Goingsouthsoon wrote:
Well as fate would have it, I did actually end up in the Roach Hotel (Del Rey) last week.
I was two and a half hours late leaving Bogota. Plus, A story all on its own and one for which I will post about if I can find the thread about the requiring of Vaccines when you initiate travel from an endemic country. God, this board is great if I could only remember all the great info, testimonials, trials and tribulations others have gone thru before me, so that I may have happier travels.
But back to the Late night/Early morning picking’s at the DR.
My flight arrived SJO at 1am. The ICE booth was of course closed so I had no phone and no idea how I could find the little honey that was supposed to be waiting there for me. But, with the late arrival and the early morning hour she gave up the waiting for me and returned to her shack in the mountains. Boo hoo for me and my hopes at a late night quickly and that most special bonus nut of the morning. At least with her.
We were supposed to hit one of my favorite little hotels out by the airport Orchadias. If you have never been to this place you might want to spend a night or two there with a favorita. Nice pool and small little restaurant with some really good food. Personally I really enjoy the place. Standard room about $80 and the very large Prez suite $160. Paying in cash has always left room to dicker on the price depending on the hour of check in.
So. I arrive out front of the airport about 1:30am and wait for my honey about a flippin hour before I realize she is tucked into nice little bed without me. ïŒ Try and check in Orchadias but the night watch men says everyone is gone and there is no way to get me a room. Now, make the great call to try and head to SL or Amistad. Arrive there at 2:15am and the place lets me in but no one at the front desk. Again no room for poor GSS. Now in a fit of shear depression I take my last shot and head to the Roach Hotel.
Almost three in the morning I am checked in my bags are stowed, personal valuables securely locked away and its time to head for the bar. All that goes through my mind is this damned thread and can I, GSS, like the brave young Angry Pirate, find romance at 3am in the Blue marlin?????
Now, not having the benefit of a face full of booze, I went in search of something that I could hang my hat on. The one key difference I need to point out is, I was not baising any of my choices on only paying 20 bucks, as AP was. I was just hoping to find something that I could rub up against for 15 minutes before drifting into my much needed sleep.
Surveying the room and the available options it clearly looks like poor GSS is not going to have a good night. Maybe about 15-20 girls in house and most not on their A game. Maybe one at a 7 all the others 6 and below. A few I wanst even certain they were girls????
1st Chica approaches me and is so messed up she can not form a complete sentence. She is a 6 maybe? IMHO. But, not even I would take this thing behind a closed door. Trouble was screaming in my left ear and I knew nothing good was going to come from this. I did think about it and a few evil thoughts popped thru my mind, but to the higher road. (last time I do that, as you will find out later)
2nd Chica Looking a little better than the 1st sit down, buy a beer and start the chat. She leans in and tries to whisper something in my ear. The breath was that of a C*ck sucking dragon. Never have a met someone so in desprite need of a tooth brush. Her only redeeming quality was she obviously had no issue with BBBJCIM. But again on the high road and Trying to be polite I ask if she wanted a piece of gum or a mint I had in my pocket. She declined. A clear sign it was time to move on. Getting a little later now. 3:45am
3rd Chica approaches as I am sitting in the upper level bar and starts to tell me I should go up to sleep that I look drunk and need sleep. Try to tell her this is my second beer of the night. I have been traveling since 6am the prior morning and One thing I am not is drunk. I am tired, hungry and pissed off But, I am not drunk. she walks away and keeps staring me down. Go figure???
Now I get up and take another stroll thru the bar and the tables. Spot one that might fill the bill. The bar has been moved to a some what low position, so I thinking a quickie and I will be good. I will hook up with the Missing favorita early in the morning and although it will not be that wake up wood it should be the next best thing. Spot a potential target, but now the plane ride and the 2nd beer have met each other and they want to hit the head. Come out 2 minutes later and the women of my sleep deprived dreams has found another. Again Boo Hoo for GSS.
I tell myself one more lap and this is it. Around I go. Entering the lower tables in the bar area I see another that might fit my needs. Order my third beer, start a nice little chat. She starts to give me the life story and how she cant go home until she gets another 100 bucks. I have to break her heart and tell her maybe I will see her now and at 8 in the morning if she wants the hundoe. She laughs and the chat goes on. Now she starts telling me how she doesn’t mind this work, but if a guy is drunk she will not go with him because they take too long. Now, I start to laugh and try to explain, baby I am not drunk and one thing I can assure you this will be 15 minutes, tops, and you be out the door to continue your quest of the cien. All in all things are going as best as can be expected. She is about a 5-6. We have come to agreement on the basic concept and consequences of our pending short term relationship.
When out of the blue The really Fugged up girl and the one who told me I was drunk walk up and for some unknown reason start to tell my new best friend that I was drinking with the drunk chick all night and I am wasted????? I make a quick dismissal of them and turn back to my friend who now at 4:30am and a cien away from being able to go home tells me she is going to take a pass.
The moral to this whole story is this…… It is true, in my case, that on a certain night in May, between 3am and 5am I could not get laid by a 5-6, in a whore house with a fist full of fifties.
Believe it or not!!!!!!!!!!!
LMAO.... Classic.!!!!!!