Our ‘relationship,’ or whatever it was, lasted about a year. A friend was visiting from the States, and he was interested in visiting a ‘casa’ or two downtown. It was a Sunday and I knew that Zandalay was open Sundays, so that’s where we headed first. He saw a chica that was just his style right off the bat, so he paid for a half hour and off they went.
At that point I had the option of nursing a beer for half an hour or selecting one of the other available ladies there to spend a half hour with for approximately $15. I looked around and I rather liked one of them, so I paid the manager and we went back into one of the private rooms.
The session was above average and the lady in question, call her ‘Vanesa,’ was happy to give me her phone number and said she would be glad to come see me in my apartment. Before I left she repeated that she would REALLY like to see me again. Okay.
So, we soon arranged a ‘date’ and she came to see me in my apartment. Before it was over, she was telling me how special I was and how much she cared about me, bla bla bla. She wanted me for her ‘novio,’ but she was a poor girl with 2 kids and a mother to support, so even though she really cared for me, she always needed money and other than the sweet talk, it was always pay for play.
I liked her, but nothing more. She, on the other hand was always sending me text messages full of endearments and proclamations of her affection for me. Nevertheless, she never seemed to be able to come see me more than a couple of times a month, and then only for an hour at a time. She called me her novio, but as relationships go, it didn’t amount to much. I continued to see her on that infrequent schedule for about a year. supplementing with various other options a man has in Medellin, but since she was the jealous type, I didn’t see any reason to keep her abreast of my other activities.
I enjoyed her limited company, and she wasn’t expensive, but I eventually found someone who was equally inexpensive but had much more time to spend with me (If I wanted) and who was more fun in bed. I decided that the charade with ‘Vanesa’ had gone on long enough. I could have continued to see her infrequently, but my money was simply better spent on the new chica when I wanted a GFE. ‘Vanesa’ sent me a message saying she finally had a free hour one Sunday and wanted to come over to see me (and make some $). I decided to tell her that I didn’t want to continue our ‘relationship.’ I expected a LITTLE protest, at least, but she took it in stride, totally. She said she understood and wished me well.
There’s an old song titled ‘Breaking Up is Hard to Do.’