Latin Hobbyist

Enjoy the Thrill of Latin America

Thomas O'Brien

Jennifer

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… was not her real name. No surprise. But she had other surprises for me, as time went on.

I won’t call it a surprise that I was her first ‘client,’ since she told me when I met her that it was her first time out, testing the waters. She was with a friend, or acquaintance of some sort. The friend was prettier than Jennifer, but the friend wasn’t very enthusiastic about having sex with me, and Jennifer was. So it was Jennifer that I too back to my place for some fun.

Jennifer had a cute face, though her body was just a little bit on the chubby side. But if her body wasn’t ideal (whatever that might be) her attitude was excellent. Other than the fact that we had agreed on a price, and a modest one at that, there was no sign from her that she was with me for any other reason than she wanted to ‘go to bed’ with me. In addition to her enthusiasm for sex, she was also very responsive… to the tune of 3 or 4 orgasms per hour. And as soon as she caught her breath, she was ready to go again.

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She didn’t live in San Jose. She was about an hour’s bus ride away and came into the city from time to time to take some sort of class, doing fingernails or something similar. After our first ‘date,’ she would always call me when she was coming to town. She wasn’t always reliable though. Sometimes it wasn’t her fault, other times it probably was, but it was no big deal since I had quite a number of other chicas I could call when the mood struck.

Nevertheless, we stayed friendly and occasional ‘lovers’ for quite a while. One of the little surprises that came out over time was that she had a boyfriend, who knew nothing about what she was doing when she went to San Jose. But probably the most interesting surprise was how much she cared about the stray dogs in her town. She was a volunteer at a clinic to do neutering and spaying and also at an animal shelter. She had a big heart in addition to her sweet personality and love of sex. Had she been a little more attractive, I might have considered her a ‘keeper.’ Well, I guess there WAS that boyfriend thing and the fact that it didn’t bother her to cheat on him. But hey… nobody is perfect.

Gringo Gulch

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The time was December, 2003, and I was on my first visit to Costa Rica. For reasons I can’t recall, I was up and about very early my first day in San Jose. It was so early that the morning heading-to-work crowd was just getting going. I had a map on which I had marked a few points of interest. One of them was the famous Hotel Del Rey.

Back then, there was a web site with a discussion area called “Costaricasex.com” What I knew about the “scene” in town was almost exclusively from this site, which, I learned shortly, was falling into neglect. Nevertheless, considering the depth of my ignorance, provided plenty of raw materials for my search for willing female companions.

Based on what I read, I had mixed emotions as I approached the Big Pink Hotel for the first time. I have to admit feeling somewhat intimidated. The mental picture I had gathered from reading the various monger posts was a mix of sleazy allure and a den of predatory female sharks out to take advantage of a newbie like me. The logical part of my mind knew I was basing my feelings on zero personal experience inside, but all I had were posts from other mongers, many who were pretty cynical and negative (despite partaking repeatedly).

All I did was a walk through that morning, and spent the next few days trying to find a now-defunct massage parlor, where I was able to spend some quality time with some very sweet working girls.
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When I actually moved down for a trial run a few months later, I became reasonably comfortable within the confines of the public part of the hotel. I met quite a few experienced mongers, including some I recognized from the discussion board. Some offered sage advice, others spewed BS. But the main attraction were the chicas. And when I wanted a change of pace, I could walk across the street to the Key Largo, where bands played every night and the atmosphere was a little more laid back. With a sufficient stretch of the imagination, it was possible to imagine that it was just a nice dance club full of sexy girls who were quite friendly.

From 2004 through around 2008, it was fun city. In addition to the Del Rey, there were several other gringo-oriented bars nearby. Fellow gringos were easy to find to shoot the bull with while recharging batteries between ‘dates.’ This was the heyday of ‘gringo gulch.’ I would be lying if I said I didn’t have fun.

Ah… those were the days, my friend. But times change. I won’t try to explain all the causes and effects of these changing times, but almost all the gringo bars are gone and even the busiest venues have seen a significant drop in business. I haven’t been inside the pink hotel in years, but those who still live in San Jose tell me it’s pretty quiet lately. Oh well… I’ll never forget ol’ what-were-their-names…

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To Repeat or Not to Repeat

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There are obvious cases where the answer is clearly “NEVER AGAIN!” Why would anyone want to repeat with a chica who was just plain lousy? I suppose there are times when the client gave a bad provider a second chance because he just couldn’t believe she would be that bad a second time. I will admit to giving a mediocre performer a second chance, but it was always a mistake. And as far as giving a seriously bad experience a second chance, no way.

But there are reasons for not repeating that are not due to bad performance or lack of appeal. The main reason comes down to a desire for variety. In my experience, most men like a change of pace, or in some cases, a continuous stream of new women. This isn’t to say that there aren’t some men who ONLY want ONE partner. They do exist, it seems. They aren’t particularly common though, as far as I can see.
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But there are reasons to repeat even for those who are fond of variety. I think most mongers who have been around the scene for a while have their ‘favoritas.’ The ‘favorita’ may not be the only woman he ever wants the rest of his life, but she’s someone he wants from time to time, at least. Perhaps she offers something unique to the experience… a certain look or attitude or technique, or maybe it’s just that she is reliably good.

I have a favorita whose look, attitude and performance are pretty much everything I look for. And yet, I haven’t been back to see her in a while. The reason is simply that there are SO many good options (in theory) here in Medellin that I am more motivated to seek out new experiences than repeat with a sure thing.

If I were here for only a weekend, there is no question that I would probably seek her out first. And if I only had enough money for one chica a week, I would also probably spend it on a sure thing. But fortunately, neither is the case. And in the end, I think it comes down to a similar trade off for all mongers. We remember the really good ones and repeat when we’re looking for a certain experience or we don’t have the time or opportunity to do random sampling. Otherwise we mix in favorites with variety. Sounds good to me.

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