Thursday, the last day of my trip. The end was nigh, and I had been dreading the impending end of my journey since like my second day in Thailand, 10 days earlier. This trip had changed my life, and my imminent return to the world of boredom and responsibility was SEVERELY depressing.

Waking up next to Flaca was anything BUT depressing, however, and as I found myself doing nearly every night with her, when I woke before her, I simply laid there staring at her and holding her tiny body close to mine and tracing the outline of her bone and muscle with my hands. THIS was definitely something I was going to miss after I left, and the thought definitely crossed my mind about how cool it would be to take her with me on the trip home! Ahh, those pesky immigration laws!

This bliss was interrupted, however, when she woke up and we inevitably started fooling around – ending up having some rather lame sex. Flaca was still half-assing it in bed with me. She went throught the motions, but clearly her heart wasn’t in it. In fact, Flaca’s performance reminded me strongly of previous sessions with someone who was in love with someone else. Of course she denied that there was any problem.

As usual, I cut things short before finishing, and Flaca told me almost immediately thereafter that she had to leave and go to her hygiene check-up. I wasn’t sure whether to believe this or not, but didn’t really care, as I was kind of happy that I’d have some time to myself for awhile on my last day. She did make sure that I was planning to spend my last evening with her, and, of course, I very much wanted to despite our inability to click in bed. I told her I’d see her that afternoon in the bar and suggested that maybe we could attend the SOB party at Blue Fox together that afternoon, which was met with an enthusiastic response.

I never gave a second thought to handing Flaca some money as she left – she HAD requested to leave early after all, but looking back, I was pretty lousy about tipping girls at the end of the night. This was mitigated to an extent by the fact that I had bought Flaca several gifts and she was on a pretty good gravy train run with me, even getting barfined on the days I wanted to spend with other girls. And with Airport Girl, she had always made me sincerely believe that money was a total afterthought. With the other longtime girls in AC, I seem to remember tipping 200 or so in the morning. I never tipped for short time.

I showered and headed down poolside for breakfast as soon as Flaca left. While at breakfast I started getting texts from Airport Girl about wanting to be with me on my last night. I told her I was free NOW and that she should come over and go swimming. She got REAL happy about that and was there within 15 minutes of the first text, carrying her bathing suit in a little plastic bag.

I demanded that she get something to eat, but she refused, as she almost always did. After finishing MY breakfast, we went up to my room to change, and of course, ended up fucking most of the morning. As incompatible as Flaca and I seemed to be in bed, AG would instantly give me EXACTLY what I wanted in bed. She was simply the PERFECT hooker – would do EXACTLY what I wanted and seem to enjoy it at the same time. Incredible.

After hosing off for the last time, we put on our swimwear and headed down to the pool. AG’s bathing suit was INCREDIBLY ugly and unflattering – looking like a suit for an old lady. A very conservative old lady. Welcome to the Philippines!

We had fun swimming, but not nearly as much as the makeout session a couple weeks before in the Kokomoz pool that Mrking took a BUNCH of FANTASTIC photos of. After I got out and just sat at a table and alternated between watching AG and playing with my phone, AG continued to swim and drew quite a bit of attention from the various hombres that were in the pool area. Anywhere else in the world and I probably would have been a bit jealous and protective of my catch, but in AC and with HER, I didn’t have a care in the world. When with AG it always seemed like I was J.R. and she was Jeannie!!! Even when sitting at a table with 3-4 other guys she had sold her ass to, she clung to me like an orphaned puppy desperate for a home. Man, that was ego inflating!!!

We headed back to the room after awhile and tried to take a nap, but of course I couldn’t sleep, as usual. And when Flaca started texting in mid-afternoon about where I was, I had to send AG on her way, promising that I’d see her at 2 AM after my last barhop with ‘friends’. Of course I didn’t explain that Flaca was the ‘friend’! This was made possible by arranging to stay one more night at the Orchid after being told the day before that they were sold out that day and that I could only stay that first night. Since I had already arranged to get a room for my last night at Kokomoz, I would have two rooms that last night. One for each ‘wife’!

