I’m going to have to keep this post short and sweet (is that cheering I hear?) because I’m operating on battery power. No electricity for at least a couple more hours during this scheduled “brownout”. The worst part is that I have no water. In the old house, a lack of power meant no hot water but here because there’s a water pump I get no water at all. Did a group hike up in the mountains this morning, so I’m a smelly old thing right now. I’m going to forego darts today in deference to the other patrons in the bar.
I did my standard bar crawl (Marick’s, It Doesn’t Matter, and The Pub) last night. Well, The Pub was about eating more than drinking and I went with the chicken enchiladas.
I had a discussion in the comments not long ago about the pitfalls of messing with a married woman in this country. It’s a crime for one thing. But it also puts you in a position to be blackmailed and extorted. The Filipina Pea has an informative video about what can go wrong that you may find interesting. I did. Especially since that married woman continues to harangue me about wanting to meet. This is a good way to remind myself to NOT have a weak moment.
Okay, I’ll be back with a bigger and better post tomorrow, featuring photos from today’s hike.
If she still wants to meet, I doubt she’s “haranguing” you. Harangues are normally negative. From your perspective, it’s more as if she were harassing you. But I thought she had stopped with the messaging. So she started up again? Either she’s really got the fire in the loins for you, or she truly believes you’re an easy mark.
After listening to the Pea, I understand better your aversion to joining up with married girls… doesn’t sound worthwhile on any level.
Or maybe she is just batshit crazy.
Yeah, a few weeks ago she started messaging again. Much more aggressively in the sense that she was professing her undying love in flowery terms of endearment. I know I’m just a fantasy escape from her otherwise unhappy life. I actually feel a little sorry for her. She sent some sexy photos and I admit I was tempted. Then I thought about the potential consequences and told myself “nope.”
I concede that I misused “harangue” but this is what was in my head when I chose that word. Yesterday, she sent me a message saying she was going to Driftwood Beach at 10:30 to clear her head and think. I told her “enjoy.” Later she wrote saying she had only stayed a few minutes because she was hoping I was going to meet her there. See what I mean about her fantasy world? Later in the day, she asked me why I had called her (on the messenger app we use for texting) and I said it had been an accident, a butt dial. Her response floored me–don’t say it was an accident, tell me the truth! That pissed me off and I said “don’t you EVER call me a liar!” She eventually apologized but I ignored her. Her last message was along the lines of “I understand now and see things as they are.” Then she wished me a happy life and haven’t heard from her since.
I guess I should start watching TV whenever I want some drama in my life…
QP, precisely. One of my goals in life is to never see the inside of a Filipino jail. That was one of the factors in my choosing not to drive here. Any accident is always the foreigners’ fault anyway and God help me if I’d had a beer or two. Not worth it. I love the ladies but there are much better options than a married one.