Angeles City

[Mahaba]

I know this topic has been beat to death, but I thought I would add my perspective.

In this past year I have made trips to Angeles (Repeat customer), as well as Pattaya (First time since 1983). At that time Pattaya was great. Young willing girls at the beer bars as opposed to the good looking ones working at high priced GoGo bars with the beer bars populated by women that made me question my travel plans.

I had high expectations for Pattaya but was disappointed at what it has become insofar as high prices, looks and attitude. On purely economic terms I get much more for my money from PI (AC and Subic) as opposed to Pattaya. In addition, in the Philippines I can hold a conversation and not feel like I am listening to dialogue from the movie "Mars Attacks".

IMHO.

[BrainDrain]

Having been on Pinalove for a year there are some regular scrags who should be avoided. Different names and profiles, sames pictures and modus operandi.

Then again Pinalove is still a good place for talent. Can just dial up your are preference and there are a handful for Pampanga. Do check the recent activity as any profile that hasn't been accessed for 14 days is most likely inactive. There are many less that it appears.

On Monday dialled up my preferred age range and found a nice call center girl that was on a day off. While I don't go into specifics of what I'm expecting just being polite has always done well for me. Over she came, ten minutes late, a bit of chit chat and a beer. Off to bed and as she said "She wants everything". What a great night and followup morning.

While she was good in bed, nice body, the cups and 'everything' is available she was a little clingy. Have avoided her since and her message frequency has dropped to a low hopeful ambient level.

Happy hunting gents.

BD.

[WazWallaby]

Gee, I don't see that as a problem. I see it as part of the fun.

I think the girls 'performance' in this regard, depends on their assessment of the Mongers experience. The more experienced monger consequently, misses out on a lot of the fun / stories / tactics.

Bar girls are devious, mongers are devious. "Let the games begin"!

Yes, I mostly agree with you. After a while expect anything, treat it as a game or theater, play your role, everybody is an actor in one way or another. Enjoy.

[BaddHabbit]

SNIP.....

I paid and left having heard maybe one song over her screeching. That paled, though, in comparison to Monsoon, where two of the three dancers hopped off the stage, bringing their lunch with them which, to their credit, they did offer to share. Each, side by side, asked the same battery of questions. Name, country, hotel, etc. - as if to error check my answers, like typing in a new password twice, except the website is usually not overweight and you can turn off the speaker if it has a screechy voice. Then it transpired that their lunch had made them really, really, thirsty, and this was mentioned at great length. Within five minutes of entering I had paid and left.

.... SNIP

Wonderful writing mate, a good laugh. +1.

BH.

[Mogwai]

I have noticed so many guys are amazingly naive and are taken in easily by girl story lines. Really, do look at You tube where there are some terrific videos by bar girls or former bar girls. They talk openly and frankly about how a girl usually assess you on entry into a bar, scamming men on dating sites, their thoughts about being with older men, the concept of the so called male cousin, which translates to husband, the hard luck stories, hygiene, experiences and so on. Understanding the mind set of girls enables one to cut to the chase to get better results.

Do you have some links for us to those videos?

[Bushes]

I am not sure with what they coat yours, but my preferred coating kills the swimmers but weakens the condom.

Actually, while pure latex is biodegradable the vast majority of latex condoms contain chemical additives to increase their resistance to breakage during vigorous thrusting in tight poorly lubricated orifices. Unfortunately, these chemical additives to latex condoms do their job so well that they make the breakdown of discarded condoms extremely difficult in the natural environment. Many of the ultra-thin sensitive condoms designed for those with latex allergies are polyurethane, which is definitely non-biodegradable. So, some poor endangered sea turtle could end up choking to death on a cum-filled condom washed out to the ocean and mistaken for a jellyfish. Skip the condom, save a sea turtle.

[Sxxxx]

I have noticed so many guys are amazingly naive and are taken in easily by girl story lines. Really, do look at You tube where there are some terrific videos by bar girls or former bar girls. They talk openly and frankly about how a girl usually assess you on entry into a bar, scamming men on dating sites, their thoughts about being with older men, the concept of the so called male cousin, which translates to husband, the hard luck stories, hygiene, experiences and so on. Understanding the mind set of girls enables one to cut to the chase to get better results.

Gee, I don't see that as a problem. I see it as part of the fun.

