Because she paid for dinner and drinks a few times, amazin' eh?
[QUOTE=Joe Arturo;1325219]80? You are ruining the law of supply and demand. Why did you overpay my friend?[/QUOTE]
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Because she paid for dinner and drinks a few times, amazin' eh?
[QUOTE=Joe Arturo;1325219]80? You are ruining the law of supply and demand. Why did you overpay my friend?[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=Tjrookie; 1325193]1 If I visit Tijuana in December or January, Will it be slower (less of a selection of girls, less happening) than the rest of the year?
2I wanted to stay at The Hotel Cascadas at least one night or possibly both nights that I will be there. I have read it is a good location to pick up street girls, and that most sg will go to that hotel. Good move for a rookie?
3 Should I stay on the Us side of the boarder both nights and just travel back and fourth?
4Any other good advice for my situation? I've read the forum extensively but will probably have more questions before and possibly during my trip.[/QUOTE]Tjrookie,
1: Yes it will be slower. While there are certainly chicas who work during this period because they live in Tijuana, during the holiday season many return to their home cities to be with their families, from two weeks to a month usually.
2: The Cascadas or the Ticuan will be just fine for your trip, each have it's advantages. If this is your first trip to Tijuana, I would recommend you stay there to enjoy the full immersion, it's a mini-vacation after all.
3: This is a matter of personal preference. Reasonable rates for a place that is walking distances to the border at the Motel 6 San Ysidro. Walking is about two miles to the border, or you can easily summon a cab if you don't want to walk. It's an advantage if you have an early return flight and don't want the risk of long lines to cross the border on the day you leave.
4: Maybe go back to read posts from a year ago that are around the similar timeframes you will have your trip, admittedly it's a year old but the seasonal issues are usually consistent.
The Halloween timeframe is nice, weather and number of chicas would be more optimal than the other timeframes, but you'll still have a fun time.
Cheers,
Keg
[QUOTE=Joe Arturo;1325219]80? You are ruining the law of supply and demand. Why did you overpay my friend?[/QUOTE]For some reason they seem to increase the price at will!
The last one I banged was 100. (I was already there, so I couldn't avoid it) after that, The last 4 I quoted wanted 100! Hell no! Some of them were really good, and when approaching I was willing to overpay them (at80) but not to 100!
But general rule if they quote 100 I don't go, if they quote 80 depends on the girl, if 60 I go no problem, if 50 40 I go even if I don't like her that much. One time one quoted 20 BJ on the private, I didn't like her at all, but for 20 I couldn't resist. Hahaha
There is a girl previously who dances in amnesia but now works in HK instead.
She goes by the name montana previously but I have never asked her working name in hk.
Fake nose, tits and ass, but quite the stunner, if you can see pass that.
She quotes 150 for hhr, I tell her she's nuts.
But I have seen bigger suckers go for it.
Who knows, one day I may do it just for kicks.
[QUOTE=Cachorrondo; 1325366]For some reason they seem to increase the price at will!
The last one I banged was 100. (I was already there, so I couldn't avoid it) after that, The last 4 I quoted wanted 100! Hell no! Some of them were really good, and when approaching I was willing to overpay them (at80) but not to 100!
But general rule if they quote 100 I don't go, if they quote 80 depends on the girl, if 60 I go no problem, if 50 40 I go even if I don't like her that much. One time one quoted 20 BJ on the private, I didn't like her at all, but for 20 I couldn't resist. Hahaha[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=Cachorrondo;1325366]But general rule if they quote 100 I don't go, if they quote 80 depends on the girl, if 60 I go no problem, if 50 40 I go even if I don't like her that much. One time one quoted 20 BJ on the private, I didn't like her at all, but for 20 I couldn't resist. Hahaha[/QUOTE]Yeah, but for fat ugly hairy smelly fucks, like me, we have to pay top dollar for the girls to suffer through the experience! Bless their hearts!
[QUOTE=Tomjackin;1325392]Yeah, but for fat ugly hairy smelly fucks, like me, we have to pay top dollar for the girls to suffer through the experience! Bless their hearts![/QUOTE]That is correct my friend! That is my theory.
