1 MY CONTINUING EDUCATION

I’ve heard some lads describe Angeles as a gaggle of indistinguishable bumpkins who think they own you after one night, promise undying loyalty while fucking everybody who asks, and don’t even bother to learn how to give a decent blowjob.

Then again, I’ve heard some describe Adelita’s in Tijuana as heaven on earth. Adelita’s is a place where fat-assed bleached blondes drag you upstairs for a very short-time and don’t even pretend to enjoy it, urging you to come fast while checking the time on one hand and hanging onto the condom for dear life with the other.

Which only proves two things:

1. Sometimes it’s just not your day.
2. There’s no accounting for taste.

As MongerX, Merlin, Hippie and Porker were witness in July, I’ve had nights in Angeles when none of the cards were falling. Expectations run high with the deck so stacked in your favor. Still, timing is everything, and sometimes you’re just out of sync.

But I was on a pretty good roll this Thanksgiving week, so much so that I resisted the temptation to tag along with excellent lads Merlin and Xenono on their maiden Indonesian adventure. And that says a lot about dedication to mission.

In fact, I’ve never had as much consistently great sex in Angeles, punctuated by only a couple of lackluster performances: the perfectly sweet girl-next-door who did her very best to conceal that she didn’t really like the work but was supporting her family; and the just-uncherried girl for whom anyone not Japanese was actually too difficult and painful. Both exhibited enthusiasm in the bar, but betrayed their true stripes when push came to boom. And that’s probably as much my fault as theirs for not being more thorough in the interview.

Besides those two, my good fortune was such that I never looked back, bouncing from one flat-bellied, long-legged performer to the next tiny vibrating machine, trading in one saucy just-turned-18 vixen for another fresh from province. Each showed ample appreciation for the slightest gesture of kindness or generosity, and none exhibited the psychotic possessiveness many of us have witnessed.

That is, with the notable exception of the girl I came to see. I was as often rewarded for the substantial aid I provided not with appreciation but indifference, greed or outright disrespect.

Why, you might ask, would I suffer such indignity, particularly in light of the ample and instant gratification available around every Angeles corner? Simple: because I needed to absorb it. I knew it would be an important chapter in my continuing education.

You see, like an alcoholic, I had begun to realize how easily I might succumb to the allure of possessing my own bargirl. I knew that it was time for an inoculation. So I journeyed to both Angeles and province to see the big picture.

And I recommend this adventure to any of you even remotely considering the romantic fantasy of rescuing one of these girls and offering her a better life.

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Province:



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2 RESCUE ME

It can be an almost irresistible temptation for a rescuer-type personality or a hopeless romantic. These girls are young, innocent, sometimes in awe of your power, prowess, wealth and worldliness. They accept the conceit that wisdom comes with age, and don’t seem to mind that yours is twice theirs.

You can easily imagine showing her a bigger world, educating her, helping her family, and all for a pittance. You could be her prince, the happy ending to any girl’s fantasy.

A typical bargirl’s tale: she left the province out of duty to her family, and doesn’t like the work but needs the money. If she could only send 10 or 12 thousand pesos home every month… You quickly do the math and realize that one or two hundred dollars is a fortune to them. Surely she would worship you forever!

If you decide to do it, do it quickly, like killing a chicken. Don’t go back home expecting her to be loyal just because you are sending money and she no longer needs to work. Ironically, you will be giving her the status, self-confidence and freedom to betray you.

Here’s how it works.

Most provincial girls who come to Angeles stay for maybe six months, rarely more than a year. Some don’t like it much, or don’t make enough money. Others undergo a transformation.

Your girl may arrive as a cherry girl, young, inexperienced and cautious. Like an American teen, she may get up the courage to get drunk on New Year’s Eve and give it up to her worthless pinoy boyfriend, who will then leave her in disgust, or to a foreigner she met a few days earlier who vowed his undying devotion and then found someone new. This traditionally makes her unmarriageable in PH, and consequently frees her to begin fucking in earnest, since she’s now an irredeemable slut in the eyes of anyone she’s ever known.

But of course trollopdom is the norm in Angeles. Plus her family needs the money, so she’s dutifully being the good daughter. She confides in you her secret: she hates the work, barfines rarely and only with nice guys, and late at night longs for the warm embrace of her loving family, who have no idea that she’s not a virgin waitress.

