I was going to call today’s post “Ruby Tuesday,” but a quick search revealed I had used that title back in February 2021. I reread the old post, and in the comments, Brian suggested, “You can’t always get what you want,” would have been a more appropriate title. So, here you go.

Shopping at Royal is always hit-and-miss. This week the sugar-free pudding that has been satisfying my sweet tooth’s desire for dessert was out of stock. On the other hand, they did have Coke Zero in the 16oz bottles I prefer for the first time in several weeks. In the end, I guess I got what I needed.

My mountain mama friend MJ whom I support came by for her weekly stipend. I mentioned I had a doctor’s appointment that afternoon, and she asked me what was wrong. I told her I was being treated for AIDS. The look on her face as she jumped back, was priceless! I quickly reassured her that I was joking, and while relieved, I don’t think she likes my sense of humor much.

My visit with Dr. Jo was for another B+ shot, which she recommends I get every 7-10 days. The injection is supposed to help my body up my red blood cell count, which is below normal and may contribute to my periodic breathing difficulties. I also asked if I should get one of those kits to monitor my blood sugar, and she said she didn’t think that was necessary at this time. I’ll return for another blood diagnostics session in a couple of months to check my progress.

It was only 3:30 after my appointment. Too late to go back home and too early to start drinking, so I decided to find something to eat (I had skipped lunch). With time to spare, I made the trek across town to John’s place. My waitress asked if I was interested in the day’s special–Philly cheesesteak. I responded that’s what I came for!

John stopped by my table and asked me what I thought of the sandwich. I told him it was the best I ever had. I said I was especially surprised by the cheese sauce. He told me that was also something he made himself from scratch. Also, the beef was USDA ribeye, which was very tender and tasty. Well done, Mr. Kim!

After my meal, I headed back across town to Sloppy Joe’s. My buds Chris and Jim were there, and I joined them in the pursuit of happiness by downing alcoholic beverages. I can only stay in one place for so long, and when my feet got itchy, I invited Jim to join me in a bar hop.

Neither of us had been to Adam’s bar in a long time, so we went in to check it out. We were the only customers. They had several bargirls sitting around waiting for something to do. At least they didn’t accost us for lady drinks, which I always appreciate. I’m unsure why Adam’s isn’t doing better; it’s a nice venue with a pool table and dart boards. If I had to guess, I’d say the problem is simply more bars than available customers. That seemed to be the case last night, at least. We finished our beers and departed.

I suggested we pay a visit to Whiskey Girl next, and when I mentioned the “buy one, get one” deal, Jim was sold. My old favorite, Jen, was outside as we arrived, and she escorted us to our table. We ordered our beers, and I bought a lady drink for Jen. I asked about the new girl I had met on my last visit, Niki, and they pointed out that she was on the stage “dancing” (it was more like the typical Barretto shuffle), so I called her down to join us.

Jen asked me about brownies (I guess that’s becoming my nighttime claim to fame, similar to the cookies I hand out during the day), and I pointed out that the last few times I’ve visited the bar, she’s been with a customer or absent, so bringing her brownies hadn’t even occurred to me. Then she told me it was her birthday. I felt bad for her, but as I noted, how was I supposed to know what day she was born? She said she had told me the last time I was there, but I have no recollection of that. Anyway, I promised I’d bring brownies the next time I visit. And then a flower vendor came by, so I bought Jen a rose.

Jim wanted to make Alley Cats the final stop of the evening, but I knew I’d already had enough, so I declined the invite and caught a trike home.

I don’t hike on Tuesdays, but I did find this and found it interesting:

Nearly 150 years ago, in 1874, Mark Twain (Samuel Clemens) and his pastor, Joseph Twitchell set off to attempt a walk of 100 miles from Hartford Connecticut to Boston, Massachusetts. They hoped to finish within 48 hours. They often took ten-mile jaunts together, only suffering “jaw ache” from gabbing so much. With this walk, they could store up enough “jaw” for the winter.

