Hit TJ for the first time this past Saturday -- mainly a result of having depression over a breakup. What better way to celebrate the resurrection of christ! I kind of just ended up there after driving to San Diego from LA for no real good reason other than to get away.
Crossed the border and took a cab to the bars on Revolucion. Cabbie charged me 7 bucks, which i later found out should have been only five. I never realized how vile TJ was -- literal debauchery oozing from every street corner and bar. Does TJ have a normal, non-sketchy neighborhood? Or is everyone there a whore, or drug dealer, or some other lower life form.
Actually, I shouldn't say that about the whores, since I don't think what they do is all that wrong. And I would be a hypocrite to condemn them, since I spent most of the night in Adelita's grabbing ass, trying to decide. That is really the hard part -- trying to figure out which whore to waste 60 bucks on.
By the end of the night I was drunk and horny and ready to do anything. Had my sights set on some chica with glasses -- somehow the nerd whore got to me. Anyway, she took me up to the room, asked for the 60, told me to wash my hands, then began a very robotic blowjob, followed by very mechanical sex. Hmm...the excitement of doing a hot chica just never materialized into an actual sex high, for lack of a better term. The point being that there is something missing from the experience. There is that feeling of being able to fuck a super hot girl which is nice, but then there is a definite let down when she acts annoyed, or disinterested, or phony, or robotic, or whatever it is that says, "I'm only doing this because you paid me."
Anyway, I drove back to LA that night at about 2, kind of more depressed than when I went into TJ. Now that was torture. I should have gotten a hotel room. I had to stop my car and take naps along the way for fear of falling asleep at the wheel. What a ridiculous way to spend an evening.
But, I'll bet it's not the last time I sneak over the border.