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chizz
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« on: December 30, 2003, 05:00:00 AM » |
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Day 2- I woke up and was hit with a shocking revelation. I don't have any Clothes!! The airlines lost my friggin Luggage!! I shower and put back on the same clothes, and went downstairs. I met Veronica, who was starting her first day working there. She was very nice, and spoke very good english. Paola arrived and we all talked for alittle while, I looked thru the books briefly but couldn't really concentrate, because I was worried about my clothes and I was thinking about someone(Girl A). Margaret came downstairs and told me that her daughter would help me, since she had the same thing happen to her. I met another guy(I'll call him shawn) who was staying there, and could tell right away something was amiss with him. He started complaining to me about everything, and would not stop. One thing I can't stand is negativity and someone who complains all the time. About an hour later another guy came in(I'll call him john) and was as stiff and robotic as could be. John had been there for about two weeks and averaged 4 or 5 appointments a day. Far to much for me personally. Finally it was time...ChipiChapa( I hope I'm spelling it right) And everything that was said on this board about the mall was absolutely true!! You cannot begin to comprehend the pure beauty of these women. The kid in a candy store dilema was in full affect. I spoke with a couple of latinas, and soon had them laughing at my horrible spanish. They had boyfriends so the conversation ended pretty quickly. I purchased an outfit in case my luggage had not arrived, and we walked back to the agency. Sure enough my luggage had not come in yet. I chilled for alittle bit and browsed thru the books and the web-site, and picked six girls( two had just gotten engaged, so I only had four latinas). Margaret then told me about a nice latina(girl B) I might want to meet, I saw her picture and thought she was cute, but her age(22) made me hesistant. So I gave my list to Paola and just went for a walk around the streets to survey my surroundings, and observe the beautiful women who were everywhere. Then Girl A crossed my mind again, and the "what if" thoughts came in full force. I wallked back to the agency. I haven't met anyone for two reasons, first it was the holidays and most girls were busy with family, and my mind was still on Girl A, and not knowing what had happen. The day ended and I went to bed. Next Day 3 and meeting girl A.
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