After round three in the AM with Dirty Duck girl, I was beginning to wonder if she might be one of the hard to get rid of girls that almost everyone that goes to Angeles City has had to deal with at times there. But while dozing off again, the girl’s cellphone started ringing about 10 AM. Don’tcha just LOVE IT when stuff like that happens?

I told her to answer it in order to prevent repeated interruptions to my morning snoozing, and when she did, she started giving 1 word responses in English. Ahhh, she's got a boyfriend, I figured. WRONG!!!

"That was Australian ladyboy. She send me chocolates and flowers. She like me."

Of course the use of the term "ladyboy" threw me off, as I've been to Thailand several times. But on further probing, she was referring to a "tomboy" (dyke), and then she told me that this was the cunt that was in the bar the night before next to us! I guess romance and flowers is a bit less effective than ponying up a barfine if you simply gotta have some particular gash!

I thought the whole thing was rather amusing, and as I wasn't particularly interested in buying her breakfast, I encouraged her to go meet the tuna-diver. She asked if I was serious, and I assured her I was. And indeed, I hope they had fun together. I especially hope there was no lingering taste of Salami for her new lover to savor!

When I saw the same Aussie chick walking down Fields a week later. I gave her at least a 100-watt smile and said "HI!!!", but the man-hating twat just kept on walking. Rude cunt!

Making me think my instincts about the girl wanting to stick around were correct, I found a pair of earrings she left behind. Obviously the nice guy thing to do is to go to her bar and return them. And then we start playing the lady drink/slutty in-bar show/you barfine me game all over again. I did originally intend to (eventually) take them back to her bar, but I never got around to it and he never called about them, so I just kept them. Maybe I’ll see her next trip, who knows. Not gonna lose much sleep over it.

I met up with Phoenixguy and another buddy from another board that I had shown around Angeles my last trip in January (will call him Silent Bob, from here on out) for breakfast at Kokomoz and re-hashed my previous night’s events and how they were doing so far. Unfortunately Phxguy was due to leave the next day, but we planned an afternoon barhop to get things rolling on his last full day in town.

The three of us started in mid-afternoon by taking a jeepney out to Honey Kos on Perimeter Rd. I guess we didn’t look like easy marks or something because the usual army of retirement-age waitresses didn’t descend on us in droves and start massaging us and troll for drinks. So we were able to sit back for a bit and watch the dancers, and after a couple of drinks we all had a girl hanging around us, all relatively attractive. I’ve seen lineups at Honey Kos that were pretty damned good, but overall this wasn’t one of their better days.

I can’t remember if my girl was a cherry girl or not, but she was letting out little squeals when I started playing with her tits, which is always fun! But if she was interested in a barfine, she sure wasn’t inspiring me to pull the trigger.

A quick peak through the curtain into Thi-High next door triggered a reaction that seemed to me to be like watching cockroaches scatter when the light comes on! A handful of some of the fugliest bargirls I’ve seen in AC scrambled to their feet, some desperately searching for ashtrays to stash their cigarettes. I could not turn and leave fast enough, but did take a pause to see if my amigos had been stricken momentarily insane and seen something they liked.

The next bar we hit as we continued our Perimeter crawl was called Bubbles, a quite small bar that I don’t think I’d ever been in before. There were a handful of girls inside, and a short one in a red bikini and glasses caught my eye and was pretty friendly and quickly perched between my legs when I sat down and ordered a drink. She was no great beauty, and had a little kangaroo pouch bulging belly that every once in awhile she’d suck in and look pseudo-normal. But I thought her glasses made her look cute, and she actually had a nice little ass that when rubbing against my crotch felt DAMNED nice!

I’m not sure why, but I was already feeling drunk that day, and a couple more at that place had me getting just SILLY. Pretty soon Shortie and I were clowning around and the whole bar staff (with the exception of a tall, slim girl that was making out with Silent Bob) started staring at our little porno pantomime circus. I don’t remember how, or why, but at some point Shortie was encouraging me to pull down my shorts and show everyone my ass. Some old grandma behind the bar also started yelling that I should do that, and who am I to disappoint a bunch of bargirls? So I dropped trou to show my ample, hairy, ghost-white ass, and the old battle-axe bartender started SHRIEKING with laughter! She was laughing so hard I thought she might snarf up a kidney or something!

My companions seemed quite amused by this also, although they had to save face and pretend that they were disgusted by the sight of my sexy posterior!

The next stop was T Times, a place I’d barfined from the summer before, and when we walked in we all just kind of looked at ourselves and smiled because this place had a rather significant talent upgrade onstage over the places we had been to so far. I headed strait for the rail near the stage, and tried to decide which of several girls was the most attractive.

The one I settled on was extremely thin, and was staring at me and giggling every time I looked at her (Were my pants still down or something?). She seemed like she might be some fun, so I called her down and went to sit at a booth away from the stage for some crotch grinding. But of course as soon as she showed up the bomb dropped that she was, of course, CHERRY, and spoke about 12 words of English to boot. Oh well, even mute cherry girls like to play ride the horsie, now don’t they? Uhmmm, not this one!

