wowwwwwww....all that effort! i usually just ask 'em if they wanna fuck and have me blow my load all over their pretty face. gets the same result, i would expect.
[quote=manta ray]in the past few months living in manila, i’ve met quite a few gals on dia. they all have either a respectable but low paying job (call center, factory, convenience store, fast food joint, domestic helper) or do not have a job. all of them are in their 20s and live with their immediate family or with a relative (an auntie, cousin, grandparent). a few live fairly central (mandaluyong, pasay, paranaque) and a few live further afield (caloocan, cavite, novaliches).
when i meet a dia gal for a first date, i enjoy creating the semi-fiction of normal ‘courtship’, where nothing is a given and everything depends on polite, respectful, gentlemanly behavior, supplemented by physical chemistry. with that in mind, i invite the gal for a drink and/or dinner, in a nice, ‘upmarket’ place, eg greenbelt or the fort. perhaps this is not necessary, given the socio-economic group of the typical dia gal we mongers tend to target, but it is more in keeping with my style and comfort zone.
to be sure, the specific details of my dia first dates do vary, and, believe me, i’ve had my share of disappointing non-starters. however, a fairly typical first date goes something like this:
after numerous texts back and forth to confirm the meeting time and place, and to find out where the hell she is (yes, she is usually late!), she shows up within 45 minutes of the agreed upon time. we spot each other, and i introduce myself, shake her hand, and make a mental note of how accurate her dia profile photo is. i decide that while her photo does indeed put her in ‘best light’, she is attractive and slim enough to warrant at least one nice evening together.
we order drinks and settle into the usual get-to-know-you sequence of topics and questions. i show interest in her work, family and hobbies, asking lots of questions. i am mildly, though not aggressively, flirtatious--especially if i want to get to know her, er… more intimately.
eventually i suggest we have something to eat—and i encourage her to order whatever she wants (another mental note if she decides to order the most expensive dish on the menu). we eat, and i engage her in more talking, more topics, more flirting, and a little ‘innocent’ touching… the knee, the shoulder, the arm… just to let her know i’m interested.
a few hours pass pleasantly… a bottle of wine and/or a few san migs do their work. it gets toward the witching hour and i suggest we go back to my condo in makati for a coffee. she hesitates slightly, then says something like, ‘well, ok a coffee is nice.’ we head off for a taxi, and i take her hand as we walk.
i sit close to her in the taxi and ever so gently rest my hand on her knee. we get to my place… and as we enter the lobby of my bldg i hold her hand very firmly; i want her to feel like my gf in the gaze of the bldg security lads. walking toward the elevator, i make it a point to chat with her casually, as if we both live there. i avoid direct eye contact with the lads in the lobby—who have seen me do the same dance with several other gals in the past couple of months. we get to my unit on the 38th floor and i enjoy the widening of her eyes as she steps in the door and is greeted by the twinkling makati skyline. i beckon her to the balcony, open the door and we step out to embrace the night view. i point out a few of the makati landmarks. i can see she is impressed, and this is good.
back inside, i tell her to have a seat on the sofa while i make some coffee. i turn on the tv, give her the remote wand and tell her to turn on whatever she wants. i don’t particularly want to watch tv, but it's a simple way for us to get close and cuddly, while still having a comfy external focus. i bring the coffee, with some chocolate—a sure entry into the filipina heart—and sit myself down next to her! we pretend to watch tv and little by little we reposition so it’s easy for her to rest her head on my shoulder, which, after a little while, she does. i stroke her shoulder and/or knee ever so gently… we’re becoming very relaxed.
by this time, it is quite late and i am (sort of) getting tired. i silently contemplate how to broach the obvious next topic. then i let out a thinly veiled yawn, followed by something like, ‘hmmm, it’s getting late and you look so tired. you’re very welcome to spend the night here rather than try to get a taxi at this late hour… don’t worry, you can sleep on my bed and i’ll take the sofa… really, it’s no problem for me, and you can be comfortable that way.’