If they see a nice young fit guy, they charge as less as possible in order to go. But being fat and ugly (like myself) they quote high, that in case they have to go, at least the money is enough to withstand me. The problem is that this is impacting my economy now, so I am already on an intensive exercise program (I joined the gym the moment I noticed the 100 quote was becoming common) in order to loose some weight, so at the end I could lower down those HK quotes. 80 is ok for stunners. 60 for regulars.
I can easily accomodate 60 (+25 room and extras) in between my regular expenses, but not a 100+25.
i had some time off on the weekend of aug. 25, so i made a date with one of my faves. i decided to take the train, as the parking at the border on a saturday is horrendous. in retrospect, thay may have been a bad choice. and everything this weekend was late.
the train arrived at the station about 30 minutes late. they'd put on some extra cars, and it was busy because many folks were headed to the races. oh, well.
obviously, we arrived in sd 30. 45 minutes behind schedule. i texted her and told her what time to meet me. we'd prearranged all of this, or at least so i thought. when i finally arrived at the hotel, i was still receiving messages about "where are you?" and "where are we supposed to meet?" ugh! after straightening all of it out, she said she was on her way. she lives in tijuana proper, not far from plaza rio. so, i hung around, had a beer, figured it would be about 30 minutes. two hours later she shows up, with wet hair. damn!
we retired to the room to relax for a few. she was hungry so we went down to the lobby for a snack. the ticuan's marlin tacos are pretty good and we split an order, which took the better part of 20 minutes to arrive. i told her we'd go have a good dinner a bit later, but she ordered a club sandwich anyway. this chick can eat! i don't think i've ever had a hot club sandwich. other than that, it was pretty good.
after dragging her away from the chow, we retired to the room. really, the only downside is that she's not that great in the sack. just average. and right after a huge o, she tends to fall asleep immediately. hey, that's my m. o. but she makes up for it with a sweet disposition, and she's always cuddly and affectionate when we're out. after some horizontal folk dancing we napped a bit. as it was getting dark, it was time to go out. she got up, grabbed her bag and headed for the bathroom to get ready.
well over two fucking hours later she emerges from the bathroom, made up and ready to go. she looked fine, but i had no idea what she could have been doing in there for so long. i pulled on my clothing. she asked if we were to go partying, or if i wanted to go to the movies. i pointed out that she was dressed for partying and not for the movies. she agreed and said that if i wanted to go to the movies, she'd go change into regular clothes. no fucking way! i'm not waiting another two hours!
so, we hit the streets. we strolled down to cesar's. we went into the tapas side, but the waiter asked if we wanted to sit there, or in the main dining room. you can have the full tapas menu in the dining room, if you want. and i wanted. so, we had a nice tapas meal, a cocktail and glass of wine for her, two glasses of wine for me. we left stuffed (did i mention she can really eat?) and it only set me back the peso equivalent of about $40. btw, they have a killer tomato-basil soup.
i think we got out of there around 10:30 or 11:00. we strolled around revu a bit and watched some of the revelry. she asked if i wanted to party around there, or go someplace else. i'm always up for a new place, so she suggested cats. ok. vamanos. the taxi guy knew where it was, and in a few minutes we were pulling up in front.
man, what a zoo. it's in sort of an "industrial" office-building center, for lack of a better term. it's occupies the basement, ground floor and (i think) the upstairs floor. it's a bit dark, very noisy, loud music. it's an open bar, flat rate of 160 pesos for men. 100 pesos for women, if memory serves. needless to say, it was wall to wall people. definitely not a place for the claustrophobic, and the whole place looks like a fire marshal's worst nightmare.
we fought our way to the bar and got a couple of blue hawaiis and a couple of sex on the beaches. in plastic cups. i was unable to determine if she ordered them because she liked them, or if the bartenders were just making bunches of them. we finally found a place to light, upstairs near the railing. it's a lot of fun to watch the locals party. lots of eye candy running around. it seemed the less-pretty and more-chunky girls were having all the fun, grinding their asses against all the guys in their party and generally cutting loose.
