You only need one in the crowd
On numerous recommendations, I went to Cocodrillo's last night at about 4 AM (a Monday turning into a Tuesday) After all the hoopla, I was a little disappointed in the looks of the talent. Some truly hardened faces could be seen, even in the dim light with the stupid disco ball. There were too many surgical enhancements there and the whorish get-ups were not to my taste (when is some lady going to figure out that some of us want to screw someone who looks like a lawyer or an office worker)? Also, the ratio was not so great, with lots of local fellows (albeit few NorthAmericans) With the constant loud music, it was difficult to practice my very poor Spanish.
But it only takes one. I sidled up to a very pretty blonde, small-boned Paraguayan sitting at the bar. A couple taller and stronger ladies kept dancing in front of me and joking with me. The blonde wanted 200 pesos, and I just did not have a good feeling from her: no sense of humor. So I changed my mind when she went to the ladies' room and made a 150 peso deal with one of the ladies who had been dancing in front of me. She had a great spirit, and she promised a lot. When she said that she had been a volleyball player, I lost it and off we went in a taxi to the local love hotel.
Christina was tall, strong, and very passionate, as it turned out. Personally I love it when a lady forgets the social context and just wants cock. Christina was selfish and just wanted more and more, into the Buenos Aires dawn and beyond. And, yes, she was generous in return when she did not have that thing inside her that was such a distraction. Christina might not be for everyone. For a tall, well-built woman, she has very small breasts. But after our showers, she put on a pair of jeans for her taxi ride home, and she looked absolutely great as she got into the taxi, with her good volleyball posture and her gorgeous ass that I had gotten to know so well. In the Palermo early light of morning, I felt great. I came to Argentina to have that feeling on the street this morning as she sat up straight in the taxi and gave me a little wave good-bye.
Observations and warnings
I picked up two eager chicas last night between 3 and 4 AM (see Chica Management for descriptions of my threesome) Here are some things I experienced in the wild land of Crocodilo-based chicadom:
For some reason the price for the first drink was 40 pesos, not 30 as it had been a few nights before. A Friday night deal? In my horrible Spanish, I managed to complain about this to the thug at the door, and out of nowhere came some guy in a suit who let me in for free, with a statement that the "precio" would be "quarenta pesos en el futuro," or something like that.
The fee for the drink to get a chica out of the place also went up from 30 to 40 pesos.
The place was crowded, with lots of young chicos and almost as many chicas, many of whom looked pretty good. I've seen lots of older Argentinian men in clubs, but this is the first time I saw a lot of guys who looked like they were 17. I saw only a few gringos.
The guy who put me in a taxi demanded a propina in a rude way. I refused. But it is stressful to deal with this kind of thing (to me, at least)
The love hotel that had worked out so well for me earlier in the week was totally booked, so the taxi driver took us to another place, after much heated discussion between my two chicas and the driver. The driver asked for 15 pesos: good grief, for 15 pesos you can go to La Boca, and we had just gone around the corner in Palermo. I should have told him to put the meter on. I ended up giving him 10 (my chicas gave me no real support in this negotiation until I told them I would not have money for their propinas)
The love hotel wanted 60 pesos, because I had 2 chicas (double the regular price) I refused, flat out. I can get a cheaper love hotel in Toronto.
Back out on the street, we were on a very quiet street at 4:20 AM, with no taxis in sight and little groups of chicos walking in drunken formations while whistling at me and the chicas. Neither of the chicas had minutes on their cell phones to call a taxi. Good grief.
Finally a taxi came, and the chicas agreed to go to my apartmento near the Retiro (this was a big switch, because in prior negotiations, all the chicas at the Croc had insisted on love hotels, not my apartment. We got a real 7 peso taxi ride with the meter on, and the driver was delighted to get a little tip.
My doorman, a surly fellow at best, clearly disapproved of the chicas, and made them feel a little ashamed. That went away. I apologized that my little apartment was disorganizado, and they proceeded to distribute their clothes and underwear in every possible area in every room, with condoms flying here and there and towels and tissues dropped wherever they might drop.
My most important advice is to always have bottled water in your apartment. The first thing the chica will do is ask for water when she enters, in a little vasito. Don't even think of giving her tap water. The chica takes a sip and forgets about the glass, but it appears to be a matter of custom and basic politeness. Some chicas will accept wine or beer or juice, but most want the water.
They really appreciate clean towels, and a sparkling bidet is a chica's dream.
No touching, no kissing. How do ya check the girls?
Ok, there are enough OK-looking, 5-6, girls in Cocodrilo (Monday nite, it was)
But they won't get sweet on you, on stage. No kissing in public, that's their motto, looks like!
So, how are you bloody supposed to check their spirits? See if they'll be good, hot, later on?
Also, careful with the skinny Blond looking like a Scandinavian Emmanuelle. She's very nervous, nail-biting, mean-spirited and in a hurry.
So, you'd rather go to Hook, I think! You'll have fondling and more fun.
My personal code: No alcohol with ladies
When I am out hunting for the ladies, and when I am with the ladies, I never drink alcohol. For me, alcohol dulls my safety judgment, and it even detracts from sexual feeling. My guess is that that chica's appreciation of my sobriety might save me some pesos in the negotations. Only after I leave the chica do I have some good wine or beer; I have the ritual of eating, drinking, and reflecting on the time I spent with the chica. Please understand that I am not saying that my way is better than others'; I am only stating my personal preference.
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I went to cocodrillo on my own to check it out!
Four night lefts in BA, and I went to Cocodrillos. I got there about 04:30, and the place was buzzing! Plenty of average chicas, but the one that caught my eye was called Noelia. (this was back in Nov 05)
As I have no Spanish, I got out my pda and wrote "200p I hour" To my surprise she agreed. Usual thing drink taxi (if you buy a chica a drink you get one yourself free, well I did anyway) and back to my hotel.
Was not the best experience I have had, just felt it was a little rushed, I think she wanted to get back to have another bash at cocodrillo.
It could not have been that bad as I got someone @ El Alamo to arrange another meeting. Did not discuss a price, which was a mistake. The second time she wanted 300p. I agreed as I was my last pop in BA, and the body is fantastic.
Sorry about poor photos did it on PDA!