The short answer: I always chica-proofed my room before inviting a working girl in.
I was a little more lax with favoritas, but always kept the stuff I didn't want to lose inside the safe and hid the key. (Once in awhile I would forget where I put the key.
) Somebody mentioned about not locking up the shaving kit... well, a nica swiped a tube of "Cuba" cologne from me once... but, at $3.00 each at the local farmers' market, I was not too broke up about it. It probably was a gift for her novio anyway.
Trust is something to be stingy with... because temptation can even make a "good girl" do bad things. So, take away the doubts and excuses... it's best to remove the temptation, and lock it up if you don't want to lose it. And it's not just the working girls you need to keep an eye on.
Here are a couple of examples of what I am talking about:
Years ago, I dated a bartender who worked at one of the gringo watering holes in the gulch. We had become close and I spent the better part of my trips to CR with her. We did road trips to Puerto Viejo, Perez Zeledon and Arenal and visited friend and family in SJ. It seemed like we had chemistry... and I thought I knew her well, so, I gave her a degree of trust. Both of us spent a week in Puerto Viejo... it was a regular "luna de miel." I left my wallet out in the open when we were in the room... I realized what I was doing, but felt comfortable enough not to lock it up every time I made a head call or took a shower. About half-way through the trip, I noticed that smaller 1000 & 2000 colon bills were becoming scarce inside my wallet. I counted my money to make sure it was all there. Pretty much, the money was in the ballpark of what I thought I had. I chalked up the "missing" bills to inattention and failing memory...
Well, my memory "failed" me not once but 2 more times during the trip. I pretty much knew what was happening, but denial was getting in the way. During the last couple days of our trip, I took steps to safeguard my wallet better and found that I had more small bills to throw around. During the drive back to San Jose, my mind was preoccupied by what I thought was happening. It was hard to accept that my loving tica novia may be a thief. I needed to remove any doubt... so I came up with a plan to "test" her. The following night after we arrived in San Jose, my novia got off work in the early evening, and came over to visit me at the Castillo. Before she arrived, I locked up most of my cash in the safe, but left about 19000 colones in my trouser pocket. When we undressed for bed, I left my pants, with the money, on the chair. After sex, I headed for the shower, and my soon-to-be ex-novia stayed curled up in bed watching TV. When she took her turn in the shower, I checked my pocket. I counted my money... there was only 15,000. Any benefit of the doubt I gave her was gone... she had stolen 4000 colones from my pocket. I was both upset and disappointed with her. I would have given her a couple thousand colones if she just asked. I did not say anything to her when she came back into the bedroom. As she was getting ready to leave for home, I gave her a hug and kiss as if nothing ever happened. I never contacted her again. Six years later, I bumped into her ex-boss who still has a job in the gulch. She asked me why I stopped seeing her amiga so suddenly, and that she still talks about me. I told her that it was just a relationship that was not meant to be.
A more recent example of inside pilfering just happened to me before Christmas. I've been living in the Medellin area for the past 4 years. The year round spring-like weather is wonderful, but when you have two open-air balconies, dust accumulates quickly on marble floors, furniture, shelves and countertops. My wonderful paisa wife does a great job of keeping the place clean and ship-shape, but it consumes a lot of her time and energy. I finally convinced her that we should bring in an empleada to do the heavy jobs at least once a week. I know a young, attractive morenita from the barrios who had proven herself as a maid for visiting gringos. I had known Laura for almost two years when we hired her. As far as I know, she never took money for sex, and worked diligently as a maid and was a reliable employee with great recommendations. She is tall, strong and hot, but kind of on the shy and quiet side. She was exactly the type of employee we were looking for... someone who worked rather than talked and who was physically able to tackle the tough, heavy jobs. We started her out at 35,000 pesos ($14 US) per day, but quickly bumped her up to 40,000 pesos because of her exemplary work. My wife liked her a lot, and wanted to help her out. As Christmas approached, my wife asked if we could afford to give her some more days to help her with holiday shopping. I did not have a problem with that as long as we could keep her gainfully employed. The first sign of a problem occurred during the first week in December (although we did not attribute it to our maid). My paisa niece was staying with us at the time, and has a poor track record for holding on to smart phones. While Laura was busy cleaning, my niece approached me with a panicked look on her face and asked if I had seen her smart phone. I told her "no." Very quickly, my wife, the nieces and an amiga were searching the house, rifling through linen and clothing, checking the garbage and recycling containers and searching between the creases of the furniture. Five different people had searched the living room furnishings, but to no avail. My wife sent the maid to the bodega on the second floor... this allowed her to discretely inspect the maid's backpack. However, my wife did not find anything out of the ordinary. The group left the living room, leaving Laura behind, to scour the bedrooms one more time. They returned, and one of the girls ran her hands through the cracks of the sofa for one last time. She produced the elusive cell phone from within. How did it get there after a dozen hands combed every nook and cranny of that sofa? Nobody knows
Afterwards, we talked about the incident. My niece swore she left the cell phone plugged in her bedroom. My wife speculated that Laura had taken the phone and kept it on her person. I was not convinced, but kept an open mind. I told my wife that Laura had on tight clothing, and the phone would have been easy to spot.