after 3 or 4 cocktails, we started wandering around. i was considering another club when we happened upon a slightly less crowded alcove downstairs. a bunch of kids were partying, but there was an empty table. we snagged it. we ordered a cubeta. a couple of 20 peso propinas to the seriously overworked waiter ensured very prompt refills of the bucket.
the neat thing about all you can drink is that it's easy to buy somebody a beer. we start drinking and dancing, drawing the attention of the kids near us, who were a lot of fun. one guy was from ontario, or therabouts. beers flew back and forth. one of the kids kept dragging me over to do sort of a sandwich style dance with his gf. him in the front, me in the back. she seemed to really enjoy this, for some reason. i think i'm old enough to be her father.
i have no idea how many beers were consumed. i can remember 3 cubetas, there may have been more. btw, they are the pony-style beers, like the ficha drinks in the zona bars. the place finally closed up around 2:00am. all the kids wanted to continue the party at some place on revu. we hopped into a taxi and went.
i can't remember the name of the place. all i remember is fighting the crowds to get to a table, getting seated, and then gf telling me we had to leave. so, we said good bye and did. i can't remember how we got back to the ticuan. i think we walked. i remember getting upstairs. i have a vague memory of her ralphing in the toilet, but i may be mistaken. i yanked out my contacts and hit the bed and passed out.
i got up once to [url=http://isgprohibitedwords.info?CodeWord=CodeWord134][CodeWord134][/url], came back to bed, tripped on a chair and went ass over teakettle. damn.
i guess the blackout curtains worked pretty well, because we didn't wake until the phone rang. she answered. when she hung up i asked about the time. she said "uno pay eme"
it took a minute for that to sink in. i couldn't believe it, as they always call around noon to see if i'm staying an extra day. i got up, grabbed my phone and checked. shit! it is. and i have a 2:40 train to catch.
so, i set a world record for showering and dressing. i hurried her along as best i could. i had 1, 500 pesos left, so i gave them to her and she seemed ok with that. we rushed out the door, waited on pins and needles while they checked the room, then whizzed to the corner to find a taxi.
shit. there was a street fair and revu south of ticuan was closed, so no taxis coming north on revu. we finally flagged one down, i made my hasty good-byes and told the drive to hurry. he did, to the best of his ability, although i don't think his shortcut was all that much faster.
the line was stupid long, but i had my sentri in my sweaty hand. i whizzed through the line as fast as my hungover ass would take me, and outside where the damned trolley machine refused to take my money. i bought something at the little store there to get some different change, got my ticket and go onto the trolley.
it's exactly 45 minutes from san ysidro to america plaza. my train was supposed to leave at 2:40. the trolley left at 2:00 on the dot. shit. i'm going to be late. as the trolley chugged along, i figured that the train wouldn't leave at 2:40 on the dot, and that i'd have time to run across the street and get onto the train. at least with a business class ticket i'll be guaranteed a seat. so, i sat and fidgeted and fretted.
sure enough, at exactly 2:45 the trolley pulled into america plaza. i hopped off and ran across the street and into the station. omg! they hadn't boarded yet! yaaay. so, i got in line. and waited. and waited. and waited. shit. the train's not even here.
turned out the train was late due to some major delays stemming from the previous evening, when a freight train hit a pedestrain, or some such. anyway, the train pulled in about 15 minutes behind schedule, they unloaded, cleaned, boarded us and pulled out about 35 minutes late, or thereabouts.
about 10 minutes out, we slowed down. the guy came by for drink orders. no sooner had he finished, then we stopped entirely. i was reading, but after a few minutes i looked up. i thought we'd stopped to wait for another train, but we were stopped in the middle of an intersection. odd. then a lot of people started running around. then a bunch of cops showed up. next thing you know they announce that there has been an accident and we'll be delayed a bit.
then an ambulance pulls up, the paramedics grab a stretcher and actually walk through the train, between cars. they came back a few minutes later, still carrying the stretcher board, but with a backpack or something. long story short, the train had hit some lady who was crossing the tracks against the light. a southbound trolley was on the track next to us, and she and two other people were apparently waiting for the trolley to pass. so, they were probably looking north and, when the trolley passed, they started to cross right in front of the northbound train. fucking idiots. the arms were down, bells ringing, everything. two of the people made it across. the third, supposedly an older lady, didn't.
