As mentioned yesterday, I experienced my first date since moving to the Philippines six weeks ago. It went well enough I suppose. Not sure where, if anywhere, it will lead. We parted a little ambiguously, but we both confirmed our interest in getting to know one another better.

More details for those who may be interested: Her name is Marisa. 33 years old, never married, no kids. She stands all of 5 feet tall and weighs a whopping 82 pounds fully dressed*. Yeah, she’s tiny. In fact, her nickname is “mouse”. She appears to have a good sense of humor (i.e. she laughs at my jokes). Like me, she has had a run of bad luck in her relationships. My sense is that we are both being very cautious at this point. Perhaps too much so, but we both agreed there are worse things than being alone.

How did we meet? Well, she “works” at Alley Cats, the dart bar where I spend an inordinate amount of my time. I was surprised to learn that she doesn’t have a salary, she just makes drink commissions. I guess that technically makes here a juicy girl, although I’ve only seen her drink beer (a quality I like in a woman). She never pushes drinks, though. In fact, I had to call her over Saturday night to have a drink with me. Although I had noticed her in the bar, it was the first time we had ever chatted. Her schedule is as she put it “TTS” (Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday). I honestly don’t know how she makes enough to support herself, but apparently she is more popular than I realized. She showed me pictures of her small apartment where she lives alone with her dog. Hails from Manila (Quezon City) originally and returns home to visit once a month or so.

I met her for lunch on the corner near her apartment. We had agreed on 11:30, and when I arrived at 11:20 she was already waiting. I was impressed by her punctuality. She told me she didn’t want to do the “Filipino time” thing on our first date. I suggested Mango’s Beach Resort for lunch and asked if she wanted to to take a trike or walk (it’s several blocks away) and she responded “let’s walk”. I was impressed again.

We ate a simple lunch at a waterfront table and engaged in some light conversation. I asked if she liked to travel and she said yes, then told me the story of an ex who was a pilot for FEDEX. He promised to meet up with her in the places he typically flew (Hong Kong and Singapore) so she got her passport which went unused and is now expired. I asked her if she had a dream for her life. She hesitated and said “Of course. I want a simple life with one man who loves me”. I told her that should not be so hard to achieve. She shrugged and said “I know I have to be patient”. She concurred with my sentiment that finding the right one was important.

As we finished lunch I asked her if she had any plans for the afternoon. She had none and lacking the courage to invite her to spend the day making mad passionate love, I asked if she wanted to join me at the Alley Cats dart tournament and she agreed. I jokingly asked if her drinks would cost me extra and she said no, only customer price when I’m not working. Good deal!

My darts have been shit lately, so I didn’t last long in the tourney. We chatted some and she helped out with serving customers when needed. In between we snuggled a bit on my barstool, which felt nice (it’s been awhile since I’ve touched a female body). By late afternoon I’d had enough to drink and wanted to change my venue. I invited her to walk over to Treasure Island on Baloy Beach with me (yeah, I wanted to show her off) but she declined. I then asked her is she’d like to try the Hash with me on Monday and she responded she needed to do her laundry. And so I left her there and the date ended with no set plan for a second one.

I will ask her out again though and see what happens.

Are we a cute couple or what?

*Marisa came home with me after lunch when I went to pick up my darts. I gave her a tour of the house and she stepped onto my scale in the bedroom. That’s how I know she weighs 82 pounds fully dressed. I also asked her to sit on the bed. Now I can truthfully report that I had Marisa in my bed yesterday. Fully dressed. Alas.