The two passed through hamlets along the way and after ten hours and 28 miles they stopped for the night. “Before retiring, they had a consultation and decided that their undertaking had developed into anything but a pleasure trip and was actually hard work.” In the morning they reached mile 35 and then boarded a train for Boston. Twain said, “My knee was so stiff that it was like walking on stilts.” He never tried a 100-mile walk again.

From my new book: Running 100 Miles: Part One (1729-1960), https://ultrarunninghistory.com/100miles1/

Yep, keeping it fun, or at least enjoyable, is my goal these days.

I shared the photo of my mom and dad from 1950 (posted here yesterday) on Facebook, and it generated a lot of feedback. In response to a question, I noted that the marriage was far from perfect, but it had lasted a lifetime (almost 60 years when they passed away).

This fruit fell far from that tree–I’m a four-time loser at marriage. And love seems to be the bane of my existence. Well, you can’t always get what you want, but if you try sometimes, you just might find, you get what you need.

Here’s hoping.

Only me and Scott again for the Friday hike, so we took advantage of the opportunity to get creative. Scott had wanted to do a Tibag to Subic walk for quite some time, but we never had adequate transport to the start at the Army checkpoint on the road to Tibag. With just us two, we hired a trike to get us there.

The trek itself was long and hot and didn’t exactly go as planned. Shortly after leaving the road, we lost the trail and had to rough it down a creekbed until we found a path that eventually led us to our intended course. The bottom of the creekbed was ankle-deep in mud. Not a pretty sight, but in the end, we prevailed and wound up having an enjoyable but tiring walk to our destination.

That’s how the hike went down. We had a Jeepney ride back to Barretto from the Waltermart in Subic. I came home and washed the mud caked on my legs off, then waited for Mary’s arrival.

After our late lunch and a nap, we headed into town for some Friday evening fun. I opted not to do the SOB this week, so we made Sloppy Joe’s our first stop.

Chris was playing the music and taking requests, and his gal kept Mary engaged in conversation. My pal Jim was also in attendance, so it was a friendly social gathering.

When it came time to move on, I suggested crossing the highway and taking advantage of Thumbstar’s “buy one, take one” special on drinks and food. Jim joined us. I did two chicken shwarmas and washed them down with half-priced beer. I’d call that a win.

Jim was going to end his evening at Alley Cats (he lives on the same alley), and I decided to join him. I used to be there three nights a week for darts, but it had been months since my last visit. There were no customers when we arrived, and the crew seemed genuinely glad to see me. Especially after I rang the bell for a round of lady drinks. And then I rang it again. Two bell rings may be a first for me, but I was caught up in the spirit of old times.

Mary came home with me and spent the night. After breakfast, we had dessert, and then I walked with her to Divimart, where I surprised her with a new phone. Then I put her on a Jeepney for home and took a short walk on a hot morning.

In other news, Super Typhoon Betty is going to give us a near miss but dump some rain and wind our way starting tomorrow.

I wasn’t sure what to do with my Saturday night. A friend invited me to a Snackbar party, but I don’t think I’m up for it. John Kim just now posted this to Facebook:

Premium Philly Cheese Steak sandwich.

Sliced USDA Rib Fingers with homemade cheddar sauce using the cheese from Wisconsin. It’s a dream come true Philly Cheese Steak sandwich that nobody dares to spend this much on material cost in this town.

For limited time, p495 at John’s Sushi and Steakhouse.

And after that, who knows? These are the best of times.

A productive day yesterday, at least by my standards. But first, there’s this:

This post is the first time I’ve used it, and I can already tell there will be an adjustment period. One thing I’ve noticed since the first sentence I typed is that the keyboard layout is slightly different from my old computer. I mean, all the keys are in the same order, but the spacing is different, so I’m mistyping much more frequently than usual. Bear woth ,e (that’s an actual example of what I’m talking about).

