Joy came over for a visit yesterday afternoon. It was pleasantly fulfilling. Afterward, I took her to Mango’s and treated her to the grilled pork chops. I guess she must have liked them; that’s what she wants for dinner on Sunday.
A commenter asked for the details of the relationship I have with Joy. However it might be characterized, a relationship is probably an overstatement. Joy is in her early twenties and has two young children. That’s pretty much a deal breaker for me. Don’t get me wrong; she is a very sweet and kind young woman, but as a mother, she is not free to provide me with the things I desire in a relationship. For example, I want to cuddle all night and wake up next to the woman I love. But since I’m not going to raise someone else’s kids at this late stage in my life, there is no potential future with Joy.
So, nowadays, I visit Joy at Hideaway on Wednesdays and Sundays and feed her and the girls some dinner. Joy comes to see me at my place once a month or so. I reward her for her TLC, and she goes home happy. It is what it is, nothing more, nothing less. I guess that’s an example of me being a “sweet father.”
Another commenter has noticed the propensity of moles on the faces of many Filipinas. I also observed that phenomenon when I first arrived, but I guess I’ve grown accustomed to it now. Not sure if it is a genetic thing or just that Western women are more inclined to get the moles surgically removed. I suppose they can be a little distracting, but they are not that big a deal to me.
I guess it is good to remember it is not what’s on the face that matters, but what’s in the heart.
After Joy left, I headed out to Cheap Charlies. I figured I’d have a couple of drinks and then visit Hot Zone when it opened at 6:00 to use my discount coupon. I could keep an eye on things from my vantage point at CC, but for some reason, Hot Zone failed to open at six as scheduled. So, I just said, “fuck it,” and ordered another round for my crew and me.
I hadn’t used up all of my 500 peso voucher at Alaska Club, so I stopped there on my way home. It turned out to be a little expensive. I was the only customer, and my earlier drinks had triggered my generosity mode. I gave each of the six dancers a 50 peso tip expecting nothing in return. But those sweet girls pulled down their tops to show me their tits. Made me feel like a sweet father again.
I, of course, took care of my waitress and my second favorite Joy, with lady drinks. I’ll be seeing Joy #2 tonight at Queen Victoria for the SOB–she’s one of the Alaska dancers.
I started my yesterday with a beach walk on Baloy.
I’m not sure what’s up with my Lucky dog. He’s taken to joining me in bed at night, and I’m okay with that. But he has his own way of doing it.
Fine, be that way.
I’ll leave you with this little gem:
Back tomorrow with a photo report from today’s hike and any worthy news from my SOB adventure.
I guess you were expecting Lucky to curl up like a cashew. Lucky has learned from Rian Johnson, director of the controversial “The Last Jedi,” to subvert expectations.
Well… you’re happy, the girls are happy, and everyone is aware of what everyone else is doing, so I guess it’s all good. As long as no one is lying to him- or herself about what’s really going on, you do you.
Less rain these days? Are you finally leaving the rainy/stormy season?
Yep, most everyone knows how the game is played. Trying to change the rules is what gets you hurt.
We’ve had several nice mornings in a row, but still getting hit with afternoon showers. Rainy season usually ends around the end of September, so we are getting there.
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she has a mole right on her mouth
It doesn’t ever pop does it?
to be fair I’m not even sure what a mole is made of…the science behind a mole
is there something embedded in there or it a just dead skin under a lump?
I’m thinking that you’ve touched it 🤔 😕 or if you haven’t, you’ll do so ….for science. How does it feel 😕 🤔
I jest of course
she’s a beauty
and maybe in another alternative world your relationship might have worked …or the business partnership.
at least you remain steadfast friends
you have the gift, the charm, the calzones….. that u remain friends with almost all your exes .
You should write a book on how you managed to achieve that
James, I’m no mole expert, but I’ve had a couple. I guess they are just skin aberrations. There’s something inside, not liquid, so I suppose it’s more mutated skin.
These “relationships” with the bargirls are fun, I suppose. I just need to keep reminding myself not to take them seriously or believe they will lead to anything meaningful. It’s all shallow but better than nothing.
As to the exes, well, I loved all my wives in my own selfish way. Sometimes I caused the pain and sometimes received it. But when the end came and time had passed, acceptance and understanding made it easier to maintain civil interactions. For me, at least, the caring stays even when the love is gone.