Saturday.
Friday nite’s sweet thing has split and is texting me. I’m not about to yet again get enmeshed with the very first girl that I boink on a trip. I make a trip to LA Café. As I was saying, it seems that the truly HOT chicks now cater to the Japanese and Koreans and are none too subtle about snubbing us lowly gringos.
I wonder if our standing as Americans in our hobby, as it is in the rest of the world, being stained by our current administration and the continuing clusterfucks that are the so called war on terror and actual, horrific wasteful wars in Iraq and Afghanistan.
Please forgive me for letting my politics seep into my report, but, it’s my report. If the SA crew can hijack my report with seat recline “flames”, well then I can rant political.
I tried to snag 2 uberhotties (ain’t many in LA Café) and was quite unceremoniously dismissed. Well fuck me. A girl, while not being up to hottie standard as the ones that snubbed me, she was a wannabe in their crew, starting giving me a sales job. In my funk, I pulled the trigger and we head up to a short-time room in Amazonia. Wow, this girl has a lot of rules. If she wasn’t so much fun to talk with, I would been pissed off. I took particular pleasure in NOT paying her until the VERY LAST SECOND that we could stay in the room. If she had my money upfront, it would have been a disaster. The tactical skirmishes were way more fun than the crappy covered sex.
I go for a wander around, stick my nose in Amazionia bar and some other bar. Nothing much to speak of. I go back to LA Café.
While making a recon, I pass a lady that looks very nice. Her friend gives me her seat so that we can sit together. Remember yesterday’s girl that I spent an hour with, in the corner sucking face? If looks could kill, I would have been vaporized. She passed be several times, “accidently” bumping into me rather hard.
Well, my new friend and I talk for a while and I can see that while she is very pretty, she is rather “milf…ey”. But she seems very sweet and I feel like she could feed my particular “GFE” kink.
I notice a tattoo on her thigh. I notice that sometimes she would speak in a trashy and vulgar manner. I was hoping that was just a show for what she thought I wanted. We return to the Renaissance but before going up to my room we crossed over to greenbelt mall for a bite to eat at Café Havana. It is alleged to be a freelancer hangout in the upscale environs of Makati. It could be, I never worked it as I was in point and click mode.
Oh FUCK me.
More frickin rules. I would call it throwing a vacuumed sealed hotdog down a hallway with water running down the walls.
She most defiantly liked to FUCK, not make love. I started to diddle her while she was sleeping. Without event waking up, this girls cooter turns into Niagara Falls and with four of my fingers giving her a cervical exam, she’s furiously working her man in the boat and moaning “FUCK ME”. Come morning time, I have a dilemma. I had quoted her a short time rate and we had left explicitly left LT open. She did not complain when I provided here with the ST amount (1500 pisos) and 100 pisos for a cab, but it was apparent she was pretty disappointed. I was too, given all the rules, so I don’t feel like a shitheel about it.
Jet Lag is NOT my friend. I had made 2 straight poor choices because I was too tired to do my due diligence and cut bait when called for.
Sunday is mine. I have pretty much decided to avoid Makati. I don’t fly 20 hours to pay $200 -$300 to have crappy short time sex with cunts that hate me. I have only done Makati one time in 2001, Spent $150 in Jools for what I thought was the best looker there. The package unwrapping was a disappointment and so was the sex. Live and Learn.
I grab a cab to take me to LA Café again. It’s pretty much the only option before 9 PM. The cabby start asking if I want a lady? He is selling me on casa’s. I figure, it couldn’t be worse than what I’ve had already.
I don’t like casa’s. You walk in a room and sit on a couch. A bunch of girls come in and stare back at you. It unnerves me.
They are a mixed bag. Some are really working it. Some can barley hide their contempt. The managers make greasy sleazebags look good. Well, at the second one I choose a gumby girl that is giving me big smiles. I pays the man 3K and we take off.
When the girl gets in the cab, it is quite a transformation, and not for the better. She can barely speak English. Very standoffish and I wonder why she was working it so hard in the casa. When we get to my room, she starts telling me she has a problem. Her cousin from the province called while she was changing and someone or other is in the hospital and she has to leave in 2 hours, she hates kissing and does not like to be touched. OK, we can go back and I can get someone else.