I also went and looked at a house coming up for rent here in the neighborhood. It’s in rough condition, but the landlord is willing to make all the necessary repairs and upgrades–provided I agree to pay the rent one year in advance. Hmm, tempting, but after sleeping on it, I decided against moving for now. I just signed a one-year lease here, and I’m uncomfortable risking breaking that for something that may not work out (i.e., I give the advance money, and she doesn’t make the promised repairs). I’ll just wait until the work is done or I find a better place.

The other productive thing I accomplished was booking a flight and securing lodging for a week in Pattaya, Thailand, next month. Yep, I’m finally going to get off my lazy ass and escape Barretto for a change of scenery. Hopefully, this trip will rekindle my love of travel and will be the first of many adventures to come. I’m not getting any younger, after all.

Nothing special about my night on the town. I started at Cheap Charlies and did my gin and soda thing with the intermittent can of soda water.

Anyway, I avoided the falling-down drunk bullshit. The only real downside is each drink cost me double (except for the intervening can of soda). Then I had the bright idea of going to Whiskey Girl to take advantage of their “buy one, get one” happy hour pricing. So, my shot of gin is 110 pesos, and I get the soda water for free.

I made it back home by 8:00 p.m. and spent some more time with Lucifer. I promise to do a write-up with my impressions once I finish season six, the end of the series (I’m halfway through season five now).

Just me and Scott on the Wednesday walk today, and we did something nice and sensible and suitable for a couple of old fuckers. I’ll share some photos tomorrow.

Time to shower up and head out for the feeding at Hideaway. And I hope everyone enjoyed Siblings Day:

Pretty much a nothing at all kind of day.

Implemented the usual daylight time fillers (blog, nap, Netflix), then I headed out for the Hideaway feeding.

I purchased the usual dinner delights from Jewel Cafe for the girls.

I also implemented my plan to reduce my beer intake by 50%–henceforth, I will only imbibe brewed beverages every other day. I filled the void last night by reacquainting myself with gin and soda (zero carbs). In an effort to avoid previous pratfalls associated with gin ingestion, I’ve instituted a “buy one, skip one” scheme. The way that works is I have a shot of gin in a tall glass with a whole can of soda water to refill the glass as I drink. So, that waters down the one shot significantly. When that drink is gone, I order a can of plain soda water and no gin. So, by alternating between alcoholic and non-alcoholic beverages, I enhance my ability to maintain some semblance of sobriety. Hopefully, no more falling down drunk nights for me. It worked out pretty well last night.

I did my nightcap at The Green Room. I met someone there (a non-employee acquaintance) who was more than willing to come home and spend the night with me. I was tempted but ultimately rejected her advances. I’m not sure why exactly; maybe I just wasn’t in the mood. But I also sensed she was a potential drama queen, and as empty as my life might be, I don’t have room for that. I was second-guessing myself all the way home, but when I woke up alone this morning, I felt like I had made the right call.

Some of my long-time readers may be thinking, “Who is this guy?” I’m not sure what’s going on either; perhaps it is just a transitory phase, or it could be I’ve had enough meaninglessness. I need to find better ways to fill the voids in my life.

Wish me luck!

After five years of Saturday nights in the bars of Barretto, I’ve come to realize that you can be alone, even when you are with somebody. It turns out paid company ain’t much different than an empty barstool. Well, I think I’ve always known that on some level, but lately, that truth seems harder to ignore. It’ll be okay; I just need to embrace the reality of solitude and enjoy my “me time.”

I started my day with a longer-than-usual solo walk. From step one, my body seemed to say, “Let’s not do this,” but I ignored myself and pushed on.

I had a sugar-free bowl of pudding for lunch (okay, I sprinkled in some raisins), took a nap, blogged, watched a little TV, then headed into town to experience the Saturday nightlife, such as it is.