she furrows her brow and doesn’t answer immediately… then says, unconvincingly, something like, ‘no, you need your sleep in your bed… you can sleep now and i just rest a little on the sofa. it’s ok, i just go home in a few hours, no problem for me.’ i tell her that as a gentleman, i couldn’t allow that… she must have the bed so she can rest more comfortably. we go back and forth a bit until, predictably, i give in. i invite her to use the bathroom. while she is in the bathroom, i make up the sofa with sheets and a pillow, then remove any ‘valuables’ (wallet, laptop, ipod, phone, etc.) putting them in a ‘safe’ place in my bedroom closet (yes, of course, i trust her, but as the arabs say, ‘trust in god, but tether your camel first’).
she comes out of the bathroom and is impressed that the sofa is so nicely made up for her. i kiss her on the cheek, tell her to help herself to anything in the fridge during the night and wish her ‘sweet dreams. i go into my bedroom, but leave the door open. she is no doubt confused as she’s not used to such courteous behavior from a man.
i change into a pair of shorts (no underwear and no shirt), put two condoms discreetly under a book on my bedside table (i want to make it easy when the inevitable happens), get into bed and turn out the light.
after about 45 minutes, i hear a rustle of sheets in the other room, a few soft footsteps and then see her silhouette as she comes into my room, fully clothed. she says something like, ‘i’m scared there by myself’ and lies down on the bed a ‘safe’ distance from me. i gently reach over, touch her cheek, say sleep well, and make no attempt to move closer to her… yet.
we feign sleep, with each toss and turn, somehow bringing us a bit closer to each other. i lightly drape my arm over her hip; she edges over toward me and allows her hand to touch my leg. we enjoy this slumberous dance silently for a while longer. eventually, we’re spooning snugly, with my arm wrapped over her and my hand lightly resting on her breast.
i gently kiss her neck, and she moans softly while allowing her bum to press against my now rising manhood. she turns her face toward me and our lips seem to be almost touching now. i offer a brief kiss, a peck really, half on her mouth and half on her cheek. then our mouths open and we kiss again. our tongues meet, and our legs entwine. clothes come off quickly, and from this point, all is predictably passionate. i selflessly extend the foreplay to pleasure her as long as it takes to get her where i want her, and then a little longer. when the moment of entry arrives, she attempts to guide me in uncovered (yes, in my experience non p4p gals are more likely to go bb), until i, as smoothly as possible, halt the proceedings briefly to cover up. all is then well.
we sleep soundly until the stirrings of daylight, then we undulate into round two… in similar fashion as in round one, minus the extended foreplay.
i get up first, have a shower, wrap a towel around me, and make a pot of tea. she is still asleep, so i whisper in her ear ‘magandang umaga’, wait for her to open her eyes and show some life, then hand her a steaming mug, black with sugar. once again, she is impressed at the thoughtful service. and though it is truly a pleasure for me to treat her this way, i am at least partly motivated by my desire to get her up and out of my place in good time so my whole day is not shot. as charlie sheen, the actor who was caught up in a much publicized p4p scandal, replied to a nosy reporter enquiring why he would need to pay for sex, ‘i’m not paying them for the sex, i’m paying for them to leave in the morning.’
i tell her she can have a shower, and ask her what she would like for breakfast. she at first refuses the offer, but i insist, telling her she must eat something before she goes. the choices are cereal with milk, toast and jam, eggs, and/or fruit. she opts for a slice of toast (which my informal mental survey tells me is the most common dia morning-after-first-date breakfast choice).
i make the breakfast while she showers, gets dressed, and to my non-surprise, but nonetheless delight, makes the bed herself with hotel-like precision. i thank her for that and tell her to sit down for breakfast. we chat about this and that while we eat. i tell her that it would be my pleasure to see again, but carefully avoid suggesting any specific dates.
when she’s finished, i tell her i will walk her outside to get a taxi, and as i do, i stuff a few hundred pesos into her pocket or bag and tell her this is for her to get home. she doesn’t object or refuse, and offers a simple but sincere sounding ‘thank you’.
as we leave the building through the lobby, once again, i hold her hand and talk to her casually walking past the security lads, who are mercifully different from the night before. we hail a taxi, and as she gets in, i kiss her on the cheek, and tell her to take care and keep in touch. a few minutes after i get back to my apartment i get a text from her. she thanks me for a nice night and hopes we can meet again soon. i text her back immediately, saying i hope so too.
manta ray[/quote]