I think the girls 'performance' in this regard, depends on their assessment of the Mongers experience. The more experienced monger consequently, misses out on a lot of the fun / stories / tactics.

Bar girls are devious, mongers are devious. "Let the games begin"!

[Fastpiston]

I have noticed so many guys are amazingly naive and are taken in easily by girl story lines. Really, do look at You tube where there are some terrific videos by bar girls or former bar girls. They talk openly and frankly about how a girl usually assess you on entry into a bar, scamming men on dating sites, their thoughts about being with older men, the concept of the so called male cousin, which translates to husband, the hard luck stories, hygiene, experiences and so on. Understanding the mind set of girls enables one to cut to the chase to get better results.

[Fastpiston]

I was banging a Phillies waitress for a time. Freebie met via dating site. She used to stay and get dressed in her Phillies uniform or come home in uniform. I still go to Phillies and just have such good memories.

Sadly, the pay is rubbish there, the hours are long. The attraction of an OFW posting is too strong and she left to go on a two year contract in an overseas port.

BD.

I understand that most of Phillies waitresses have foreign boyfriends remitting money, so with additional customer tipping, need for money not so critical. But I am sure they will perform for the right money and guy.

[Crazy4Thai]

Thanks to WazWallaby and Oosik for some great reading today. All to painfully and joyously true.

[Oosik]

My understanding is that the girls go for the standard BF rate.

Wow! Now I wish I'd looked into it a bit more! There were some real lookers. Maybe next time. Thanks!

[BrainDrain]

I stopped in for a three night stay. As I explained to a board member who PM'd me after my last visit, asking why the heck I, a BJ guy at heart, keep coming here I can only say that I am drawn like a moth to a flame. This time, though, I took precautions: I got a couple $400 BJ's in Tokyo. I figured for a price like that they should last until I get back to Thailand. I was, of course, wrong, but it sounded good at the time.

Thanks for the detailed report. Sounds like mostly fun.

Tropix always seems to have a beauty contest. My understanding is that the girls go for the standard BF rate. If you weren't there to see the win then it really has no value. Has some value if you think you are screwing a beauty queen.

I like a waitress there, older, more mature and sensible. Took her away for a weekender and had a nice mature couples weekend. Not like a needy 24 yo bargirl experience.

BD.

[Chocha Monger]

This hardly qualifies as a rant, and being environment friendly does not necessarily reflect this gentleman's political inclinations. Chill and peace out fellow mongerer.
"Save a mouse, eat a pussy"

There is nothing wrong with environmentally responsible mongering. One can be a sporting man and still purchase carbon credits to offset the emissions from their air travel. I do my part by only fucking sustainably sourced Pinays, preferably farm to bed whenever possible. Bareback is the most environmentally friendly sex. However, if the girl requests a condom, I make sure to use only biodegradable condoms made of fair-trade rubber free of cancer causing chemical additives.

For extremely tight Pinay snatches, I use a cruelty-free organic lubricant. I do not use any vibrators or dildos containing phthalates on the ladies, as such chemicals are carcinogenic and can cause infertility. Finally, I stick it to Big Pharma by warning the girls about the queer effects of hormonal birth control residues in the environment such as three-legged frogs and transsexual fish.

[Chocha Monger]

Thank goodness condoms are usually not considered plastic. Then again, there should be no tax if used to package meat.

Actually, while pure latex is biodegradable the vast majority of latex condoms contain chemical additives to increase their resistance to breakage during vigorous thrusting in tight poorly lubricated orifices. Unfortunately, these chemical additives to latex condoms do their job so well that they make the breakdown of discarded condoms extremely difficult in the natural environment. Many of the ultra-thin sensitive condoms designed for those with latex allergies are polyurethane, which is definitely non-biodegradable. So, some poor endangered sea turtle could end up choking to death on a cum-filled condom washed out to the ocean and mistaken for a jellyfish. Skip the condom, save a sea turtle.

[Oosik]

I stopped in for a three night stay. As I explained to a board member who PM'd me after my last visit, asking why the heck I, a BJ guy at heart, keep coming here I can only say that I am drawn like a moth to a flame. This time, though, I took precautions: I got a couple $400 BJ's in Tokyo. I figured for a price like that they should last until I get back to Thailand. I was, of course, wrong, but it sounded good at the time.