This had been an idea I had been kicking around for awhile, and on my last night I finally went for it. After all, there was NO way I could choose between Flaca and AG as to who I would end up with last. And a double homicide would have broken out if I had tried to get them together! While Flaca was so seemingly uncomfortable sexually with me, she was DAMNED possessive of her barfine. As was AG.

After dismissing AG I went and checked into Kokomoz – leaving all my things at the Orchid where I had told the SE Air car service that I would be leaving from the next morning to catch the flight to Manila so I could make my way back home. The plan was to install Flaca in that room and AG much later at the Orchid. Neither would know about the other room, as Flaca had been told (as I assumed) that I would be checking out of the Orchid that day.

I ended up barfining Flaca about 5 PM and made it to Blue Fox for the Sons of Bacchus (SOB) party right after she changed. The place was PACKED at 5:15 when we entered, and we got stuffed in a single seat way in the back next to the hallway to the CR (bathroom). Flaca was more than happy to sit on my lap, and acted like a queen bee throughout, proudly showing off HER guy and ordering all drinks and taking care of all prizes awarded at the drawings.

The SOB party is a weekly event (every Thursday) that rotates the host bar among several participating member bars. A number of bars send a small team of dancers to the SOB party and there is a contest as to which group puts on the sexiest show – something achieved by a lock-in of the people inside, as to get around the obscenity regulations that make nudity in an AC bar a rarity. I paid 400 pesos each for Flaca and myself, and we got tickets for a raffle, free local drinks between the hours of 5-7, and a dinner that was catered by a local restaurant (I can’t remember which). All in all, the dinner and drinks weren’t such a great deal as the waitresses were so busy and the place so crowded that I probably only had two drinks in an hour and a half. And the dinner was OK but nothing special.

The giveaway prizes, however, made it an EXCELLENT value. Since I paid two covers, we got two raffle entries, and fuck if BOTH winners didn’t end up being ‘Half-EWR’ award vouchers for some of the SOB member bars! An ‘EWR’ stands for ‘Early Work Release’ AKA BARFINE, and a ½ EWR meant that I could barfine any girl in the particular bar for 500 pesos instead of 1000. Of course I already HAD ONE barfine with a promise of another later that night and it was my LAST NIGHT IN TOWN!!! I was seVERELY kicking myself that it was my last night after I won TWO of these half-EWR coupons! Which, of course, expired within a week. DAMMIT!

When dinners were finished and the shows were over, I decided that I was tired of being shoved into a cramped seat in a far corner of the crowded bar and suggested to Flaca that we go back to Voodoo for a drink. She always liked going back to her bar, and as it was right next door, we were there immediately and had drinks in front of us in mere seconds.

When Flaca had inquired about being with me on my last night, I had told her that YES I wanted her, but that I wanted her to keep up in drinking with me and not wimp out like she usually did. Drinking alone was not much fun, and she agreed. So we started on alternating San Miguel Lights and Gin and Tonics, a pattern that would continue well into the night. Part of my plan was to see if I could get any sense of what Flaca’s TRUE feelings were before I left and would end up endlessly guessing after I was gone.

A friend of Flaca’s ended up sitting next to us and Flaca shyly asked if I could buy her friend a drink – that she was having a bit of a rough week as far as earnings was concerned. As the drinks were a whopping 2 bucks or so and it was my last night, I said SURE, why not, and soon had one of them on either side of me.

The friend was pretty sweet, and KIND OF cute, but seemed to be a good 6+ years older than Flaca, at LEAST mid-20’s, probably older. Still pretty thin, though, and with a more than decent body. After a couple more drinks for all of us, I asked Flaca whether she’d like to take her friend barhopping with us, and she INSTANTLY got SUPER HAPPY and almost hit the ceiling when leaping towards me to hug and kiss me. She told the friend in Tagalog and she TOO got super excited and literally jumped when she heard the news.

When the friend headed to change, Flaca told me that she had NEVER been barfined before, and would say later that her friend had recently broken up with a local boyfriend that was a doorman at a nearby bar. Gee, think she got in trouble for not barfining and doing ‘sneak-outs’ with THAT guy?