the new crew came and filmed it, some chinese kids in the seats near me were watching the broadcast on their iphones. they covered the body with a yellow tarp. it had landed 20 feet, or so, past the intersection, about 1 car length ahead of me. i went up to the dining car where people were standing around and talking, and spoke to a couple of the witnesses.
anyway, after sitting for over an hour, they finally backed the train back into san diego, transferred us to another train (the one that was scheduled to leave after us) and we were on our way again. i arrived at my station about 3 hours late, tired and still a bit hung over. stil, it could have been worse. i know one other person had a worse day than me.
maybe next time i'll drive and park in one of the free trolley lots. i hate to leave my car there overnight, but i have before. anybody else have any experience with overnight parking in the trolley lots?
Great report Phordphan. Thanks for sharing I always love reading about a fun filled Tijuana adventure. Seeing as how I'am getting a little burned out on Las Pulgas, now you got me curious about this Cats place. Do you remember what part of the city it is in. Also wondering what kind of music they play. And if a mid 50's gringo would fit in ok or is it a pretty young crowd.
[QUOTE=Phordphan;1326074]Maybe next time I'll drive and park in one of the free trolley lots. I hate to leave my car there overnight, but I have before. Anybody else have any experience with overnight parking in the trolley lots?[/QUOTE]Parking lot behind jack in the box is ok for overnight, so is the one across from it, done it a few times and seen / heard others do it.
(also let your story be a lesson to others: always help the elderly cross the street!)
[QUOTE=Phordphan; 1326074]I think we got out of there around 10:30 or 11:00. We strolled around Revu a bit and watched some of the revelry. She asked if I wanted to party around there, or go someplace else. I'm always up for a new place, so she suggested Cats. OK. Vamanos. The taxi guy knew where it was, and in a few minutes we were pulling up in front.
Man, what a zoo. It's in sort of an "industrial" office-building center, for lack of a better term. It's occupies the basement, ground floor and (I think) the upstairs floor. It's a bit dark, VERY noisy, loud music. It's an open bar, flat rate of 160 pesos for men. 100 pesos for women, if memory serves. Needless to say, it was wall to wall people. Definitely not a place for the claustrophobic, and the whole place looks like a fire marshal's worst nightmare.[/QUOTE]Fire marshal at Cats, good luck on that one! Two previous HK customer service gals took me there for my birthday blowout in June, but it seems I paid anyway; funny how that works. We did have a good time in the place, despite the fact that I'm old as sin.
Great reporting and great humor to boot! I really enjoyed the report!
[QUOTE=Hugotheman;1326104]Great report Phordphan. Thanks for sharing I always love reading about a fun filled Tijuana adventure. Seeing as how I'am getting a little burned out on Las Pulgas, now you got me curious about this Cats place. Do you remember what part of the city it is in. Also wondering what kind of music they play. And if a mid 50's gringo would fit in ok or is it a pretty young crowd.[/QUOTE]Here's a link, maybe it'll help a bit.
[url]http://www.panoramio.com/photo/18072349[/url]
I couldn't really tell, but the neighborhood looked like it was fairly close to Mision 19. Same sort of semi-industrial vibe.
I'm 54 and didn't feel out of place, although I'm used to hanging with younger kids in foreign countries. It's 98% young kids, so you'll want to go with a date. Just showing up stag might be a bit awkward. But having said that, all the kids I talked to, at the tables and the men's room, were very nice, always asked if I was having a good time, asked about where I was from, told me about where they either lived or still live in CA, etc. I will say that one of the guys kept talking to my date, they opened their phones and I think exchanged numbers, etc. LOL As if I cared, but I thougt it was kinda funny. My guess is that the average age was about 25.
The music was a mixture of Spanish pop, reggaeton, etc. All very loud.
PP,
Nice job reporting on CATS. Never heard of it but will definitely check it out. There has to be so many places that we don't know about. Keep digging.
So about 2 weeks ago, my Mujere Loca told me she was flying back to her hometown for a month. It made me sad. It's been about only a month or two that she came back to working to HK, and we've kinda rekindled our relationship.