After bantering back and forth, we finally attributed the missing cell phone to an "Act of God."
The following week, we told our empleada that we wanted her to work at least 3 days... one of which would be at night to help prepare for, and serve food and drinks at a wine tasting party we were hosting. Laura was very receptive to the idea, and was happy to be earning money for the holidays. The day before the party, our empleada held a thorough field day in our place... scrubbing the apartment from top to bottom. After lunch, I went into the bathroom with the intention of shaving. Much to my chagrin, my trusty old Fusion razor was not in the medicine chest where it rests peacefully until my next shave. I shouted to my wife and asked her if she used it. She replied in the negative. I was fuming. (In retirement, it is usually the little things that piss you off.
) My wife quickly came to the rescue, and helped me look for my razor. She interrogated Laura as to the whereabouts of the missing implement... but our sexy empleada "Didn't know nothing." Laura is sent on an errand to get her out of the apartment. Once again, we did an inspection of our employee's backpack. This time we find my 10-year old razor, a can of tuna from our pantry and two used bottles of nail polish from my wife's make-up kit. We removed what was rightfully ours.
I guess we had enough evidence to confront Laura with her iniquities... but we didn't... we did not say a word. There were no accusations, no yelling... no arm waving just silent disappointment and ravia. When our employee returned from the errand, we simply let her finish up her duties (under watchful eyes, of course). My wife dropped Laura off at the Metro station and slipped her 40,000 pesos for the day's work. When Laura asked what time she had to be at work on the following day, my wife told her not to bother... we did not need her help for the party... nor did we need her services anymore. Laura was taken aback... but did not ask for an explanation. There was no need for one.
I asked the guys who had previously used Laura services in their short-term apartments. All mentioned that they had little things like cologne, razors, toothpaste and candy disappear... but they never suspected Laura. All of them assumed that it was the "working girls" who took the stuff.
Laura was always perceived as an honest, sweet, diligent paisita. So much for perceptions.
My wife and I take reasonable precautions to protect our apartment from theft. Whenever someone we don't know that well, or who comes to work in our place, we lock up our valuables and cash in the digital safe. But, as we found out, what we may consider mundane and without much value, may be "valuable" to a closet ladron with a penchant for theft. So, keep your stuff locked up... and avoid the drama.
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) I do not care who you are (or think you are) ANY session with a chica will be 100% better (and safer) if you spend some time "getting to know her first"! This is true even in the MPs!! Many guys also need to spend some time learning how to "read" people; not just here, but every where in everyday life!!! Spending time "getting to know her" also allows guys to "negotiate" for the things they want in a session without it appearing to be "negotiating"! Most of the guys who say they never negotiate really do, but it is done during the "get to know her" time and does not look nor sound like what most think of as negotiating!!! If you spend time talking to her it is very easy, for example, to find out if she will give you BBBJ, and if so for how much is any extra without just coming out and asking. You can also get a feel for the honesty of the chicas! Sure you may not always "read" her totally correct, but it sure as hell beats walking in the room with one that you have only said 2 words ("lets go!") to!!!
