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I was in college and met an old high school buddy stationed in the navy at San Diego. My friend and his navy buddies took me down to Tijuana one night and showed me how to monger. I think I nailed three chicas that night! I just could not believe how easy and cheap it was to get great panocha without all the games. I have been addicted ever since!

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1968:

In 1968 my Uncle Sam gave me prepaid tickets to Southeast Asia.
Using sunny Vietnam as a base of operations in places like Yokohama, Formosa and Thailand I discovered that I could have very enjoyable intimate encounters with numerous young ladies. And not once did I have to call them the next day and have lengthy discussions about whether we would be going steady.

I think this experience is the mold that the rest of my life took it shaped from. Once I returned to the US having satisfied my Uncle Sam's demands of me I completed college. Whereupon I found myself living in a nice apartment , driving a sports car and wearing suits to work. With those tools to work with I had numerous opportunities to do lovely young ladies who were involved with me thinking they were negotiating a lifetime contract. As enjoyable as this was it did bother my conscience. Then in early 1980 I began to travel to Las Vegas where once again I found numerous young ladies who would not be heartbroken if I did not call them the next morning. Granted this was a tad bit expensive so the operations were limited. In early 1997 I had an abrupt end to my last session of negotiating a long-term contract with a lady. I had just read a book about Costa Rica. That February bought a plane ticket I've not had another relationship since. That is not one that's lasted much longer than two hours.

Lee

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LATE 2003

I was in San Jose, Costa Rica.....staying at the Hotel Don Carlos, about to do the "eco-tourist thing." Had no idea of the "opportunities" available with the young chicas. One day while at breakfast, a nice older couple who were also staying at the Don Carlos, mentioned to me that there was a "house of ill repute" [NEW FANTASY] across the street from the room they were staying in. Sure enough, I looked out the window and saw the pink neon New Fantasy sign above the door. That was it. I became a monger that day. Haven't looked back.

Zebra

My love of poker drew me to Reno for an extended trip in 1978, and it wasn't long before I discovered the Mustang Ranch and the brothels near Carson City. My love of poker and mongering prompted me to actually move to Reno for four years in the early 1980s. Needless to say, I had a bit of a problem with bankroll management due to my frequent flyer status at the "ranches." This was when everything was bareback and GORGEOUS ladies could be had for $30 a pop. I eventually had to leave Reno for safer grounds in my home state of Kentucky when unlimited drink tokes, an extended flirtation with nose candy, and grotesquely irregular sleep patterns brought on by marathon poker sessions and, yes, nose candy, took a massive toll on me. These years were the best of my life and kind of spoiled me. Once the AIDS scare swept thru the Nevada brothel scene and condoms became mandatory and prices SHOT THRU THE ROOF, I pretty much gave up mongering in Nevada whenever I returned to visit friends and play cards. And I didn't monger anywhere else in the U.S. for a couple of decades.

My love of travel reintroduced me to the mongering life in the 1990s. I spent some time in 1994 mongering in a government-run brothel near Palu (Tondo Village) in the central part of the Indonesian island province of Sulawesi, for something like 8$ a pop. Living in Chicago for the last half of the decade, I was able to get great winter deals flying to Amsterdam on KLM, quickly discovering the Red Light District was not the way to go, hitting various houses and brothels instead. My love of scuba diving and tales of a great brothel (Campo Alegre) drew me to Curacao, and it was deja vue all over again. Beautiful Colombianas could be had for 30$ a pop! Five trips and 45 Colombianas later, I realized I was becoming addicted to mongering-based travel experiences, and the rest is history...

In my defense, I do like to travel to locales that have a lot to offer BESIDES mongering. Prague, for example, is a fabulously beautiful city worth visiting even if you are celibate! Lima is great for mongering and for the access it offers to the Andes and the Amazon. Buenos Aires has world-class restaurants and nightlife as well as beautiful women. Costa Rica is a beautiful country worth getting your ass out of the gulch to explore, my favorite area being the Osa Peninsula.

My apologies, a few glasses of wine and I'm rambling. I will close with a confession: During the last three of my six trips to CR, my sorry ass has never made it any farther from the gulch than Barrio Amon or Bar Idem! What the hell is wrong with me?

Are you serious? Lol, I guess it was fate.

I was 40. Recently divorced. Tired of dating women who were all looking for me to be their "miracle". I wanted my miracle. I began spending all my time online deciding between Thailand and PI. Finally decided on Thailand. I proceeded to have the best time of my life. My problem was it was too far. I also went to the PI, RIO, DR, and Costa Rica. CR was the jackpot as it was a long weekend possibility.

For me it is a way to blow off "male steam". No strings and beautiful 20ish girls.

This thread has confirmed for me that many younger guys are finding the life style. i have noticed more and more guys in their 20's in th Del Rey over the last year.

Just make sure it does not ruin you for any chance of a normal relationship. If I would have found this life in my 20's I would be retired living in Thailand by now. Of course my Ch*ldren would not exist and they are the only positive that came out of my marriage.

started when I was 24. Looking on the internet I came across the Chicken Ranch, just about an hour away from my home in Las Vegas. Spent in the course of a year over 12k. Then got married. Lasted 5 years. After the ink was dry on the divorce papers, I was in need of a stress relieving vacation. Had lived in SEA for a few years during the marriage (wife was from Indonesia) so I knew of LOS, but had never tried. I actually did well in the divorce, so I booked tickets and off I went. Spent seven very interesting days in LOS. In LOS I came across a website called "tjamigos" and my curiosity was peaked. I met a guy from the tjamigos board in Hong Kong bar one fateful summer day on my first trip. He was a sort of mongering mentor to me, teaching me the ins and outs of each bar and the tricks and pitfalls to the mongering lifestyle. Started regular visits to TJ. Then kept a second home in TJ. Met a great deal of interesting people.
Who knew after 5 years as a TJ fanatic, I would meet a guy at work whose famous words "Let me tell you about Costa Rica" started me to being the CR addict I am today.

One thing I do notice, at least in TJ, are guys introducing thier sons to the hobby when they reach 21. Or sooner, in some cases. I see many of these younger guys choosing a mongering lifestyle over the conventional marriage route. Good for them.

pah 18. Ive got a long road to go.

18 years old and one of the dudes I worked with hauled me to a massage parlor. I was hooked ever since.

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First real mongering was 1998 in Amsterdam soon after my wife left. First time I paid for it was a year after high school. An ex-girlfriend stopped by, we got drunk and she wondered what it was like to do it for money. Agreed on $50 and went at it. After, she refused to take the money. Put it back in my wallet and left the wallet laying.
After she left I went to the store. Not only was my $50 for her gone but the other $20 or so!! Her explanation...'you offered it to me so it's no big deal I ended up taking it'. Years and years later, she wanted to divorce her husband and move in. Said yes and she came down from Alaska. Two weeks later, she was living with another guy in Tennessee!!!

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19 in Viet Nam

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It's not the size of the wand that put the rabbit in the hat, it's the magic in it!!!

Gay massage parlors don't count Spank it.

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Sparky
Get in line to ride the lightning!!!


Almost legally single again! Voy a Colombia otra vece!!

That you Sparky? Your wife let go of your balls long enough to let you post?

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LMAO !!!! Touche' Spanky'!!!!

What a low blow. Sparky.... you gonna take that sh*t ?!?!!?!

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