So into the fray you leap, offering a valiant solution: you will produce the 10,000 pesos and solve all of her problems, and she will only fuck you.

Be assured that indeed she will, though not necessarily in the manner of your expectations. Because a funny thing happens.

Now somebody loves her. He loves her enough to rescue her, maybe even whisk her off to paradise, where she might live happily ever after in the lap of luxury while gaining the everlasting admiration of family and friends.

All the other girls are envious. They all dream of snaring a sponsor. Talk about a boost to self-esteem - this is self-esteem on steroids! It’s like a cast-off street kid getting a record deal, and suddenly having the whole world fawning over him.

So now she’s a star in the bar, carefree, having fun, dancing and selling drinks, but NO MORE BARFINING, because she is loyal to her mahal!

And at some point it occurs to her that, if she has truly found her prince, she will never again fuck another man, because marriage is forever. And she gets a little nervous, because, after all, she’s only been doing this sex thing for a few months, and what if she’s not very good? She doesn’t even know how to give a proper blowjob. She’s only spent a few nights with her betrothed. When her meal ticket returns with heightened expectations, will he become bored with her inexperience and leave her? There are plenty of wild girls in Angeles.

Maybe she should taste one or two more. Only good guys, only cute ones. Just for research - for her mahal, really. She has to learn how to please him.

And she could use the money, because he doesn’t really send enough for all of her expenses, and she’s too shy to ask for more.

And besides, it’s kinda fun now, with the pressure off.

And then she starts to wonder: what if she chose the wrong prince? It was so easy… maybe she should have waited longer, done better. Maybe found somebody younger, more attractive. Maybe somebody with more money. Somebody who lives in a bigger house, in a hipper city. Now she’s meeting all these guys from all over the world, and it’s kind of exciting. In fact, it’s a lot of fun!

So she loosens up, starts to drink - not those juicy ladies’ drinks, but rum & coke and tequila and Bailey’s. And she’s getting drunk every night – why not? Life is good!

And she’s partying hard, and she can go with any guy she fancies, and she tries things and learns more about what she likes and doesn’t. And some Koreans offer her a little blow, and those Australians have some weed. And in between, while she’s chatting with you (someone she barely knows) for endless hours every day on the Internet, she’s also trolling the boards for other chatmates – what harm?

And because she has to make up excuses why she can’t be at your beck and call, she’s getting very good at lying, both to you and to herself. And pretty soon she’s lying so habitually that she’s not sure what the truth is anymore.


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3 OFF THE DEEP END

BRRPPWRKKKXNG! Back it up for a moment – let’s give this tale a bit of Stateside perspective.

Your girl is 18, maybe 20. If she were in America, she’d might go to college, maybe join a sorority, or just get a job…. and do exactly the same stuff. She’d be out drinking, dancing, partying, fucking lots of guys, figuring out what turns her on. No wonder Angeles is seductive – you get to do all this and have your own money, too.

But wait! She shouldn’t be doing it for money, or on your dime. You’re not her dad, you’re her mahal! And there’s the rub, because she doesn’t see the conflict. She will be loyal to you as soon as you are real to her.

You met her while she was still wishing for her prince, and then left her to go back to work. You’re waiting for the fiance visa to go thru (Sure, why not? You’ll have 90 days of good fucking in the States before you have to marry her or kick her to the curb.) Surprise: she’ll probably do a lot of growing up while your back is turned. It’s only natural.

You may sense that your girl is perhaps not being totally honest with you while you’re away. Her guile can be kind of charming, actually – you will tell yourself that she’s not really trying to deceive you, only attempting to placate your petty jealousy. When you imply that she might be stepping out, she will be deeply hurt, and you will end up apologizing for not trusting her. And she will feel deeply righteous about these arguments, because in her mind she is not actually cheating.

She may even return to province, if you insist, to demonstrate both her reclaimed purity and her absolute devotion to you. But odds are she’ll get bored and sneak back, because she’s addicted. Angeles is her home. She’s a bargirl now.