I started with the afternoon shift at Pony Tails. This used to be pretty good. Often better than the night crew. But perhaps the gems had already been taken by 5 PM. That evening I hit Atlantis, Dollhouse, and made a very brief stop at Tropix. Atlantis didn't seem up to its usual quality but was still the better of the first two, with the Dollhouse having only two or three BF-worthy candidates. My BF from last visit there had, of course, left, either because she knew she'd never again meet a man like me or to make sure that she would never again meet a man like me. The night's prime BF candidate somehow vanished from the stage as a waitress was making sure that I did, in fact, see that there were women on the stage, using the majestic, "All this can be yours" wave. I turned to let her know that I was vaguely aware of this and when I looked back the Prime Choice was gone. That took care of that decision so I paid for my two unopened waters and left through the back entrance to check out Tropix. Alas, there was some sort of beauty contest going on and while the contestants were certainly hot, I didn't know if they were available or at what price so I headed back through the Dollhouse and to the street.

The next day I had to give the maid time to rummage through my stuff, plus needed to make a NAIA car booking at Margarita Station, so I headed out in the afternoon, never a good idea for someone from a sub-arctic climate. I tried Pony Tails again (no better), made the booking and headed to try the daytime action on (not) Walking Street. I survived as far as Angel Witch where the typically awesome tunes and more importantly the possibility of air conditioning lured me in and soon I had a new best friend, Cecilia, I think, sitting beside me. She told the waitress that I was her friend, which ensured the best service and only the freshest bottled water, which she offered to open. I declined the offer. The unopened bottle thing is always tough to explain, but she quickly moved on to the majestic wave at the uniformly overweight lineup. No, I was just looking, thank you. Oh, you just want to relax, yes? Hey, she wasn't as dumb as she looked. You want massage? No thank you. You sure? Will be very good. Yes, I'm sure. I'm trying to relax, remember? Oh, yes. Hey, this is my friend. Maybe she join us?

I paid and left having heard maybe one song over her screeching. That paled, though, in comparison to Monsoon, where two of the three dancers hopped off the stage, bringing their lunch with them which, to their credit, they did offer to share. Each, side by side, asked the same battery of questions. Name, country, hotel, etc. - as if to error check my answers, like typing in a new password twice, except the website is usually not overweight and you can turn off the speaker if it has a screechy voice. Then it transpired that their lunch had made them really, really, thirsty, and this was mentioned at great length. Within five minutes of entering I had paid and left.

The night was a repeat but with an added stop at Club Asia which has had, by my taste, the best lookers of the admittedly small samplings on my recent trips. The problem is that I was 0-2 at BF's there, my impression being Club Asia: It's not just a name, it's a customer preference. I went there for the eye candy and to verify that once again the object of my lust from three visits ago was again in Manila, back home, in a convent or whatever. The last two visits each had conflicting stories on successive nights. It was sort of a stupid quest, anyway, given that she was one of the 0-2 record of accepting bar fines there. The eye candy was there; she was not. Then the shocker: Both the waitresses who for whatever reason remember me and my quest reported that she had been working the night before! The $400 BJ's had worn off long before so my lower brain had control: I would return the next night.

And the next night there she was! Birds chirped, angels sang, private parts got hard! The angst that she had turned porky in the last year and a half were unfounded. Ever see that hot chick from your high school twenty years later? Times must be tough: She brought up the BF herself! Many warnings had to be ignored: She had previously declined; she is a very demure, shy type; I'm not Asian. But it had now been three days since the $400 BJ's. Enough said: We were on our way! And on our way. And on our way. It took the trike thirty minutes to get to the ABC. There were some fireworks, and not inside the trike, where much time was spent doing important things on her phone, probably changing FB status to "It's overweight and not Asian but I need the rent money. ".

In the room, though, she warmed up. Not a tiger but not a starfish, either. Responded well to DATY, mish and doggy. Not in a hurry to leave, which for me is scary. Asked If I had whatever those contact things are. WeChat? Line? I'm old. I don't do that. Sort of bittersweet: On the one hand I don't want girls contacting me. On the other it could lead to cheaper meetings. On the third hand (that cloud from Chernobyl really got around) I really don't mind the 3000 BF, so to hell with Hand Two.

Probably shouldn't mention disasters, e. G. , Chernobyl. Got in trouble for that a while back for a lesser one. Apologies in advance to the thin-skinned.