It's strange, but I feel like this relationship is stronger, and has more substance than some others that I've had with real girls stateside.
Since she told me she'd be leaving, we decided to really put some effort into spending some quality time with her, which we had success to varying degrees based on her working schedule and the fact that she's a flaky HK girl.
We had awesome some hits; spent some QUALITY sessions up above in Cascadas, and a night together at La Mansion. Also some unfortunate misses; I getting flaked on, me flaking on her due to me expecting that she'll flake on me.
Been having trouble getting ahold of her the past few days, so I've been kinda bummed out.
So last night (Tuesday) will be her last night before flying home. I'm trying to set something up with her to spend the night, and she agrees. YAY! The sky is clear, and the sun is shining again.
I wrap up a date quick here in SD, and rush down to the boarder to meet her at HK. She gets off at 12. I told her I meet her at 1130. I'm actually behind schedule, so I jog the whole way up the stairs, and across the bridge, and down the street to the first turn-stile.
Finally I make it to HK, and I'm still reluctant to allow myself to put complete faith that she'll actually be there, or that she would have gotten off work early, or that last minute she'll not be able to spend the night with me.
But I get inside, grab a beer, ask my Misero buddy if she's around, and I can tell he's on the job to track her down like blood-hound with a scent.
When my the Misero turns up nothing, I decided a location change is needed, so I move down to the front by the bar with the stools, so I'll be able to see her when she goes to cash out, or do her end of the night paperwork or whatever the girls do at the front bar.
Right when I sit down in the stools, I see her coming out of the Miami room, and she's coming straight for me. AWESOME! Ask her if she wants a drink, and we're off to a good start.
She's got about 15 minutes left to her shift, and she's telling me she's hungry, and wants to grab some tacos, and where do I want to stay? I'm smiling inside, and I'm thinking, 'This is actually going to happen'.
Midnight. She goes up to change to street clothes. I wait for her back in the front bar area by stools. She cashes out. Walks by me in our normal routine where I pretend not to notice her, and she pretends not to notice me, so that we don't attract any unnecessary attention to our relationship. I hold for a couple secs till she's well past me, then follow her out, and catch up to her down the street on the way to tacos stand.
Tacos.
Taxi to La Mansion.
If you've never been to La Mansion, the rooms are kind of like condo style units, where the entrance to each unit is through automatic garage door on the ground floor.
We're directed to a side of the hotel that I've never stayed at before. Our garage door opens right onto a view of the reception.
I want to take things slow, so she feels this is not about sex, that I really want to connect with her. We're talking about random stuff. Important things to ourselves, meaningless things, just enjoying each other's company.
She wants to celebrate with a bottle of Don Julio Reposado.
$55 for the bottle, some beers, chasers.
9 shots later.
The first beer can is flying across the room, spilling its sudsy foamy contents all over the nice crisp bed sheets.
She's thrown on her clothes and over night bags on her shoulder, and dashing downstairs to open the garage door to the outside. I'm worried that she'll run out into the darkness, and I don't think there's much traffic in that area, and not be able to find a way home, or she'll encounter some unsavory characters all by herself. So I'm struggling with her to shut the garage door. Up it goes. Then I manage to get my hand on the door opener. Down. She's incredibly strong. Up. I grab her hips. Down.
Finally she relaxes a bit, and we head back up the stairs. Not for long. She start running towards the door, but I manage to grab her, and calm her down again. Not for long.
She strips completely naked, and manages to get out of the unit before I can grab her. Reception is calling the room phone. 'No se qual es la problema. Ella es tan boracha. Lo siento. Vengo para llevarla. '
I get down the steps, and she's headed back towards the room. She has her sun dress back on. I take this as a good sign. Not for long.
She makes a final, last ditch effort attempt to get out the room. I'm in the garage pulling her from around the waist, but she starts SCREAMING AT THE TOP OF HER LUNGS. I freak out and let go, and she runs off.
The guys at the reception are standing around watching her, and staring back at me.
I decide to run upstairs to put on my clothes and go grab her.
Once I get back down to the reception, they point me down the dark, silent street.
I walk down the street, and I find she's collapsed up against the wall in a complete pitch black street.