And you will suspect, and try to understand. After all, you haven’t exactly been a saint. It’s kind of a turn-on that, even though she says she hates the work, she confides that those three or four nights with you were amazing, the best sex she’s ever had. Can’t argue with chemistry, eh? And even though she admits that she knows your mongering buddy, she denies barfining him before she met you, and you rationalize that she’s just trying to spare your ego. He brags that she was wild and adventurous in a threesome, eagerly eating out her best friend. Well, maybe she was drunk.

But as you go to sleep, you ask yourself - wait a minute - you’re her mahal, for chrissake! It’s not so bad that when you met her she was fucking for money - she’d only been with a dozen or so guys before you (and you had that many girls on your last trip to AC!) But now that you’ve ridden up on your white horse to save her, shouldn’t she want to be free of it? That’s what she said she wanted!

Well, maybe it was what she wanted then, or thought she wanted. But that was then, and, thanks to you, everything has changed. Young women grow and learn and change quickly. It’s been six months.

Now, don’t get me wrong on the prickly subject of lying – I’m not suggesting that because bargirls habitually lie, they are only worthy of scorn. One of the distinguishing charms of Angeles is its customary dance of flirtation, a beguiling promise that there may be more to an exchange than merely money for bodily fluids.

Such promise is by its very nature prevarication, concealing both parties’ true intentions while summoning a daydream of what might happen if only we were Julia Roberts and Richard Gere. You probably savor the fantasy briefly and move on to the next conquest.

But for her, a brief tryst may constitute a major relationship. Remember, she’s probably only been doing this for a few months, and three or four or five nights may be the longest time she’s ever spent with a man. That’s one reason why a girl in Angeles is frequently willing to stick wit’ choo until you say scat.

The trouble usually starts when you get back home, and you begin in retrospect to romanticize your idyllic interlude, and reflect on how this girl really did seem to truly like you. It’s flattering that she remembers every detail of your time together. Maybe this really could be the one?

And then begins the flurry of flirtatious emails, and the hours spent IM-ing when she gets off work at 2 or 3 AM. You discover Chikka, and send loads to her cellphone (after all, it’s only 5 or 10 bucks.) You begin texting her on impulse when you really should be working. Suddenly she is never far from your thoughts. You make the occasional trek to Western Union (but only for emergencies, like when her mother is in hospital, or she has to go to dentist, or she loses her phone in a trike, or she needs those new shoes for work, or she just needs a little cash for… you know!)

And she’s swearing that she’s loyal to you, and she hates the work, and she’s not interested in other men, only you, her mahal. And you’re thinking, “Gee, it doesn’t get much better than this. What have I got to lose?”

Because attraction may be chemical, but you make up your mind to be in love.


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4 REALITY CHECK

SLAP!

How do you feel about her fucking maybe 50 or 100 or more guys in the six months while she’s vowing her loyalty to you? Because now she’s infatuated with how handsome young Marines are, and she’s found that the Japanese tip well for short time and she can still get back to the bar for maybe another, and then have money to go out drinking Red Horse with her friends (who expect her to pay because she has a boyfriend, and maybe they borrow money and her phone to call their chatmates in California and Sweden, so by the end of the night she has no money and texts you to send load and make another Western Union run.) And she no longer remembers every last detail of your few nights together so long ago, because the nights are all starting to run together.

Once she’s crossed this threshold, it’s hard to go back. Casual sex becomes a way of life. You’d better think hard about what will happen when you get her home to Boise, because you can bet she’s gonna be eyeing the clerk at Wal-Mart and the busboy at Chez Mahal. ‘Cause by now she’s accustomed to fucking whoever she wants, without a second thought.

And odds are pretty good that before you get back she’ll pick up something contagious or get pregnant, because she’s relying on the withdrawal method. Many of these girls can’t be bothered to brush their teeth every day, much less take a pill or slip on a condom. And besides, the church doesn’t approve. So when she misses a couple of periods, since abortion is illegal under 25, she’ll swallow some evil combination of herbs and chemicals, and wash it down with Tanduay’s, and pray to god to only lose her baby and not her life.

