Sunday Night: Not the Best
I arrived around 10 PM from NAIA. Good ride: Not too much traffic and the driver talked to me exactly one time, asking at what hotel I was staying. I checked into the Queens and decided to hit a bar or two even though I was a little run down by then. The results were not the best, but it was moderately late on a Sunday, so my expectations had already been lowered.
Atlantis: Pretty much my go-to bar for eye candy, and it did not disappoint. No, not as good as usual, but, again: Sunday night. I think I've already identified my candidate from there, but I'll hit it on a busier night nonetheless. The bad: I was seated along the rail overlooking the pit, so was frighteningly vulnerable to rear attacks by the massage girls. After four unwanted shoulder gropes I managed to make a strategic retreat to the wall, but they then started frontal attacks. The weird: Waitresses walking around with toilet paper. I eventually figured out that they were making some stuff to toss off the balcony or something, but nothing screams "sexy!" like walking around with TP. No anal tonight for me! The bar seems to be getting more and more into the feature shows, not really my thing since one cannot browse the full selection until the choreography phase is over. Eventually someone was handing out a few dozen of those long balloons and I knew it was time to leave: Finger f*cking a balloon just isn't as erotic after the hundredth time.
Dollhouse: Close by and as mentioned a while back, usually has some lookers. Sunday night was not a usual night. Not ONE, as far as I could tell. Whatever was in the cupboard at the start of the night had been thoroughly picked through. At least two girls actually had fat hanging well past the waistbands of their outfits. I ordered a bottle of water and sat, figuring I'd bear it for a decent interval, then flee. The waitress brought my tipple and sat down beside me to do the standardized waitress / mamasan hand wave to show me that there were many available girls whom I may not have noticed. I smiled and shook my head. "Maybe later?" she suggested. I shook again.
But she didn't leave. In fact, Waitress Two arrived and sat on the other side of me. She pointed out the dancers. She offered to open my water bottle. I declined the service. We sat there together, basking in the mutual warmth we felt for each other. Well, maybe not. We did sit there, though. For an eternity. Where was I from? First time to Angeles? Why wasn't I smiling? That last one was devastating: I WAS smiling! I guess I need to work on that a bit in front of a mirror. I was trying for something a bit less than a crazed, maniacal grin. Apparently I was aiming a bit too low. But to reassure her that I WAS having a great time I dropped the smile. I seriously think she shuddered. Holy crap! How hideously bad do I look? She again offered to open the water. I again declined and dropped a couple of hundreds into the bin and bade them farewell.
Monsoon: Okay, the big bars weren't working out, why not aim smaller? Why not, indeed! I'm not sure I've been in there before, though perhaps when it was something else, so I don't know whether a normally well stocked larder had already been picked clean, but the options were not good. I toughed it out through a set (I must have walked in right after they ascended, because it took forever), largely watching something on the TV involving animated penguins, perhaps a music video, and wondering what sick bastard hung an adorable stuffed bear by its neck under some promo sign. Fortunately the guy beside me had had a keg or two too many and was quite animated, entertaining the way too near girls on stage so I could sit there without being targeted and asked why I wasn't smiling, though at this point I was probably grinning like an idiot as I was suddenly very self conscious about that sort of thing. Eventually the next crew mounted the stage. One of then had a roll of flab that made the two Dollhouse girls look positively svelte. Also, as the guy next to me was now largely buried under a dancer, I was fair game for the girls, including Miss I Don't Blow Away In A Typhoon. A waitress waved towards them and asked if I wanted my still untouched water opened. We can guess how that went.
On the way "home" I thought I'd grab a bite so I stopped in at Phillies for some take-away. I'd never been in there, largely because I deduced by the lack of window glass that there would be an equal lack of air conditioning. But it was on route and how long could a couple of sandwiches take? Answer: Twenty five minutes. I should not have ordered pig-intensive food. They must have fast pigs here and I triggered and epic chase. The waitress sat me by the "window" on the Fields / Perimeter side and was just finishing taking the order when a god-awful noise exploded right beside me. It turns out that they have live, well, sort of music. They had been on break or repairing the football stadium grade audio system. So for twenty five minutes I sat there with literally painful, both in volume and quality, noise blasting in my right ear. At the other end of the room some western woman was dancing, apparently to another song, or maybe there was some sort of a video delay. No, not a video delay, because a Filipina started dancing beside her and HER gyrations DID match the music! At one point the middle aged matron who was singing started roaming the crowd. I quickly plotted my escape route, but she eventually returned to the stage where only her voice was a threat.
I had always wondered about the people whom I would see sitting at these window seats as I walked by. I didn't understand the attraction, but I now surmise that they like chewing gum. Right around the roaming singer crisis a young girl called to me from outside. She was offering me gum. Nice of her, but I didn't want to fill up before dinner, whenever the hell that was going to be. She stood there for over two minutes yelling to get my attention again after I told her no. Apparently "No" doesn't mean "No", but I bet that doesn't hold up in court in a date *ape case. Talk about double standards! Various other people dropped by to see if I needed other stuff including pharmaceuticals. The music was so loud that I seriously believe they didn't think I could hear them yelling at me. Some yelled for thirty seconds or so before moving on.
But all good things must come to an end and eventually my food arrived and I fled. Absolutely awesome sandwiches, but still not worth the wait. I may see if I can call in an order, or maybe place it on the way to a bar and grab it on leaving. Or just make sure I get to Jollibee before closing.
