Rain, Wind and Lateness of the Day prompted me to defer our sailing charter to the next morning. The remainder of the afternoon was then left to boom2 and pillow talk.

Mirroring my experience in “Real Life”, the weight loss is manifesting itself in innumerable and mostly immeasurable ways. Flexibility. Strength. Stamina. Less shame in my body. I’m trying and succeeding at sexual antics that previously were too embarrassing to try, let alone succeed. All the lose skin is a reminder but not an impediment. It’s pretty ugly and if I were to see it on a girl, she would not be on my list to boink.

I’m busting one, or at most two nuts a day but we are fucking pretty much all the time. She is telling me that she is cumming all the time. I choose to believe her . She seems to believe that I’m matching her nut for orgasm and that Viagra is not in use. I do nothing to disabuse her of that notion. I am reveling in the sex and a nut, when it happens, is just an extra bonus. She gets wet nearly instantly, stays wet and we stop briefly only when I’m exhausted.

I am growing worried that she thinks that the “deeper” attachment she feels we have is growing and will overcome my butterfly ways. She tells me that I have hurt her but she does not care, she has never had a summer romance like this and she wants to experience it. I don’t help matters when we have a candlelight dinner, ON the beach at an extremely romantic and excellent restaurant. I admit that I am enjoying the “Summer Romance” feel to the trip.

More of the same that evening and morning.

Out sailing charter was scheduled for 8:00 AM. We really seem to have a Filipino Skipper and Gilligan. The boat might as well be the S.S. Minnow. I kick myself for leaving the camera in the room. The boat ride is very picturesque. We head for Crystal Cove Island. There are some walking trails and caves that the surf has carved out. We are the only tourists on the island and teenage hijinks ensue. She does her best shy girl act but participates enthusiastically. We then sail off to a part of White Beach know as Fridays which is the cleanest part and the best swimming. We frolic in the water and she manages to get attacked by a trouser dwelling sea cucumber.

The warning signs have now become alarm sirens. She wants to know when I return so she can arrange her schedule so I don’t have to pay the bar. She is asking me if I want her to quit the bar. She wants me to promise that I am hers for the rest of my trip.

I don’t answer.

I take a deep breath and steel myself for what I fear is coming. I tell her that I think we “Should say goodbye when we return to Clark”. I watch her while she processes that statement. I feel like a shitheel. I know that this was inevitable. I leave her curled up in bed after I try to discretely secure anything irreplaceable.

After a while she comes down from the room and sits next to me. We have a heart to heart, the net of which seems to be that she is angry with herself for falling for a customer and she feels hurt. She tells me that she appreciates that I have been honest from the beginning when I told her that I’m a hard core butterfly and that she does not regret the trip. At this point I’m counting my blessings and thinking about logistics as we have one more night here in Boracay. I don’t think she will want to spend one more moment with me. Well, I’m wrong. She is subdued but she does not want to go anywhere. And then… the boom2 continues… started by her.

We have another romantic evening followed by marathon sex and morning sex. I just left her in the room to write this. Its 6:00 AM and we return to Clark this afternoon.

I have no idea if I’m home free. I’ll let you know.

Filipinas are smart in some ways...she is not giving up. She figures her last chance is to fuck you until your head explodes and your forgot your conversation with her. In her eyes, she has already forgot what you told her and will expect you to be exclusive with her when you return. WAKE UP! You just did a monumental task in losing all of that weight, why reward yourself with being tied down to one girl and the bullshit that goes with it. All it will take is one barfine and she will be forgotten....dont be a PLM.

Lastly, are you incorporating workouts while on vacation? I think your skin will tighten up if you hit the gym hard and not just a diet, it will also make the weight loss more permanent. I am not pillar of health but take the advice as you wish.

Darest I gainsay our esteemed colleagues to countenance thy behaviour, as they show but solicitude for thy aspect?

Yup. Go fer it, dude, and don't look back. Unless you want to.

You love the drama. Suck the marrow out of it.

There are no rules. As Epi opined, "It's your money."

Tujunga, of course you and Epi are correct, and Merlin and company doth protest way too much about how others spend their money. But, I'd be a millionaire if I got a dime for every time someone wiser than myself corrected the manner by which I mis-spend money, such as my habit of ringing the bell when inebriated and barfining the contents of a go-go. In fact, we can conceivably argue that any advice given here (which destination to go, which hotel to stay, etc) has some bearing on how someone spends his hard gouged money. But, there is something to be said for constructively pointing out to some -- in the heat of battle -- like a recent newbie to the Phils who got snuckered $2000 for nada, on the possible prejudice this type of spending may have on one's vacation experience. I think we chime in for Smit b/c we care and, of course, with the hope that he'll have money leftover to buy us drinks

I agree that we can help each other avoid getting snookered, but Smit ain't no newbie, and I'm only sayin'.......

Whether he spends 100 bucks on one lady or spreads it around to five is his bizness. He obviously digs the drama more than the variety, but still manages to fit both in.

Indeed, the right, honorable, gentleman from Tujunga has poisted the most unassailable counter rebuttal. But ponder, the great Roman thinker Bigust Dickust once espoused: newbism is a state of mind, not a rank (not casting aspersions on our mutual friend). Snippets gleamed from Smitty's post about this Tequila siren, clearly demostrates she's of the genus--Tiburonas Filipinas. Ok, I'll now log off on myself.