I have lived a rather sheltered, safe life in America, having been a well-educated overachiever.  What this really means is that although I have earned good money, my life has not been very exciting—especially my sex life.  Work, work, work and not enough play.  This was about to change, and I didn’t even know it.

I was never very good at picking up women.  Sound like your situation?  Low confidence, not enough experience, so-so, hit and miss—right?  Too old, over-weight, not cool enough, can’t talk the talk?  Definitely me for sure.  How many women have you picked up or scored with lately?  How much did you have to spend?  Unless you are a pickup artist, my guess is that you are not having enough sex with as many different women as you would like!  Yes, there is much to be said for conquest and the challenge of the chase and the thrill of the catch, but this is satisfying ONLY when you are successful.  This is my story (and probably yours too)—not enough and not often enough most of my life…well, until now!

For my line of work, recently, it became necessary for me to make a trip down to Costa Rica.  A client of ours was having computer difficulties and was in dire need of help.  I had always heard about men going to Costa Rica for some really masculine, outdoorsy activities; like surfing the big waves at Playa Hermosa on the west coast, shooting the white water rapids of the Pacuare river, deep sea fishing for blue marlin in the Tamarindo Pacific fishing grounds and trekking through the beautiful rain-forests of Veragua. This I had heard from girlfriends and wives of these  adventurous men taking men-only trips.  ""Wow," I thought, "this seems like the perfect opportunity to see a little of the world, to partake in fun sports activities and to have some real fun."  What an understatement this proved to be, not for what I had already heard, but rather for what was unwritten and unspoken!

Preparing for the trip, I went online to a search engine and typed in “deep sea fishing trips in Costa Rica.”  Up popped a hotel in downtown San Jose—presto, done. Convenient to my work, it also had a 24 hour casino, bar, nightclub and loaded with outdoor activity excursions.  One phone call with a credit card, all done and ready to rock and roll.  I arrived at the hotel around 9 p.m. on Thursday night.  While waiting to check in, I noticed some strange happenings which really caught my attention.  I may be slow, but not that slow, and I may be inexperienced, but I’m not stupid.  After observing this scene for a few minutes, to my amazement and delight, I quickly understood what was happening.  I was in a true “men only” paradise, a place I never dreamed existed (except maybe in the movies)—a 104 room whorehouse, complete with amenities, excitement and 24 hour action!  Needless to say, I checked in, went up to my room to freshen up a bit, and returned back down to the lobby to participate…and participate I did—all night, like never before!  My first stop was the Blue Marlin bar, located in the hotel lobby, which was packed with ladies and Western men.  I sat there in total disbelief.  I'd never seen anything like this in America.  Could this be legal?  I asked one of the hotel employees who informed me that this is perfectly legal in Costa Rica.  Wow, now I knew why Costa Rica was so popular with the “sportsmen”.

The next night, I watched the “action” from the hotel lobby sofa.  What I observed were tired faces from partying all night…but smiles deep down.  Fishing during the day, monkey business at night.  So many choices a day—like the dog whose eyes are bigger than his stomach.  Paradise for men only, all for a price at the Hotel & Casino Del Rey, San Jose, Costa Rica—the best little whorehouse in the world!!

As for me, a place to remember, times to cherish, women to dream of.  Oh, such sweet delights, all for the taking, all for a price—usually $50-$100 will get you what you want for the night, far cheaper than “wining & dining” in America. Plus this had guaranteed results!

For this author, a trip worth recording, never to be forgotten, like no other place every visited.  While sitting in the lobby one Friday night, waiting for my hot Tica-Thai nympho “ladyfriend” to arrive, I couldn't help but watch, listen, and smile.  Men, many Western men, perhaps 75 of them standing, making the rounds, drinking cervezas, yakking with the Ticas, Nicas, Colombianas and other Latinas…having fun, oh such sweet temptations.  So many choices, tall, short, busty, slim, scantily clad, tightly clothed bods on display, dressed to kill, smiles abounding—all for the taking.  Men dressed in their bum-around dudes—T-shirts, baseball caps, worn jeans.  Out to impress no one and no need to.  Quality of clothing doesn’t matter here and looks barely matter as well.  Many women, perhaps 200 with more coming in as I write, each hoping maybe this will be her lucky night.  Each man here, however, knows this will be his lucky night—a night to remember, memories to be made, secrets to be kept—just whip out the cash.  Language, no problem—English, Spanish, Spanglish spoken here, money is the universal translator.  Wow, so easy to get “analysis paralysis”—no haste, for you have all night to catch and release.

The next morning, I woke up and went downstairs—ladies still working the beat and men ready to lock and load, just looking for the right target.  Yes, round-the-clock action here where all appetites are satisfied—guaranteed.  For a break, one can gamble at the in-house casino, read in the lobby, eat in the hotel restaurant, look at the 24 hour sports programming on the numerous HD televisions, drink in the Blue Marlin bar and dance at the adjoining Key Largo nightclub.

After one week of working during the day and taking care of business at night, it was time to return to reality—home.  What a sobering and depressing thought!  Can’t I stay a little longer and have a little more fun?  This is normal thinking, but not very realistic, for I knew the answer.  I was tired, needed to keep my job and was running out of money.  Burning the candle from both ends eventually takes its toll; so back to the States I went.  As the saying goes: watch what you wish for, you might just get it, and boy did I get it—a good dose of exercise, new found confidence and a very big smile on my face.  I was tired and broke, but smiling from ear to ear.  The best news was the realization that I had found a piece of paradise, a place to escape and a place to score…and I knew that I would return again to the coolest hotel in the world.  Paradise lost but not for long!