Wednesday's are not bad with fun to be had.

Some might wonder if going on a Wednesday morning is worth it. I was very happy I did. I found that there were lots of hot girls at noon and there was not much competition for their attention.

There is always a moment of great anticipation as I open up the curtains at the front door and slip into the dark atmosphere with blaring music and that deep voice repeating "Hong Kong" over and over.

On this day, I chose to sit in one of the left side booths on the far end of the bar looking straight at the stage. There is a lot of walking remember between the stage and the booth so there is often a lot of talent walking by.

I tell myself to spend some time, don't just take the first one who gets my attention. Maybe that's my fear of missing out. But I really want to see what I am working with here. After a drink and about 20 minutes, I see a girl to my right at the bar and she sees me. She's got those dark eyebrows and light skin and black hair. I look away and then look back and when I point to myself and mouth the word "me?!" she busts out laughing. The ice is broken. And gesture her over. We introduce each other, I always use a fake name. Now I can't remember hers but it's a cute name. She's got a huge smile and big red lips, a perfect hourglass shape and a smiley, fun, easy going personality like she is totally comfortable and happy to be there.

I ask her if she wants a drink, she says yes of course. Tequila. I have a beer. We talk and I ask about her life in Tijuana. She is from Mazatlan, "what's that like?". Boring she says. Do you like working here? Yes, I love it. 5 days a week. Her skin is light and so creamy, so fresh and oh man does she smell good.