I made It Doesn’t Matter my first stop. It had been a while since my last visit, and I felt a little guilty about that. I was pretty shocked when I arrived to see there were NO other customers seated outside. I’d never seen that before, especially on a Saturday. The music was also blaring so loud I had to shout for the waitress to hear my drink order (I decided to make it a San Miguel Zero night). Bob would never have countenanced that kind of volume. When I asked the waitress to turn it down, she did without hesitation. I settled in to enjoy my beer and watch the world pass by, and before long, two other waitresses I know by sight but not by name joined me. We played the twenty questions game–where do you live, do you have a wife, etc. Now, on paper, I’m married, but the reality is I’ve been single for over six years now. The waitresses were surprised I didn’t have a girlfriend and asked why, and I honestly replied that I have a low tolerance for drama. Anyway, the nice thing about the first time chatting with bargirls is that all of my jokes are new, so I proceeded to go through my repertoire, and they laughed in all the right places. I rewarded their diligence and devotion to duty with a lady drink while I enjoyed my second beer of the day.

I was ready for something more substantial to eat, so I burned some calories by walking to John’s place for some dinner.

After my meal, I headed back up the highway and passed a barber shop with no customers inside. It had been two weeks since I discovered that my former salon was now barberless, so I took advantage of the opportunity to get my ears lowered. The barber here did a nice job, so it looks like I have a new home for haircuts.

Now what? I hesitated as I passed by Blue Butterfly, but I didn’t see any other customers, just a passel of thirsty bargirls. I wasn’t in the mood to fend them off; maybe next time. I considered Mugshots (they don’t have GROs), but drinking alone can be boring, so I kept walking. When I got to Cheap Charlies, I figured why not and climbed the steps to the third-floor venue.

Nerissa and Alma were ready, willing, and able to be my drinking buddies, and I played along. I got a nice back rub, too. When it was time to move on, I continued down the highway with no clear destination in mind. Sloppy Joe’s looked enticing as I approached, so I popped in.

I didn’t know any of the customers, and the one waitress I was familiar with seemed preoccupied with someone else. I did get a beer when I sat down, but I had to raise my hand to get offered a second one. When that bottle was empty, I waited for someone to come around, but no one did before my patience was exhausted. So, I got up, went inside to pay my 150 peso tab, and was handed a stack of ten 5 peso coins wrapped in plastic for change. Okay, I understand not giving me a 50 peso note as that might preclude my leaving a tip. I was expecting two twenties and two coins, but to pay me with wrapped coins and a shrug seemed insulting somehow. I left the coins on the tray and walked out.

I guess I was just in one of those moods. Came home, watched some more Lucifer (I’m into season five now), then escaped into sleep.

I’m not exactly sure what’s going on with me. I mean, I’m fine with things as they are but would be open to some new adventures. I really need to get off my lazy ass and plan some long-overdue travel. That idea of having multiple girlfriends for different days of the week isn’t exactly working out. Joy was supposed to join me on Thursday but wanted to meet up when I was going home. Nope, if you don’t want to spend time with me on a bar hop, I don’t care about you spending the night with me. The whole point was companionship; I don’t care so much about sex, especially when there is an expectation of compensation. I guess things went okay with Mary on Friday, although that almost fifty-year age gap doesn’t leave much common ground for interaction. And, of course, my hopes for Angie disappeared like a 500 peso note from the kitchen table.

So, it is what it is, and what it is is good enough. For now, anyway.

This Facebook memory from seven years ago was a kick in the nuts.

On the health front, here’s one of the new vitamins Dr. Jo has me taking:

My FB memories feed also included this gem (I probably posted it here, too, but it is worth remembering):

And that’s all I’ve got to say for now.

Friday night at the SOB is never a SOBering experience. Mary joined me for yesterday’s performance, and for some reason known only to her, she decided to drink shots of tequila. It didn’t end well. Near the conclusion of the event, a guy sitting on the other side of me motioned toward Mary and said, “You better check on your girl.” When I turned around, I saw that she had vomited all the free-finger foods she had consumed. To her credit, she cleaned up the mess as best as she could with napkins. Someone came with a mop, and I hustled her out of there. It was still a little embarrassing, but at least this time, I wasn’t the source of the problem. We took a trike home, and she wasn’t acting drunk. She washed her clothes in my bathroom while I made us smoothies. We watched an episode of Lucifer together, then went to bed.