How did this cycle begin, anyhow? What is her worthless trike-driver dad thinking? Surely he knows that his baby girl can’t possibly be earning enough as a virgin waitress to send home 10K a month! Her mom’s no fool, either – doesn’t she care about all that catholic bullshit? And what about those layabout brothers? Do they realize their sister is fucking strangers to pay their tuition, or even their barfines? Why should you want to support this family of hypocrites and leeches?!

Rest assured that her family will be perfectly delighted to welcome you, and they will treat you with considerable deference. They will accept (and expect) your generous contributions. And their heretofore modest needs will escalate until you yell uncle. Because in the East, you don’t marry a girl - you marry her family. And that’s just how it is.

These are but a few of the conundrums you will face as you endeavor to rescue your girl from afar. All I’m saying is this: go into it with your eyes open. Know what you’re doing. Don’t get hung on storybook romance and happily-ever-after. Just like in the real world, be ready to do a lot of work on the relationship, probably much more work than it would take to be with somebody who grew up in your hometown. Because you will have to raise a girl from an alien way of life who is still a child, then contend with the woman she becomes.

Realize that it’s a bit like harvesting a soft-shell crab: you have to catch her just as she sheds her skin, and devour her before she grows a new shell.

Finally, bear in mind the second-favorite joke among bargirls in Angeles (they so love to exclaim “cherry ass!”)

It’s the 3-3-3 joke. It refers to Japanese customers.

3 inches.
3 minutes.
3 thousand. (pesos)

Remember that this is what they came to Angeles for.


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"It’s the 3-3-3 joke. It refers to Japanese customers. "
3 inches.
3 minutes.
3 thousand. (pesos)

I thought it was the 2-2-2 joke!

Now that they are paying 3,000 pesos, their dickies have grown an inch longer and they last a good minute more?

A great read. Thank you.

RT

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Crazier,

The sad thing is that the girls are probably holding the joke to 3 sheerly for symmetry's sake. More than one has told me she received a P 5000 tip for short time.

There goes the neighborhood!

Tujunga, simply an awesome report and great insights into the bargirls and the province. I now see where some of them are coming from in terms of the fixation with money. I may bypass the province trip that was planned.

I also agree this last trip to AC was a total blast, only you could appreciate how difficult it was for me and Xen to leave AC under these circumstances. I wish you could've joined us in Indonesia, but there will be a next time I'm sure.

I'm confused a bit. You started the report like you had never been to Angeles then wrote a sociological report and why not to support a bargirl?

A great read by the way though and now I finally have someon writing about the sociology of Angeles besides myself and you havent even got into the dark side of local guys fucking your mahal on a daily and some girls getting into relationships with tbirds. Then there is the rape by local guys and tbirds raping cherry girls by druggin their drink and fingering them. Not urban legends either...total truths.

Wondering if you have had these experiences yourself or just stories from others?

thanks for the read . i was in a.c around thanksgiving. i don't think to much about the girls,what are they going thought, or thinking, or where and how they got there. i am sure these girls would say to me " i see how you r"

The idea that there could be "more" to our brief encounters with these girls is a very romantic thought indeed, one that crosses my overly romantic mind on a regular basis.

The idea of rescuing them certainly has its appeal, and has crossed my mind more than once. But, maintaining a realistic perspective on the true nature of the relationship helps to keep me grounded in reality.

There is probably not one of us, no matter how experienced we are, in moments of weak and foolish romantic folley, that has not had the thought of "what could be" with some of these girls.

That does not mean they are not smitten with us for brief moments of time, just as we are smitten with them. But, there is a truth that accentuates the reality of the circumstances..."Know thy self."

To paraphrase your comments, casual sex is a way of life, and both they and we are accustomed to fucking whomever we want, without a second thought. Once we've crossed this threshold, it’s hard to go back.

Are we not exactly the same as they? Once you take a bite of the apple, and realize that you can fuck anyone you want, it IS very hard to go back.

IMHO, as long as we remember that we are exactly the same in this regard, the chance of being sucked into the trap, the likelihood that we will act on the idea that there is more to these relationships, that there is more than the just the exchange of body fluids for money, that there is any real chance of true commitment either way, is much less likely.

Your sociological commentary and advice is certainly applicable to AC, but not limited to it. I dare say it is applicable across the board, in almost all mongering destinations. Well done, and a very intellectually stimulating read.

fucking brilliantly written dude

Thanks to all for the kind words.