When FOF (Friend O’ Flaca’s) came back from changing, I asked the girls what they wanted to do, and, of course, they uttered the time honored bar girl phrase: ‘UP TO YOU’. Well, I didn’t have too many ideas besides finding a place to have a few drinks. Flaca finally suggested playing pool again, and suggested Kokomoz this time, which was right across the street. So we headed there, got three beers and played the longest three person game of pool that was ever recorded! As hard is it was to believe, FOF was far more incompetent than either Flaca or I, and the challenge for her soon deteriorated from actually hitting the ball to trying not to take a massive chunk out of the felt when missing or sending the cueball flying off the table and across the restaurant. And of course she’d laugh hysterically and embarrassedly afterwards. Torturous! That one marathon game was somehow all we managed before heading out to the next bar!

I asked the girls which bar they liked and they both said Treasure Island, a sister bar of theirs, and as it was also directly across the street we headed there to find that the post-SOB ‘aftermath’ party was still going on, with ‘Mo’, the owner of Kokomoz, Voodoo, and TI at the mic giving out yet more prizes. Three drinks ordered got us three raffle entries, and within 3 minutes of entering the bar I had won yet ANOTHER half-EWR from TI, which combined with the previous SOB drawing brought my total from that bar to two.

I don’t know if I was starting to get a little happy from the drinks or what, but this time there was no feeling of frustration or uselessness when I won the barfine discount while having no plans to barfine anyone, just kind of a goofy happiness and an urge to add a girl to the party. As TI was a sister bar of her bar, I asked Flaca if she had a friend there, and she quickly picked out a rather petite, rather cute chick dancing topless onstage. I told her to call her down for a drink and soon she was sitting on my lap on a stageside barstool while Flaca and FOF sat on my other side.

I talked with the little cutie for a bit as her drink was brought, and by the time it arrived I had asked Flaca if she wanted to take this TI girl with us. She apparently happily agreed, and pretty soon 500 pesos had added a third girl to the party.

As we were trying to decide where to go next, a cute girl came up to me and asked if I remembered her. I said ‘yes, kind of’, but was pretty clueless as to where from, as I had BARELY poked my head into TI the whole time I had been in AC. She then told me her name and that she knew EPI, and it all came flooding back suddenly and I remembered EVERYTHING Epi had told me about her, most good, some bad. I instantly informed her of the BAD and she got VERY embarrassed and asked me to keep it a secret. I told her that Epi and I didn’t have secrets, but that she didn’t need to worry, that I didn’t care as it was my last night and I was WELL hooked up already. This girl ended up being REALLY sweet, however, and I did have another ½ EWR coupon burning a hole in my pocket… Soooo… I handed her the coupon and a 500 peso bill and as soon as she changed the five of us headed across the street and around the corner to Pick-Up Disco.

This visit to Pick-Up was pretty much what I would view as the ESSENCE of having a good time in that place that I would otherwise HATE: Get a bunch of girls, a bunch of drinks, and then sit around and watch them dance and show off for the other patrons, as you see, Porker does NOT dance!!!

I was slightly miffed upon arriving at PUD when informed that I had to pay 100 pesos per person in advance in order to get in – for which I’d get scrip towards consuming food and drinks upon entry. I guess this is just to keep the riffraff (like me?) out, but it was annoying, and paying 500 pesos upfront seemed to defeat one of the purposes of going to PUD in the first place – they had rather cheap drink prices.

As the TI girls hadn’t eaten and I was still prone to stomach problems if I didn’t eat fairly regularly, I ordered some food and the requisite drinks while pretty innocently joking around with the girls between their frequent joint visits to the stage. The food was OK, nothing special, but the price was decent and it hit the spot.

After we had been there a little while, I began to notice a little tension between the two ‘camps’ of girls. The Voodoo girls sat on one side of me, the TI girls on the other. I tried to pay equal attention to both sides, and had my arms around the girls on either side, but Flaca was getting pretty moody and would give me the silent treatment every once in awhile. It didn’t take much to figure out it was due to the attention I paid to the TI girls. Aww, poor baby was jealous!!! More like territorial, IMO.