Well, the good news about Perimeter Rd. bars is that at least if you do something dumb like order a drink for a useless companion, it doesn’t cost you an arm and a leg. 150 pesos at T Times for her drink and mine would have been closer to 250 on Fields.

I was about ready to see if the others were ready to pay up and leave when the girl I had barfined the previous summer, a tiny little cutie with long silky hair down to her KNEES suddenly presented herself in front of me, and I got VERY happy to see her again. I had never managed to make it back to her bar after spending a great couple of hours with her, and it was damned good to see her again.

I couldn’t remember her name to save my life, but I got her to put her phone # in my phone, which solved that trick. I pretty much ignored cherry girl at that point, although I did make a few more attempts to get her to put her delicious ass on my sweet spot and do the bouncy bouncy thing! She’d try for awhile, but was just painfully shy.

While I was indeed happy to see T Times girl again, I wasn’t much in the mood to barfine her, as she was more sweet than talented in the rack. She did tell me that she was one of the show girls at a new weekly lock-in event (similar to Doghouse and SOB parties) called Perimeter Bars Exposed, and that she’d be there on Monday, so I told her I’d probably see her there.

I did end up going to the PBE show at Emotions that week, and if you like to get a buzz going in the late afternoon and see some fairly wild shows (for AC, anyway) featuring some DAMNED attractive girls, I’d highly recommend attending when you’re in town. 350 pesos (SOB is now charging 550 and no longer much value there, IMO) for 2 hours of free drinks, some finger food, door prizes (although I didn’t fucking win anything?) and a fun, rowdy atmosphere at a time (starts at 6 PM) when most AC bars are just beginning to open.

Phxguy and Silent Bob had ended up going all the way back down to Emotions while I was occupied at T Times, and by the time I was ready to head out, they were eating at Zapatas and Phxguy had acquired a barfine. As my stomach was rumbling a bit from lots of local rum and no food, joining them was a no-brainer, and the food at Zapatas was the same as ever: Decent, but unspectacular.

Nominally at that point I wanted to go home and take a nap. But the food helped clear my head from the booze a little bit, and when the others said they were still planning to keep on hitting the bars, I figured I could suck it up and keep going instead of ditching Phxguy on his last night in town.

We ended up at Nero’s, a bar where I’d had some fun with a cherry girl on my previous trip in January. Not the ULTIMATE fun, I lost all interest in cherry popping due to a horrible experience a couple years back, but when a girl comes over (before work and because you promised her a candy bar! GAWD I LOVE AC!!!) for a couple of hours of making out, pussy eating and grinding naked on my dick until I jizzed all over her, I think that qualifies as FUN!

As she was rather new to AC when I’d met her before and didn’t even have an email address, I hadn’t kept in touch with her, and I hadn’t called her yet that day to let her know I was in town. So I figured that when she saw me in the bar she’d be pretty excited, but actually her reception was fairly lukewarm. Hmmm, maybe she thought she’d get PAID on top of the candy bar when she’d come over to my room the last time? OOPS!

But actually it turned out that she was busy with a big spender that had a small army of girls around him. She did break away soon enough and come say hi, and was soon standing between my legs while I embraced her.

We talked for quite awhile and I teased her about not having a boyfriend and not having joined the ranks of womanhood. One of the things that always impressed me about this Nero’s girl was how she was just so content to hang out with me, hug and kiss in the bar and never even TOUCH her drink. I must have spent 8 hours with her in the bar over two trips now, and have bought her MAYBE 5 drinks in that whole time. She’s the total ANTI Fields avenue drinks slut.

Of course she was still a NO HOLER, though… Which meant that we were officially gonna have to be just “friends”.

My little romance was interrupted a bit when Trance and another of the PI Adventures board guys came into Nero’s and came over to say hi. VERY nice guys, but they were waaay more juiced up than I was, and I had been drinking pretty much ALL DAY at that point. They were in a festive mood, and pretty soon fresh drinks magically appeared in front of me, and Trance was egging me on to slam one. Well, what are ya gonna do when someone twists your arm, right?

The promise of more serious drinking loomed if I followed them to Treasure Island, and while I wasn’t really sure I wanted to join the ranks of the heavyweight drinkers last night, it sounded like fun to tag along, but I had to decide about what to do about cherry girl first so I said I’d catch up with them.

I half-heartedly volunteered for cherry girl to come barhopping with us, but she declined, something which had me scratching my head a little. She told me later that she knew we’d be getting drunk and didn’t want to be in the middle of that. This was actually a bit of a relief to me as it was only my second night in town and I didn’t want a cherry girl anchor at that point. Her passing on coming out with us was a damned good excuse to stay out of her bar the rest of the trip, though she did text me daily asking how I was and occasionally telling me how she “loved” me. Of course...

