I took a pleasant stroll out to Baloy Beach yesterday afternoon and visited the newly reopened Kokomo’s Floating Bar. It’s been almost two years since I was last aboard. The floater was heavily damaged in a typhoon last year, and I’ve watched it being slowly rebuilt on the beach these past few months.
I stayed for three drinks soaking up the ambiance. A newly hired waitress sat beside me, and I quenched her thirst as well. Honestly, the waitresses on board weren’t all that attractive, but mine was friendly and sweet. I think she’ll do fine. I’ll be back soon.
After the floater, I walked back into town and visited The Green Room. I had a coupon to expend before its expiration date. Had some food from Sit-n-Bull brought over for me and my “girlfriends,” too. Then I finished things off at Wet Spot and spent a little time with the cuddly dancer I took home for Valentine’s. She invited two of her friends over and asked me to buy them drinks, and I did although I don’t like being asked, I prefer to offer. And then, as I was paying my tab, they all disappeared without even a goodbye or a thank you. That’s just fucking rude. Needless to say, I will not be so generous the next time we meet.
It’s SOB Friday, and tonight’s event will be at Alaska Club. I invited Mary to join me, and she accepted. We’ll be meeting up at Mango’s for some dinner before the show. She’s already dropped some hints about becoming my girlfriend, and I told her let’s take our time and see what happens. The more I think about it, the more I realize that I have come to enjoy my single life and the freedom that comes with it. I think I’d make a better Sugar Daddy than a boyfriend.
We’ll see what happens.
I still think Mary sees you more as a “mark” than as a “John.” Sex on the first date, and now she’s making girlfriend noises? The alarms that weren’t blaring before are all blaring now. Please proceed with caution.
Floating bar looks nice! I hope they prosper. Glad to see they’re back in business.
Mark is my middle name! You know, I don’t know her well enough to understand what her motivations are. It’s weird that I’m the one thinking, “I’m too old for her.”
I’d honestly like to help her overcome the poverty of her life through education. She’s got a good brain up there; if she wants to use it to better herself, I’d be proud to help her out. That’s the way I’m leaning at this point. I don’t think I’m in any danger of falling in love.
Mark is my middle name!
Indeed! We did the whole “John Mark in the Bible” thing some time ago. That’s what I was going for here, but I had to opt for the lower case “mark” (target) to make the pun work.
I don’t think I’m in any danger of falling in love.
I think she’s gonna bat her eyelashes and play “the girl in need” so she can (1) lean on your masculine ego/sense of pity and (2) suck some life out of you in the form of $$$—for as long as you’re useful. As they say in “The Whale,” I don’t think anyone can save anyone. By having a kid so early in life, Mary has already started down the same water slide that most of these other Filipinas go down. I’d love to be proved wrong, but I think the girl has revealed her hand.
You might be better off giving money to, say, rebuilding projects to repair storm damage or something. Something practical and less directly people-oriented. These young ladies are all the same sort of lemming, and even if they know better, they still shuffle en masse toward the same cliff’s edge as always. Helping that is a waste because, in the end, there is no helping that. Your blog has taught me a lot in that regard.
Oh, yeah—I forgot to give you a thumbs-up for the Captain Morgan pose.
Kev, no, as far as I know, there is not a John Mark I. For some reason, back in those days, I thought it was cool to add the Roman numerals after my name when I wrote fiction.
Time will tell re: Mary and her motivations. IF I go down the road to financial support for school, it will be a limited monthly stipend with no exceptions. Of course, if I let emotions and/or my libido enter the equation, I’m screwed (ha, no pun intended). I’m proceeding cautiously. So far.
I never even knew there was such a thing as a Captain Morgan pose. I did manage to pull one off though…blind luck!