I forget how, but SOMEHOW Flaca asked at what time I was going to send the other girls home. I kind of laughed it off, but said ‘uh, that’s a big assumption, isn’t it?’ Which caused her to pout even more noticeably. I thought the jealous act was sweet, but I did actually feel sorry for her in case of the VERY slight chance that her feelings were even remotely genuine, and I resolved to pay more attention to HER.

After a couple rounds at PUD, the ultra-lightweight Flaca was apparently getting drunk. FOF lit up a cigarette, and soon Flaca was puffing away as well – a bit of a shock to me as Flaca had previously vehemently denied smoking (though I smelled smoke all over her one day in the bar after she came back from changing). I didn’t say anything, but was a bit happy in that my plan to get her to ‘let her hair down’ was apparently working even better than I had planned.

This went a couple steps further, however, when I ended up kissing Flaca a few times at PUD. I’m not sure if it was the alcohol or her actually having feelings for me, but very UNLIKE previous occasions with Flaca, she actually kissed me back and with passion. We had made out before, but it always seemed that she was either very inexperienced kisser or wasn’t much into it. That I put up with it was a possibly delusionary belief that it was the former. As it turned out, she HAD been holding back, but for whatever reason, the good stuff that I had so crazily been PINING FOR was coming out.

We had been at PUD for about an hour when a band started playing some American rock covers. They weren’t too bad and the singers actually had pretty good voices. Things deteriorated, however, when some drunken Brit stageside got onstage and belted out some request when the band said they didn’t know it. Which gave Flaca a brilliant idea… Request one of my karaoke songs from the night before and get ME onstage to sing. UH, SORRY PRINCESS!!! Luckily I saw what was happening and grabbed the napkin with the song name on it (No, Xen, it wasn’t a frickin’ Cheeky Girls song!) as she was about to hand it to a waitress to take to the stage.

Shortly before leaving PUD I was left alone with the TI girls when Flaca and FOF headed to the bathroom together, and TI girl #1 asked when I was going to send them home. I again repeated ‘uh, who said you ARE going home tonight?’, and she said Flaca had told her it was barhop only before she came down from dancing at TI. I kind of rudely said “Uh, did Flaca pay your barfine? I never said that, did I?” And the girl got REAL quiet. I then told the TI girls that they may end up meeting me somewhere for short time that night, but that it would probably be a secret and that I would let them know when the time came – DESPITE what I would say in front of Flaca. TI #1 was still very quiet at thispoint, but TI #2 seemed to get excited about it! Looking back I am sure she would have liked nothing better than to steal the bitchy asawa’s man for some cama gymnastics.

After hearing several songs from the band, I had seen plenty at that point and paid the bill and we headed up Fields to the karaoke dives across from Brown Sugar so the GIRLS could sing. The Filipino apparent proprietor remembered us from the night before and was super nice to us in seating us and getting our drinks. The TI girls were soon engrossed in the song lists while Flaca and FOF were yammering away to each other. At this point I sat back to reflect a little bit about how the evening had been pretty fun so far despite nothing really happening and that even the APPEARANCE of parading around AC with 4 rather attractive girls was pretty cool, no matter what the reality was – that I was only going to end up seeing one of them naked because Flaca had me throughly whipped.

After the girls each sang a song or two it became time to move on again, and I volunteered to buy even more food at Kokomoz where the plan was to feed them and free them. Upon arrival at Kokomoz we got two tables near the pool tables and Flaca and I played while the others ate. I got a little chance to talk to her in between shots and cursory visits to the other girls who were ordering and then consuming their food and also had a chance to check my texts, which I hadn’t looked at all evening. While there were several from Airport Girl telling me to come get her earlier and promising some SERIOUS sexual activity, there was also one from Flaca that simply said “I HATE YOU”! My jaw dropped open at seeing that one and I wondered what the HELL I had done to inspire a message like THAT! I immediately asked her, and she instantly knew what I was talking about, though it had happened a few hours earlier. “For stopping my request”. She had wanted me to sing in front of all of PUD! OOPS!!!