Merlin,

I would hate to think that I've rained on your perenially sunny disposition! Please don't take my word for it, have the province experience for yourself. I guarantee it will be instructive - part of your continuing education!

Blazers,

Thanks for your incredibly detailed guides. My tale is a mix of personal experience, friend's travails and fly-on-the-wall observations.

Unspongebob,

Same same only different. Intense casual sex in spurts, if you will, is our periodic holiday fantasy world. It is their everyday reality.

Fantastic analysis on the minds of BG's and Mongers alike. And many thanks on the compliment, we Marines are indeed a "handsome" bunch!

No worries Tujunga, I may do the trip eventually, but not in the near future as I planned.

Excellent, thought-provoking post, thanks for making the effort. I admit that I saw lots of Airport Girl in what you wrote.

I've personally been lucky to have been a teflon monger so far in my Asia trips and haven't gotten sucked into anyone's web. But for those that DO fuck up and fall for a working girl, they BETTER think all the things you mention in this post through.

"Your girl is 18, maybe 20. If she were in America, she’d might go to college, maybe join a sorority, or just get a job…. and do exactly the same stuff. She’d be out drinking, dancing, partying, fucking lots of guys, figuring out what turns her on."

This is an excellent point. If they were Americans, they would be doing exactly the same thing except they wouldnt be getting paid.


"Once she’s crossed this threshold, it’s hard to go back. Casual sex becomes a way of life. You’d better think hard about what will happen when you get her home to Boise, because you can bet she’s gonna be eyeing the clerk at Wal-Mart and the busboy at Chez Mahal. ‘Cause by now she’s accustomed to fucking whoever she wants, without a second thought."

Another good point...I have a lot of experience with Filipinas who were either born in America or Americanized. The Filipinas who are in the US are much different then those that are in the "old country". Its amazing how a sweet humble Filipina transforms into something totally different once they arrive here. Many guys believe the adventure will continue on in the US and it will, for a short time. Chances are that the woman will change into something totally different within a year.

"And odds are pretty good that before you get back she’ll pick up something contagious or get pregnant, because she’s relying on the withdrawal method."

Haha, my favorite point. On my last trip, I got caught up in the moment and hadnt used a condom with a certain Filipina. When I got back to the states, I was urinating flames. I dont need to describe further except to say that you, as a male, will know when you catch this STD. A quick trip to the doctor and pharmacy and 2 days later everything was much better. However, it was indeed scary and quite painful. Not the way to end a good vacation.

The vast majority of these women have no real hope for the future. They are not going to get that job on Wall Street, they will probably not be making money on real estate, etc.

I would definately like to rescue them from their scenario. In fact, I would run down the street with bags of dollars throwing them in the air if I could. The low point of my trips is when I imagine the conditions they must endure on a daily basis. The one temperature shower, the firetrap shanty homes, the filth, etc. When I am there for any length of time greater than two weeks, I must go back to the states because the conditions become too shocking to witness. It becomes even more shocking when you realize that more than a billion Asians have to wake up to this every day.

However, I am in no position to rescue these women. Im no Bill Gates or Michael Dell. I believe that what I am doing is the most help that I can give them. I give them a piece of my hard earned money in exchange for an honest service. Now the service may not be the best on all occasions, but for the most part, they do give you something for your dollar. In comparison, many American women would give you nothing after you spent $100 on them at some fine dining establishment.

I look at my trips as a vacation and nothing more. The money I pay the women may not seem like a lot, but to them, it is indeed much more then what they would earn at an average job over there. I do feel guilty in someways in that I am here in the states sitting in a million dollar house with a nice car and lots of other expensive stuff. However, there is not much more that I can do besides treating the women with respect and giving them a hefty tip.

Nice writeup and hope to hear more in the future. ...

P.S. If you wax nostalic between visits to AC, Trader Joe's currently offers both San Miguel & San Miguel Dark in 6-packs.

Very well done.

I just returned from my first trip to LOS and fell in love several times.

Men are far more romantic than women. Women are very calculating and love to make us think they are romantic, but the reality is that they are always looking to move up the food chain...no matter what country they are in.

Experience with American girls should teach us that. These girls are no different.

All the best,

Jh