I dragged Phxguy and Silent Bob along with me over to TI, and on the way ended up passing the HUGE titted Santos girl I’d had some fun times with the previous year. Also the girl that wanted NOTHING to do with me in July ’05, a girl who confided in MongerX that “Porker is Asshole”. A good judge of character, for sure, but she would never tell either us WHY she suddenly hated me.

Well, I guess time had at least calmed her anger, and she said she wasn’t working on Santos anymore and readily gave me her new cell #. And then when I asked why she’d been so mad at me before, she said it was because of pics on the internet. Hmmmm, VERRRRRY interesting. I’d posted several on Clubhombre, but ain’t NO fucking way a Santos girl with limited English is gonna get access to the secure photo section here and find them. So one of our ‘brethren’ had ratted me out. MANY rants have been made on this site about what pathetic fucking losers those guys are for showing girls pics like that, so I’ll save mine.

I told her I was sorry for that, and she said “you will be gud to me now?” and I indeed promised to be a good boy. I invited her to my room right then, but she said she wasn’t feeling well, but that she’d see me the next day. Of course it turned out she had the FLU and I didn’t want any part of that!

When we got to TI, Trance and company were in full glory, and all of us got sent at least one shot, which seemed amazingly nice to me.

Almost before I got seated a short, decently cute girl came up to me and asked if I remembered her. I said no, not really, and it turned out she was one of Airport Girl’s best friends, a girl that actually used to intermediate things when AG and I had a bit of a rocky romance, although this had usually been done over the phone and online. When she started spitting out world class gossip, I had NO problems buying her a couple of drinks to get the scoop.

As I’ve reported before, Airport Girl did get married and moved to the East Coast of the USA, arriving there sometime in late February, I believe. Well, according to her friend, AG wasn’t having much fun there, and was likely headed back to the Phils after she had gone after her husband with a KNIFE!

Uhmmm, I never knew her to be psycho like that, and I’m DAMNED glad I never got to find out!

After an hour or so and a whole BUNCH of drinks at TI, I was DRUNK. And looking at my watch, it was after 1 AM, and I still didn’t have a barfine. While I like hanging out and drinking with the fellas in AC as much as anyone, I’ll be DAMNED if I ever go a day without company in that town! So it was time to go on a barfining mission.

One thing I DIDN’T want to do if I could help it was to get a repeat girl. I am prone to doing that on trips, as jumping on an old friend usually provides excellent results for me, but that night I wanted something fresh and more exciting. But of course, for the second night in a ROW I was hunting for a barfine at ~ 2AM. NOT optimal conditions for finding a stunner.

And in the end, I didn’t find a stunner, but in one of the smaller bars on Fields (the layouts of most of them are mostly all the same), after spending a half an hour or so leering at and drunkenly BS’ing the girls on stage, I saw a girl to the left of the stage whose body just made my mouth drop open! While her tits weren’t at all big, the girl was just SEXY! Flat stomach, nice hips, a little ass on her and a cute face. When she didn’t recoil in horrible shyness when I asked her name, and checked her ID tag, I invited her for a drink, and we grabbed a booth to sit down and chat.

As I’ve mentioned already, I was quite drunk that night (THANKS, TRANCE!), and I just started babbling nonsense to this girl who always seemed to have her eyebrows raised while checking me out while I was talking. About all I remember from that drunken rambling was about how I was professional dishwasher, and that if she was looking for a guy with money, that it certainly wasn’t me. So she’d have to just love me for my sexy body. Etc…

The girl didn’t say much during all of this, but when I did ask her questions, it was obvious that her English was VERY good compared to most AC bar girls. She was not at all unpleasant, but nor was she particularly engaging towards my drunken ass. If chemistry is the most important thing in a barfine, we certainly didn’t appear to have much!

But for some reason, I immediately LIKED this girl. Sure, her hot body helped, but the way she didn’t give me standard BS answers or giggle at the DUMBEST little jokes that seem to be so amusing to the bar girls in AC, had me wanting to know a lot more about her.
Plus, IT WAS GETTING LATE!

As the bar was getting ready to close well after 2 AM, I popped the barfine question, and more than halfway expecting her to say HELL no, she surprised me when immediately answering “Absolutely!”. Her enthusiasm seemed to come straight out of nowhere, and while I was scratching my head about this mysterious girl, I quickly settled the bill, paid the barfine and then chatted with the mamasan I had known there for awhile while she went to change her clothes.

We headed back to my room, traded showers, and the rest… Well, the rest will only be told here in sketchy details, as though I certainly didn’t know it at the time, Porker had met his first Asian “girlfriend”.

Bubbles bar shorty w/ glasses:

Photos: Bubbles Bar Shorty 05 06

It's getting harder and harder for me to read trip reports without photos but I always stop to read your's as it's like reading a good chapter in a small book. Do me a favor and use paragraphs next time as my elderly eyes are taking a pounding trying to sort through this talented writing...lol.

Blazers, sorry, it was a formatting problem with file somehow. Don't know how to fix it.

Thanks for the updates. You take me back there in your stories. I wish I could of had 1 more week there, once I got to feeling better. I'll have to re-live it through you. Have Fun

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Thanks admin!