The party got a little bigger when an older chick from the Stay-In (live in dorm for bar girls) ended up joining us. The more the merrier, as far as I was concerned, though I did raise an eyebrow when I got the dinner bill and the number of dishes seemed pretty damned high for a group of thin bargirls. It turned out that Flaca had ordered a chicken dinner for the mamasan. How thoughtful of her!!! Especially since ‘mommy’ had never even been pointed out to me in all the time I had spent in Voodoo over the past several weeks, I always just gave the barfine cash to the waitress. Anyway… what’s money to a big spending RICH GUY LIKE ME on my last night in town?

It was about midnight at this point and Flaca and I had been together and drinking for about 7 hours. As soon as she mentioned even in passing that she was feeling tired, I decided to take her to bed and dismiss the others. Though arranging to meet the TI girls at the Orchid room for short time was SEVERELY tempting. Truth be told, however, I was as gaga as ever for Flaca, and didn’t want to do anything that would embarrass her or hurt her. She actually VOLUNTEERED to go the Stay-In while I took them to my room – ‘just text me when you’re finished’she said – but I didn’t have the heart. Besides, I had to get her the hell to sleep in time to go meet Airport Girl at 2!!! Yeah, baby, this was true love!!!

I told Flaca ‘let’s go to bed’ and then told the other girls that we were going to bed and thanked them for a GREAT night. TI girl #2 raised an eyebrow and kind of winked at me to see if there was some sort of signal to be passed regarding our possible previous arrangement, but I just smiled and told her ‘have a fun night’ and headed out past the pool and up the stairs with Flaca.

The rooms above the pool at Kokomoz seemed a bit bigger than my room above the bar, and had NO problems with the air conditioning, which was actually FRIGID. Instead of getting noise coming up from the bar, however, there was noise coming from Real Street and the Midnight Rodeo bar, which featured live music well into the AM.

We traded showers and then started fooling around on the bed – which had only a fitted sheet on it and no top sheet or comforter. Unlike usual I didn’t get hard during all of this, probably a combination of alcohol, exhaustion and the fact that Flaca’s act and super skinny body didn’t turn me on too much. I did feel the need to explain, though, and I told Flaca that I was a little drunk and that I had had another girl to the Orchid that morning after she had left early. Flaca didn’t say anything, and I told her how happy she had made me that night when she kissed me ‘for real’.

And then Flaca shocked the HELL out of me: She did ME! The girl that told me she didn’t suck dick the first time she met me, but would ‘try for me’, headed straight for my joint and gave it a few rather competent slurps. Like she actually wanted it! And then she climbed on top of ME and kissed me like she meant it. And screwed me like she meant it too. I was simply shocked. THIS was what I had been after from Flaca for weeks! And I was FINALLY getting some return on my investment with her, finally getting what I wanted, and it was almost like I was dreaming.

And then, suddenly, I woke up.

In the middle of a downstroke, Flaca, in her little cartoon voice, looked me right in the eyes and said ‘Ohhh Porker’. She NEVER used my name. EVER. ‘I love you Porker’. ‘Fuck me Porker’. It was an ACT!!! FUCK!!!

I tried to keep going just so not to confront her, but I quickly lost my erection and just simply wanted her to go to sleep so I wouldn’t have to deal with her anymore. She had my head spinning for most of my trip and now she was fucking with it, giving me what she thought I wanted from her. And if she was a better actress she would have been right.

After lying there for a half hour or so I took a shower, got dressed and headed out so I could meet Airport Girl. As I was telling a prone Flaca that I was going out to say goodbye to some friends, she complained about being cold and there being no blanket, so I went to the cashier’s office downstairs amd asked for oneand brought it back for her. I knew she was wide awake and I felt very strange leaving her there like that. Why couldn’t she have made it easy for me by going to sleep? She had NEVER had any problems sleeping before!

I ended up at the Orchid at 2:15 with Airport Girl nowhere in sight. I waited another 10 minutes thinking maybe she had come and gone, as I was a little late, but there was no sign of her so I texted her friend who had her text me back. She was coming at 3 when the bar closed. Oh yeah, I forgot about such details in the life of a bar girl!