Dessert this morning was also quite satisfying.

As usual, Friday started with a group hike. No one had any better ideas, so I opted to lead us on a Naugsol valley excursion. It was a very hot day, and there was little shade along the way. I kept reminding myself that I’d be complaining about the rain soon enough. I made it back home with just over 7K under my belt.

That was pretty much my day. We’ll see what happens next.

I had a good visit with Dr. Jo and her husband yesterday to discuss the results of my recent blood diagnostics. As mentioned earlier, I had several above-normal readings and one below-the-normal range. Only two were of immediate concern: The FBS (hexokinase) reading of 6.35 (normal is 3.89-5.49) classifies as “pre-diabetic,” and the red blood cell count of 4.57 (normal is 4.63-6.08).

I’ve been having some breathing issues again recently, and the low red blood cells could be a contributing factor. Dr. Jo gave me a B-12 injection and recommended getting one every 7-10 days to improve my blood chemistry. The cure for my blood sugar issues is not surprisingly diet related–I need to cut back on the carbs. I’ve been there and done that (lost 35kgs in the process), so I know it can be achieved with the right motivation and self-discipline. I must let go of my love for ice cream, cakey snacks, bread, potatoes, and other carb-rich foods.

But what about beer? Both doctors know me well enough that they assumed beer would remain my primary source of carbohydrates. Well, maybe not. As much as I like drinking beer, I think I can find ways to reduce my intake. Now, don’t get me wrong–I’m not giving up the bar scene; that’s a bridge too far. So, my thinking now is I will try renewing my relationship with gin, at least on a part-time basis. I need to find better ways to control my intake and level of inebriation, something I failed at previously. My plan this go-round is to do my gin and soda and then partake a can of soda water in between drinks. That will slow down my alcohol intake without reducing my bar time. We’ll see how that works out for me.

The blood work also indicates I may have some allergy issues, so I have some new meds for that. And a liver indicator was a tad high as well, which is really no surprise given my daily alcohol intake. My cutting-back plan should help there as well. But overall, most of my indicators look good, and I’m doing alright for an old guy. I need to make the lifestyle adjustments now to keep it that way.

After my appointment, it was going on three o’clock. It didn’t seem worthwhile to go all the way back home just to turn around and come back to town at beer o’clock. Sloppy Joe’s is practically next door to Dr. Jo’s clinic, so I popped in there to consider my options. And yes, I hydrated with a San Mig Zero. At the conclusion of my second beer, the thought occurred to me that I could pass some time and get some additional steps in by walking to Baloy Beach and then visiting the floating bar there. So, I set about doing that when suddenly, there was a cloudburst, and the raindrops were falling on my head.

I walked back to the highway, then decided to pay a visit to one of my old haunts, Snackbar. The memories there tend to make me sad, and last night was no exception. I finished my beer and caught a trike home.

It wasn’t even eight yet, so I watched a couple of more Lucifer episodes. I didn’t want the rocky road ice cream in the freezer to tempt me once I start my low-carb diet, so I took it out and ate it all in one sitting. Hey, the devil made me do it!

And just to keep these health-related issues in perspective, here’s something my favorite restauranteur, John Kim, posted on Facebook yesterday:

I was just at emergency room again because I couldn’t breathe well. That was why I was asking if anyone has 2nd hand oxygen tank that was not being used. I know where I can buy them, but my medical bill is eating up everything we have that it’s very hard to buy anything new. People look at me as if I’m unlucky with my situation and give me the sympathy look.

Well, here’s story of my life that you can judge whether I am unlucky or not. I came to the Philippines with my family, as early retirement. I had Korean wife and two sons. I thought things were doing good, but one day, my wife packed and left. So did my sons. I was devastated and started drinking a lot and also gotten into gambling. I was always shit drunk when I went to casino and gradually lost everything. I became broke and alcoholic. I was ready to leave the country but I met my girl, Lin.

