Greetings Earthlings.  Today I celebrate my 7 month anniversary of living in the Philippines.  So far, so good.  

As you have come to dread expect,  I have photos from the weekly Hash to share.  But stick around, this week’s report has a little twist at the end.

Okay, are you still here?  Good, here’s the lowdown on what went down after the Hash.  I mentioned in an earlier post that I was going to sponsor “Celia” at this week’s Hash.  And that’s what I did.  She’s a lot quicker on the trail (especially the uphills) but she hung back and stayed at least within visual distance most of the way.  And when we got back to Treasure Island I bought her some food.  And then things got a little strange.

Now, Jessa wasn’t working but she was still there, sitting at the bar with a girlfriend.  I of course was polite enough to go and say my hellos.  And of course she brought up the whole “holding hands with Marissa” bullshit.  But I wasn’t entertaining her faux being hurt routine.  I came back with something along the lines of “it could have been you” and then rejoined my Hash group, sitting with Celia.  Jessa sent me a message about being a “stranger” that I just blew off.

Okay, so I had won a free room at Treasure Island at the SOB last week and knowing I’d be doing the “on-home” there last night I had reserved a room “just in case”.  Keeping my options open.  Being prepared like a good Boy Scout should.  I mean, if I didn’t use it no big deal, it would have expired by the weekend anyway.  So, now I had to make a decision about what I was going to do.

After a few beers I went back over to Jessa and said, “you know I have a room here tonight.  Interested in sticking around?”  I was half serious, but mostly wanted to gauge her reaction.  Which was “why don’t you call Marissa?”  Okay then, you can’t say I didn’t try.  So, it was back to Celia.

I told her I have a room here and she responded I can’t stay all night, I have school in the morning.  I told her I was interested in that “naked massage” she had offered last time I’d seen her in the bar.  She was good with that, so off we went.

Here’s the lowdown on Celia.  22 years old.  One kid (who doesn’t live with her).  Going to trade school and learning to be a welder (I was impressed!).  Obviously she is not girlfriend material, but I was of course happy to help her earn some extra money.

I showered up and laid on the bed.  She took a shower and joined me wearing a towel.  She gave me a fair to middlin’ massage, a little erotic touching, and then I unwrapped her from the towel.  Well.  I am certainly old enough to not remember the last time I saw a naked 22 year old body.  It was nice.  We did a little cuddling and snuggling and then I told her it was time to go.

Sorry to disappoint, but that’s where the story ends.  As hot and sexy as Celia might be, she’s a dancer in a prostitution bar.  And I don’t go there.  Especially without a condom.  Which like a bad Boy Scout I hadn’t brought.

And today Celia is 2000 pesos richer ($40, about double what I would pay a stranger) and I have a nice memory.  I don’t expect I’ll be repeating the experience anytime soon.  At least with Celia.