I had a drink downstairs and waited, and AG arrived shortly after 3 VERY happy to see me (and bearing a gift -- a Camelot t-shirt, that if she actually BOUGHT would have probably cost her several days salary from working in the bar. I HOPE she got it free somwhow!). I was glad to see her too, but my mind was still a little pre-occupied with Flaca.

AG showered and joined me in bed, but I was in no mood for sex with ANYONE at that point, exhausted but too wired to sleep, and with mind spinning about having to leave PARADISE and my evening with Flaca and having to juggle the two of them until I left. All we did was cuddle for an hour or so until she fell asleep. I waited until I thought it was safe and then said I’d be right back and headed straight for the Kokomoz room again.

Flaca was exactly where I had left her, but didn’t seem to be asleep as she seemed to be barely even breathing. I undressed and crawled into bed with her and she molded her body into mine. MAN how I loved cuddling with her! But I was way too wired to sleep and didn’t have much to say to her, and again was pretty much just hoping to leave with my sanity restored.

After about a half hour of this, at about 5 AM, I turned on the PC and read the ‘net for awhile before getting dressed and telling Flaca I needed to get ready to go to Manila for my flight home. I told her I was meeting the car service at the Orchid and dropped her off at her place on the way. After all the emotional angst of the evening, we parted with a simple hug and innocent kiss.

I had walked maybe 100 feet up Real St. towards the Orchid when I got a text. “How I wish it was ME that was with you last this morning.” I instantly felt like I had been punched in the stomach: She KNEW I had AG at the Orchid? HOW???
But quickly I calmed down when I realized she had been referring to when she had left early the morning before. I texted back thanking her and saying I’d miss her. It was volley number one in a series of about a dozen between then and when I actually left Manila 5 hours later.

AG was asleep when I entered the room, and again, I undressed and crawled in bed with her. I told her that time was running out and that I needed to go, and we both got up and dressed and headed down to the front bar to wait for the car service to take me to Clark Field where I was to catch the commuter flight to Manila to catch my flight home.

We sat in complete silence, not saying a word. I was a lot more sad about leaving Angeles than about leaving AG, but I was indeed going to miss her. She was a simply AWESOME fuck, and that combined with her inSANE body and devotion to me and extreme affordability will make her the chica featured prominently in my wet dreams for DECADES to come. But there was virtually zero emotional attachment to her, other than maybe feeling sorry for her lot in life and a sincere desire that she somehow find happiness.

The van headed for Clark arrived at 7:15, 15 minutes late. I had been instructed to be at the airport at least an hour before the scheduled 8:30 departure time. We had gone almost half a block when I remembered that I had forgotten the absolute MOST important things in the world to me at that exact moment – the things I had in the safety box at the front desk at the Orchid – my plane ticket and passport! I almost yelled at the driver to stop and then RAN back to the Orchid to get my stuff out of the safe. AG was still inside talking to some waitresses and I sheepishly said goodbye again as I grabbed my stuff and ran back to the van. Thank GOD I remembered the stuff in time!

I got to Clark with no problems and then got charged a a bunch of niggling fees that were above and beyond what I had thought I was paying for the 30 minute flight to Manila. The actual ticket on SE Air cost 500 pesos, but there is an extremely low weight allowance for baggage, and I had a heavy suitcase. That and the airport use fee of 100 pesos almost doubled the original 500 pesos fee. And when adding in the taxi ride to Clark and to the Int’l terminal in Manila, the overall total wasn’t too far different from the cost of car service from AC to Manila. And considering the hour wait at Clark before the flight, the overall time of 2 ½ hours from door to door (Orchid to the gate at NAIA in Manila) was about what it would take to take a car as well. Plus I could’ve had a honey ko keep me company on the way! Of course there’s no guarantee that traffic won’t end up taking a LOT longer than 2 ½ hours to get to Manila, which makes the SE Air trip almost mandatory when flying out at 11 AM like I was.

Check in was a total breeze, no lines whatsoever, and the flight to Taipei ended up being half full. While waiting I sat and played with my phone, sending last minute goodbye texts, and even called home for the first time of the trip just to use up the remaining ‘load’. It was indeed a fun toy, and I would strongly recommend having one for everyone thinking about visiting the Philippines, as once you get slightly used to texting and bargirl-ese (both of which Epi is an absolute PRO at), sending and receiving texts is quite a blast.