She took me knowing I have nothing. I stopped all the bad habits, not because she told me so, but I just wanted to prove to her that I can get back on my feet. It’s 11th year that I live with Lin, but she’s never told me what to do or what not to do. We both worked hard and started get our lives on track, but getting paid in the Philippines was a joke, and we decided to work for our own. So we started frying chicken from our home and started delivering to Koreans. That’s how we started our restaurant business.

We had ups and downs but we manage to come this far. She is excellent cook and she does most of work. She trains new cook, accounting, purchasing and general work of entire place. When I started getting dialysis, she started working 18 hours a day to help out for my medical bill. And she doesn’t even have a washing machine. She often hand washes all our clothes, while all our emplyees get paid the most in town.

I’m probably one of the luckiest guys on planet. I can’t afford to get depressed. My one day is equivalent to one or two weeks of others. These days, I go out with my friends more than ever. I even go bar hop with friends, which I’ve never done in several years. It’s funny that I am enjoying my life more than ever.

Good luck to you, John. Keep fighting!

I’m still alive and kicking, and until I’m not, I’m going to keep on doing what I do. I’m not saying what I do is anything special, but I will get it while I can. Take yesterday, for example:

I tested high (above the normal range) in FBS, cholesterol, uric acid, GGT, mean corpuscular volume, eosinophil, and basophil. My red blood cells were below normal. I have no idea what all that means, but I hope to find out tomorrow afternoon when I pay a visit to Dr. Jo. I’m mostly concerned about the FBS (hexokinase)–my 6.35 reading (the normal range is 3.89-5.49) places me in the “pre-diabetic” category. My mother was diabetic during the final years of her life, and I definitely don’t want to go there. It will be interesting to discover what lifestyle changes may await me.

I also did my usual grocery shopping excursion.

I’m ordering a new laptop through my pal Jim’s good graces (it will be shipped from the USA via his brother). My current keyboard is reluctant to type “o” and “l,” making writing even more challenging. I stopped by Jim’s place to see the model he’s going to order; then, we went out for some beers at Cheap Charlies and the Annex Bar.

When my hunger overwhelmed my thirst, I said farewell and headed up the highway to John’s place.

Since I was practically right across the street from Hideaway, I decided to pop in and give Joy a surprise. I was the day’s first customer, and you could sense how desperate the girls were for lady drink commissions something to drink. I obliged by ringing the bell (buying everyone a drink), something I rarely do, but seeing as how I was the first best customer, I felt a sense of duty to do so. (damn, there were a lot of “o’s” in that sentence.)

A bit later, Joy said she was hungry, so I sent one of the girls out to get some rice and chicken. Of course, I’ll also be back tonight for the regular Wednesday feeding. I’m just glad I’m healthy enough to go out on these drinking excursions missions of mercy. Nothing lasts forever, so I’d better grab the opportunities while I can!

Via Facebook memories, here’s a bit of humor I’ve shared in the past:

Man: Haven’t I seen you someplace before?

Woman: Yes, that’s why I don’t go there anymore.

Man: Is this seat empty?

Woman: Yes, and this one will be if you sit down.

Man: Your place or mine?

Woman: Both. You go to yours, and I’ll go to mine.

Man: So, what do you do for a living?

Woman: I’m a female impersonator.

Man: Hey baby, what’s your sign?

Woman: Do not enter.

Man: How do you like your eggs in the morning?

Woman: Unfertilized.

Man: Your body is like a temple.

Woman: Sorry, there are no services today.

Man: I would go to the end of the world for you.

Woman: But would you stay there?

Man: If I could see you naked, I’d die happy.

Woman: If I saw you naked, I’d probably die laughing

Sounds about right. That’s why the bars pay girls to sit with guys like me.