Koreans easily identifiable visavis Chinese
[QUOTE=Ikksman;1798091]Thanks for your precis of Newsweek's article and your own observations. It triggered the thought that [B]I wonder how many times posters here are wrongly identifying Chinese mongers as Korean or Japanese?[/B].
Most of us can fairly accurately identify Filipinos, Indonesians and Thais. But I contend that Chinese / Korean / Japanese are much more difficult to identify.
Since Xi Jinping's crackdown on prostitution and gambling to cut off the flow of revenue to his political opponents (the Jiang Zemin faction), Chinese mongers have been flooding other markets such as Hong Kong, Vietnam (now ceased because of the 9 dash line claims), Thailand and Singapore, etc. Why not the Philippines? After all there are many 'normal' Chinese tourists in PI.
Just sayin'.
Ikksman.
P.S. I doubt that Filipina schoolgirls can accurately identify Koreans from Chinese or Japanese.[/QUOTE]You might not be able to, but I don't have any difficulty noticing the difference. You obviously did not read about the slaughter of a bus load of Chinese tourists not that long ago. Since then China has warned its citizens about visiting the Phils. Myself, seeing a Chinese person walking the streets of Philippines nowadays is a rareity. I think the "little girls" stare at Korean pop shows enough to know the difference between Chinese and Korean. We might not be able to, but they can.
Yes, as Chocha Monger says, the Filipinas certainly rate K's well above us Anglo Saxon types, and above Chinese and Japanese too. Japanese still very popular, even though older than average K in places like Angeles, because J's are polite, well mannered, and generous. Not so polite in WW2 though, LOL.
Sorry guys we have been shoved aside by the top Phil pay4 pay ladies. Exceptions always prevail of course, as K's to my knowledge, do not marry Filipinas and take them home to meet Mum, but Anglo's do. Those Filipinas that think long term, exceptions and 8's and 9's, are not averse to seducing Anglo's for long term benefits. But Phil women think short time, for the most part, thus miss out on hansum lads like me, LOL.
It was short time thinking that got a 9 at Arena into bed with a 50 something Frenchman. Wrote about it before. Short time can cut both ways, depends if she is thinking romance or money. Rarely can you have the both together:).
White Women vs Dark Women
In one way you are right dark women are hot. In my opinion pink pussies taste the best. Some dark pussies taste like beef jerky. Anyways after reading all these posters I rather spend my time in KL.
[QUOTE=Pantot;1795233]Frankly those girls in those pics do nothing for me personally. I am so over white women and thier spoiled natures. Any girl that looks like that over their would be impossible to deal with. Actually growing up there with the constant adulation from childhood, by everyone male and female and all the bullshit beauty and talent contests would make them likely even more divas than the white girls here in the states.
I don't buy the brand of beauty the phils culture tries to jam down its own peoples throats.
Give a pure brown skin province pinay beauty anyday. Attitude alone makes the brown ones so much more attractive. The most beautiful ones are so underappreciated. The average filipino man would choose a ugly chubby light skinned pinay over a tight naturally tanned flesh beauty. They don't usually age well but they are tasty when fresh and nubile.
Thats why that place is such a paradise for a middle aged white guy.[/QUOTE]
Patience, charm, and not being stingy, will still catch the fish
[QUOTE=Pantot;1798145]Are you saying there are a appreciable portion of mongers in AC from China?
Honestly I haven't seen it.
If there are noticable portion of chinese in AC that's news to me. Where are they? In friendship? I can't imagine they are any more comfortable in a Korean oriented KTV bar than a western oriented fields bar. I admit I can't always always tell a Korean from a Jap I think I can but I'm not sure.
I agree Pinay there can't tell a Korean from a Jap any more than they can a Brit from a german from an Australian etc. None of the bar girls ever mentioned Chinese customers. There are always and an increasingly a fair amount from Muslim and Arab countries and the Indian subcontinent, but for me Chinese were noticeable for their abscence from Angeles Bars.[/QUOTE]I agree with this.
Including not immediately clear if your looking at a Korean or a Japanese. But K's are mostly younger than the Japanese Monger, and they behave differently, for example, K's not so friendly / sociable. Also K's find it hard to smile. Many other indicators that separate the J's from the K's. Girls are much more comfortable with the Japanese, as you have noticed. Cause they know J's are generous and well mannered. All these indicators, and more, help split the Japanese from the K's. But you cannot deny a Filipina for hopping into bed with a K pop star look-alike.
Chinese to me, look quite different, and they are not seen in places like AC mongering. The 1 million Chinese mentioned by another poster, are mainly residents, who's descendants arrived a long time ago, in a different era. You don't see them in bars etc. They use Contacts to recruit quality Phil girls, which they can afford. Shortage of genuine Chinese women means a significant number of the Chinese lads marry Phil women, from good homes, presumably, not hookers, heaven forbid! LOL Hence the Chinese-Filipino mix raced girls, sometimes ending up in the market (bars etc).
For me, discussion of this never ending subject is closed for the time being.
I still get good looking women. All you need is a bit of patience, charm (aka bullshit) and some spending money. Like another poster, I am waiting for the Phil girls to wake up to the fact, K's do not put rice on the table, pay their rent, or take them back home to K land to meet Mumma. But that might be asking too much of our Filipina playthings. In the meantime, carry on as usual, there are plenty on offer, plenty of fish in the sea (of pay4 play).