But as I got on the plane and took my seat and turned off my phone for the last time it hit VERY hard that my trip was over. It had been the absolute time of my life, and I had already resolved to beg, borrow and steal to make sure that my return trip was going to be a matter of WHEN not IF. While severely depressed, there were no tears shed on the trip home, maybe because I was so exhausted that I couldn’t summon the energy!

But I think what sustained me was that I was still basking in the feeling of being in LOVE. Not with a person, but with a place: Angeles City. While Thailand was great, and I will certainly return, I loved AC with a passion. I can’t frickin’ WAIT to go back!

The end.

Photo: Airport Girl 164
Photo: FOF - Voodoo 165
Photo: Flaca and FOF 166
Photo: Last Supper at Kokomoz 167

Funny how you kept going back to the same girls, especially Flaca who was a lousy fuck and an absolute bitch to you for the most part. I think your second trip will be different because you wont be willing to put up with as much bullshit and just leave her behind. Flaca was fucking with you the whole time and it became a challenge for you to make her like you.....forget about girls like that, your wasting your time. I always have a girl or two like that that seem totally disinterested and I usually send them home right after sex. They always want to stay but I tell them straight up that we dont click and they begrudgingly go home....I usually get a bunch of txts later that they will make it up to me...blah blah blah....I never txt back and that's what you should do. Each day is precious in AC and dont waste them with girls that wont appreciate you when you have girls like AG or other who worship the ground you walk on....she still asks about you by the way.

Blazers, good advice, and believe me, Epi was telling me the same thing the whole time: Flaca was the ultimate PRO who had her finger on the 'how to play a newbie' joystick the entire time. While I am a bit older and a little wiser now, I am not sure that the next trip will be a whole lot different, as Flaca already has a big bullseye on my return date and her bar is right in the MIDDLE of Fields. I have been dropping lots of hints to her via email, though, that while I like her a lot, other girls are a necessity and she needed to be a LOT better in the sack to keep my attention. We'll see what happens.

Re: Airport Girl, she is running hot and cold with me, I think depending on her current barfine situation. When she has a steady, she hates me because "I have a lot of girls in Angeles". When it's a dry spell, she 'loves me'. Again, re: December, we'll see what happens.

I think that I'm a little lucky with both her and Flaca in that I am OK no matter what happens. With some TJ girls in the past, I was almost a BASKET CASE living and dying with how things were going with them. Maybe I have become a heartless he-man monger after all?

Blazers, now that the family's on to you, what's the excuse for not making it for the New Year's fiesta in Angeles? Surely it can't be WORK??? Drop some FF miles and get a ticket and join the party, DAMMIT!!! I wanna have an all-star table lined up at Camelot of AG's former conquests!

Hell, while I'm thinking of it, bring Ahora too!

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Porker, I've checked just about everywhere for a flight to AC for new years and have come up dry. I'm afraid anyone who is not booked is SOL unless they're willing to drop 2.5-3k for a ticket (no thanks).

Gents, what is AG's bar name?

Don Marco, sorry to hear the flights are so much now. Doesn't make a lot of sense, but I guess they are fully booked? I sent you an inbox message.

Most Filipinos in the US(3 million of them, although the census says 2.3 or so and you know how I feel about the census) work for the government or for hospitals. This narrows their opportunity for vacation time usually to the holiday season and summer and very few own their own business' and have less flexibility as a result. Because of this, you see all the Pinoy doing their damndest to get to the PI for Christmas to bring their huge balikbayan boxes. Be prepared to wait two hours at the luggage belt so that all of the Pinoy can unload their 140 pound boxes of gifts and food. Gotta love Pinoy's for their generosity. Near to impossible to get to PI during holiday season unless you book way ahead of time as Porker did...that $499 fare that I had with Cathay Pacific seems like a long time ago now. I am planning for a trip but sometime next SPring. AC is a ghost town during the holidays until about January 3rd...there will be girls but slim pickens on the cute ones.