Almost exactly 24 hours after she arrived, my surprise visitor departed. Perhaps she will return again in a year like last time. Well, maybe small doses of Lyn are the best medicine. And I didn’t have cause to title this post “Vile Lyn,” so there’s that. Anyway, bottom line up front: Lyn is cute and sexy, fun to be around, and doesn’t seem to be all that attracted to me. For example, she didn’t even sleep with me (when I awoke this morning, she was on the couch). I can’t claim to be disappointed regardless of how much as I wanted to do the deed because I had the impression from the moment she asked if she could visit that my role was to provide lodging and entertainment, but romance wasn’t part of the equation. That proved to be the case.

Lyn arrived earlier than expected, around 0900. She told me she needed time away from her kids (16 and 10) because their recent behavior has been stressful. When we met last year, she seemed to enjoy hiking, and I thought that would be a nice way to fill some hours, and it is also a good remedy for stress. I was disappointed when she told me she hadn’t brought footwear or clothes suitable for a hike. I figured we could remedy that with a quick visit to the local DiviMart store. We found a top, a pair of pants, and some shoes in her size, and the total bill came to less than a thousand pesos. Heh, I won’t vouch for the quality of the gear. We headed back to my place, she changed into her new clothes, and we headed out for a hike.

Lyn took a nap when we got home and slept for three hours. I’d put some meatballs in the crockpot before she arrived, and they were ready to go by the time she woke up. Some mixed veggies and garlic bread rounded out the meal. When we finished eating, it was beer o’clock on a Saturday evening, so we headed into town.

Since Lyn lives in Angeles City, I thought visiting the floating bar would be something different for her. We made the journey to Baloy Beach on foot, and she took my hand in hers as we walked. I was thinking how sweet that was when she said, “It is the only way I can keep up with you when we walk.”

When we left the floater, I took Lyn to Johan’s, and she finally got the coffee she wanted. There was a pool tournament taking place, and Lyn is a big fan, so she enjoyed watching some of the play. After Johan’s, I took her for a beach walk, thinking McCoy’s might be our next stop, but it was Saturday night, and the videoke was going full blast. We both said, “No, thanks,” and kept going.

We grabbed a trike, and I had the driver drop us at Whiskey Girl. I grabbed some seats near the pool table and called my favorite waitress, Jen, over to join us. I know Jen likes playing pool too, so I challenged her to play Lyn to earn a lady drink. They played three close games, but Lyn was the victor in all of them. Once the playing was done, I could tell Jen was uncomfortable sitting with us, and before long, she told me that she needed to go serve one of her regulars. Okay then, bye! Jen did message me this afternoon to apologize, saying she didn’t want to cause trouble with my new girlfriend. I explained that Lyn was not my girlfriend but that I understood.

We went home after Whiskey Girl. Lyn didn’t want a smoothie or other dessert, saying she wasn’t hungry. She revealed that she was worried about her kids, and it was pretty obvious she regretted her apparently rash decision to leave town without them. It was my bedtime, but Lyn said she would stay up a while longer and call home. Alright then, good night.

As I mentioned, Lyn was asleep on the couch when I got up this morning. She told me she wasn’t up for a walk but would like to take a swim before she headed back to AC. I suggested we have breakfast at Treasure Island, and she could use the pool there. Lyn surprised me when she told me that she doesn’t like chlorinated pools, preferring the “natural” water of the bay. I almost laughed out loud at that, having seen what flows into the bay from filthy rivers. But who am I to rain on her parade? So, I told her after the dog walk, we could have breakfast somewhere on the beach, and she could swim to her heart’s content.

As promised, I took Lyn to Mango’s so we could eat and she could swim.

Lyn caught a Jeepney in front of Mangos and made it home safely. Before she departed, I asked if she needed anything, and she said she was fine. Then I tried to give her 1000 pesos as a Mother’s Day present, and she wouldn’t take it. I’m not going to lie, that hurt my feelings, and I considered it borderline rude. I thought things over while walking after she left and decided to let it go as just another indicator that whatever her feelings may be, she does not want anything I might have to offer.

Noted.