This puts her into a panic.
She starts to carry on about how she does not lie. I don’t care. She asks me why I will do something that will “damage” her. Because she deserves it. She starts into damage control and is doing a bad job of it too.
I’m just pissed, I want to return her and get my money back. We return and I see the manager. He does his best to get me to choose another. I don’t want another. I want my money back. He can only return 2K, I want it all back. NOTHING happened between the girl and I and she was breaking every explicit promise made to me about terms and service. He finally wore me down to accepting a 2.5K refund. I just wanted out of there.
In a second after I had the cash back, I was in the cab and on my way to LA Café. Except… he had turned off his meter and was telling me it was “no problem” 500 pesos flat rate. When I last checked at the casa, it was 70. I yelled at him to STOP. Got out and threw 70 pisos in his direction and walked away.
Shit.
I had no idea where I was. It took me 15 minutes to flag down another cab. I had 10K piso in my pocket and felt naked and exposed. It felt REALLY good getting into that next cab. First thing I do is ask him to turn on the meter and I only had to ask him 3 times. I have found that FIRST getting the meter TURNED ON BEFORE saying where you are going is the best strategy.
LA Café is crowded. I don’t see anyone I recognize, which I guess is a good thing. A girl comes by and I have a fun grope. I’m feeling better. A tall skinny girl makes a crack at me and I go and try to talk with her. She claims to me a University Student majoring in IT. She wants to work abroad in Dubai.
OMFG.
Have I stumbled on to one of those mythical semi-pros? She is a lot smarter that you typical working girl and kind of edgy. I like smart. She says her dorm has an 11PM curfew. It’s 7 so I can hang with that. I also want to be smart so I will not pay more than 1.5K. She declines and I accept that and continue to talk with her. She keeps pushing the 2K and asking why. I firmly put it that it is NOT because she is not worth it but rather because it is important to me to not pay more than that. She thinks about it for awhile and then… “ok lets go”. She wants to get a short time room near by but I want the comfort of my lux room. I assure here that I’ll cover her return cab. Then she does not have her ID. I’m still not going to a short time room. OK we will stop by her dorm and she can pick it up. We can’t stop directly in front because she does not want to be seen with a foreigner. She comes back with some unintelligible story about how her friend is returning to the province and needs the money before we can go.
Alright. This is where I should have figured it out.
Anyway, NOPE, I pay after. She can’t be seen with a foreigner but she can drag me out and tell her “whatever” that I will be paying AFTER. Next we get back in the cab. She then meekly tells me she still has no id. WHAT?? Maybe we can just sneak in. Nope. Me no wanna b sneakin. I be PROUDLY walkin in da FRONT DOOR with my PROSITITUE on my arm.
She can’t get her ID because of her friend/cousin/whatever.
OK dumbshit here still has not figured it out yet.
Alright. We can go back. No harm, no foul. She goes BALLISTIC. “YOU JUST WASTED MY TIME”. “YOU NEED TO TIP ME FOR MY TIME”. Uhm… nope. She starts to make vague “or else” threats. She starts talking to the driver I tagalog. I interrupt and demand that only English be spoken.
Shit. I’ve got the ONLY honest cab driver in Manila. I think she was trying to recruit him.
Dumbshit is still clueless.
She shifts tactics. Goes all soft and apologetic. We are going back.
(Me) “You get your ID?”
(her)“You pay my wheversheis?”.
DUMBFUCK GETS A CLUE.
She has zero intention of having sex with me but she really does want to fuck me.
OK, there is zero point in calling her a con-woman. I’m am just happy that I’m only out cab fare. I am so pleased with my driver, I tip him 100 pisos for a 120 piso fare.
I drop her off, head off to EDSA for my Friday night sweety, who is still texting me and spent the night with her in rapturous GFE. I tell momma, no drinks, just barfine. Bitch makes my girl pay behind my back. Oh well, I’ll take care of my sweetie.
She really likes me. I only believe what she says when she is not talking but she likes being with me. It was glorious. Everything I wanted. Can you say “sand to the beach”…