I try to help her up, but she's fighting me the whole way. Finally I just man up and pick her up, but she's wailing and kicking and fighting, but finally I make it back to the reception, and I set her down in front because I want there to be plenty of witnesses to see that she's completely drunk, and I'm just trying to calm her down.
There's like 5 employees out front there by this point, and I ask them to get me a bottle of water so she can drink and hopefully sober up. This is when she starts kicking me in the nuts.
One of them lands square, and I back up alittle ways and I'm bent over trying to let the squeeze die away.
Which is when my vision goes completely black, and I see stars all the different colors of the rainbow.
From the expertly thrown muay thai roundhouse kick with the most solid part of her shin connecting straight to my forehead.
The force of the muay thai round house kick stands me up again from my bent over position, and I'm just walking around dazed, trying not to fall down or lose consciousness.
I can hear everything going on, but it just seems very distant and very far away.
After the kick, I hear all the reception guys hooting in exclamation to her, trying to communicate like 'hey hey, calm down, no need to crack his skull with your shin', but I hear it as if it's hapenning in the background.
After I walk around for a while, and finally come to my senses, I ask the recreption guys where she went and they said she took off.
When I go back and look down the street both ways, don't find her.
This is not the first time she's snapped after heavy drinking. Three other times the exact same thing happened. All of a sudden, she'll suddenly snap. Pack her things in her bag, and run off. The only difference is the other times we've been in very populated areas, and she's always been able to get a taxi, and I figure at that point she's safe so I just let her go.
The difference with this time is that I was trying to hold her from running off into the dark.
Right now, it's 8pm of the next day, and I'm still not completely sure what happened to her.
I called her several times today, and two calls went through, BUT both times she said 'hola, hola', then hung up. The inflection with which she said hola, and the duration between the hola's seemed EXACTLY the same, which make me think it might have been a VM message. BUT it's different from her NORMAL VM message. And I actually heard the normal message a few times when I called later.
It was definitely her voice when the calls went through, but not sure it they from some other VM message.
I'm really worried that she made it back safe. Thinking back, maybe I should have made a greater attempt to go find her, but I was drunk, and my head was bashed, and I was hesitant wandering around in the middle of the night in Tijuana in my state.
Thought you guys might enjoy to hear the latest in my legacy of disasters with the Mujere Loca.
The guys at the reception were asking me if she was my GF. Before tonight, we had both agreed that we were novios, but the muay thai roundhouse kick to my forehead is giving me second thoughts.
Are you sure your "pimpin"?
Maybe you should try giving her 2 dozen roses and a gift certificate from Sanborns for $200 u.s.
Put her up in an a swank apartment then blend her some margaritas and cook her favorite meal.
Tell her you love her and can't live without her.
Get on one knee beg her forgiveness and ask her what else you can do.
It's not you, its her. LOL
[QUOTE=PimpinIt;1326506]The guys at the reception were asking me if she was my GF. Before tonight, we had both agreed that we were novios, but the muay thai roundhouse kick to my forehead is giving me second thoughts.[/QUOTE]Really? This was your first clue?
Whenever there's a chance for a crazy Tijuana adventure, I'm first in line. So I can appreciate the fun and excitement of this, and it makes for great stories afterward.
But, seriously. This chica is bad news. She's extremely flaky because she's either a total ditz or she has a drug problem. She has a major alcohol problem, which both you, and her line of work, exacerbate. And it would seem she has a mental problem, just to round things out.
Don't take this the wrong way, but do you have such little self-respect? You sound like so many abused women, who say that their BF or husband is such a nice guy when he's not drinking (or whatever). This just after he beat the shit out of them.
This chica doesn't have anything that 1, 000 other girls working in the zona have.
I, too, love to have fun with the chicas outside of the bars. Yes, one does have to put up with a certain amount of nonsense, as these are not "normal" chicas. But, seriously, you are asking, no, begging for trouble. The next time, some drunk local may take it upon himself to defend her honor and you may end up on the wrong end of that exchange.
Man up, stop playing the PLM and go find some other chica to hang with. It ain't difficult.
P.S. - Other than that, it was a great post. I wish I could have been a fly on the wall and watched all the excitement.