself with some old hag that doesn't respect or appreciate you. You should focus on the newbie chicas fresh off of the bus. Your stipend would be very impressive to them and they would respect and appreciate you. At least until you start bowing and scraping at their feet.

Once a latina decides that you are a weak man you can kiss goodbye any hopes of ever having her respect.

As much time as you spend in Mexico you should know that latinas respect machismo. NOT SENSATIVE WIMPERING guys that buy gifts and give away free money eventhough they are being disrespected.

DAMN, when a mexican hooker doesn't want to bang you she really must think you are a real puss!!

Amazingly, my current Mexican hooker (a favorita, not a girlfriend) was mad at me Friday night for not doing DATY.

I fixed it Saturday. She's wonderful. I keep telling her that I love her.
And it's true - sort of.

The wonderful thing is I could love her a lot without ever going Gah-Gah over her.
Don't ask me why - I don't know. But I'm thankful.

The only scary thing is she works about 75 feet south of my ex-novia.
(But different hours)

Yes, I'm a fucking wimp (on both sides of the border), but I am changing slowly.

It's finally getting through to me that there is always another one for 10 or 20 bucks.

And the girls that like me at Bar El Fracaso (NOT the ones who hate me and call me "puto" behind my back) still like me. (& I just love them...)

Well, I haven't seen her.
I know when & where to look for her and haven't done so.
Nor called her.

But I now I will run into her again. I hope I'm so into some other slut that she won't bother me.

I've actually seen her twice - across the street - working (SG).

I just looked straight ahead and kept walking.

I don't hate the woman, I just want to stay the fuck away from her.

Pauncho

Ask her for Asian.

Either you'll get it (in which case, enjoy) or she'll be disgusted and never go with without you clubbing her and dragging her by her hair, cave-man style, to a room.

Win, win.

Dem Gnomes

Actually, I ran into one of her co-workers Sunday on the way to work.

As I used to ask her for status on my (on again, off again) novia, she volunteered information, but i quickly shushed her, saying that I wished her (my ex) well and hoped she remained in school, but that her affairs were not mine and that I didn't want to talk about her.

I must have been emphatic, as the friend said "Don't get all pissed off !". I replied that I wasn't pissed, but that I finally understood once and for all that my ex and I DON'T BELONG TOGETHER.

She got the message and will undoubtedly pass it on.

I gave her some Atomic Fire Balls and she gave me a bottle of water and we went our own ways.