This is my whacked Wednesday and I’m pressed for time but still want to post something for my faithful few readers. Did my hike this morning and have dart league in an hour; more on those tomorrow.
The Pearl saga continues but may be drawing to its inevitable conclusion. I’ll share some thoughts on this situation once I have reached some conclusions. No time for that now anyway. I did bake Pearl some brownies yesterday. Made them without nuts the way she prefers them. When I stopped by her place to drop them off she was sitting at the table with [that guy]. Again. So I gave her the brownies and left, not wanting to intrude on whatever is going on between them.
I was going to get a haircut since I had some time to kill before the dart tourney. But as I passed by Thumbstar bar I decided to drink beer and do a bar review instead. (See previous post) I guess maybe I’m hurting more over Pearl than I’m admitting, but I’m not going to wear my heart on my sleeve either. I had a pleasant time at Thumbstar, then moved over to Alley Cats to prepare for the dart tournament. My pal Kevin was already there, so we warmed up by playing a game of “pie” (a long version of cricket) with the Alley girls. Beer was flowing and we had a good time. After the game (I finished 4th) I rang the bell and bought a drink for everyone in the house, I guess that would be six girls and Kevin.
The tourney started and I played with my usual inconsistency. Won some, lost some but didn’t make it to the money round. Didn’t really care either. I bought a few more lady drinks throughout the tourney. Kevin was playing some classic rock tunes via an app on his phone tied into the bar’s stereo system. I was drunk enough to be singing along, and even sent a couple of them to Pearl. Once the tournament was over, I rang the bell again which made the girls gleeful (they work for those drink commissions to supplement their 200 peso ($4.00) a day salary. Yeah, I was having fun being a big spender in the bar, something I’m usually not. By big spender, I mean a whopping eighty bucks. It’s easy to be rich in the Philippines!
Singing and dancing and staying out late (for me) was a much-needed good time. I stuffed a 100 peso tip in each girl’s blouse and said my goodnight. I think it is fair to say we all felt happy after our little party. So whatever happens, I just need to remember it will all be fine. I’ve got today, who needs tomorrow?
It's getting to the point where I'm no fun anymore I am sorry Sometimes it hurts so badly I must cry out loud I am lonely I am yours, you are mine, you are what you are You make it hard Remember what we've said and done and felt about each other Oh, babe have mercy Don't let the past remind us of what we are not now I am not dreaming I am yours, you are mine, you are what you are You make it hard
Sounds as if you had fun despite the Pearl stuff going downhill (she’s with [that guy] again, eh? he’s workin’ her hard).
At least your tombstone will read, “Didn’t find a wife, but I fucked half the village.”
[that guy] sounds like a duck but the. The culture of the bars seems to promote that.
Yeah, he’s trying VERY hard. I was at Pearl’s after darts, and he was still there. We did chat some and he sounds like an interesting guy. Brit. More to come on this subject I’m sure.
Playing devils advocate:
Imagine this was the scenario
John spends the night in a long conversation with Girl X (not Pearl). Just sitting at a table talking.
Pearl spends the night in a bar full of guys, buys them drinks, and at the end of the night, puts 100 pesos in each of their pants
Would you have any problem with the above scenario? Is there a double standard being applied?
Perhaps you have a point, Brian. Then again, Pearl is not a bargirl so she shouldn’t have to act like one in her own business. And the guy is not being subtle about his desire to court Pearl into a relationship. So, my actions in the bar are all in good fun. Standing by and watching someone working on winning over my girlfriend is a totally different thing.