About 5 years ago when I was 19, we drove down to Tijuana, Mexico for a night of partying. I myself am also Mexican, unfortunately I don’t know the language. My Mexican friends refer to me as a coconut (brown on the outside white on the inside).
So we head down to TJ and immediately hit a club on the strip. In TJ you can pay something like $15 to drink all of the beer you want at clubs. After about 2 hours of continuous drinking, we decided to leave the dance club and hit a strip club.
Another great thing about TJ is that you are able to touch the strippers. The stuff that goes down on a regular night in Mexico is enough to get anyone a life sentence in the states. So anyway I get a liking to this “stripper” and I think she is digging me as well. Her hand was rubbing my junk over my pants until I couldn’t stand it anymore.
She says something in Spanish that I don’t understand. Finally I am able to make out the words “35 dollars”. 35 dollars for what? I made the universal sign for sex, and she nodded.
Minutes later I am out $35 dollars and feeling pretty shameful. Not that I really regret it because she was great, but I regret that my friends were there. On the drive home they made jokes how I had aids and stuff which really pissed me off.
Dear David, Let me get this straight. You had sexual intercourse with a prostitute in the dirtiest Mexican city known to man, and your only regret is that your friends saw you do it? You might just be one of the coolest people in my cool book right now.