Although in my case, it seems to repel rather than attract. It appears my efforts to entice “Jenny” into getting to know me better have been fruitless. Well, if she ain’t interested there’s nothing I can do except keep moving on. Disappointing though, she was someone I would have enjoyed spending time with.
I’m not sure what happens next. The gal I invited to the Hash didn’t show and hasn’t responded to my messages, so fuck her. Er, I guess I won’t be fucking her, but you know what I mean. Last night I was teasing the gal at Alley Cats I was jonesing for last summer, but it seems clear that I am just a customer to her. That’s fine. Then there is a school teacher from Olongapo I got introduced to last week. She’s been chatting me up some on messenger, but I’m just not feeling any real attraction from my end. I guess the biggest potential thing on the horizon is this gal I “met” on the Date in Asia site. She lives in Angeles (works in a call center, not a bar). In her early 40s with two grown kids. The most interesting thing about her so far is that 20 years ago or so she used to Hash here in Subic. Her Hash name is Sweet Hash Hole. Anyway, she wants to come back for a Hash and may do so this weekend. Of course, she plans on staying with me. I’m not totally comfortable with that since we’ve never met in person, but damn, I’ve been on such a losing streak lately I didn’t want to say no. I’m thinking if we don’t click I’ll just rent her a hotel room for the weekend.
We’ll see what happens.
I may not be winning in the game of love, but my darts are flying okay. At least they did last night.
Speaking of magnets, I received some in the mail from my friend, Maria, who created the designs from photos she found on the blog. Yep, she’s a regular reader here and comments as BW.
And then there is this haunting photo underscoring the pain and loss that comes with a failed relationship:
Good job, Maria. Thank you again.
Good hard hike this morning, now it’s time to get ready for dart league. See you back here tomorrow!
“D’Brats” feels like a Bratwurst pun for your sausage-y dogs. I like Maria’s designs.
I thought Mr. Bean was pretty much non-verbal.
At least that is the quote I read from Abe Lincoln.
And as we all know, if it is on the internet, it must be true. LOL
(Regardless, the sentiment is true)
Go for the Hash Hole. Worse case you wake up with your member shoved in your own hole. Seriously though, sad to hear of your lack of fortune with the better sex.
Just need to change things up and try a new approach I reckon. Maybe I’ll start leaving my door unlocked at night and see who wanders in…