Re " can I bring my friend"
Daddy WB brings up an interesting point that we are all faced with on a first meeting. The "can I bring my friend". Who will just sit there, get in the way of any ambiguous chat, be the targets "protector". And just waste space and money. When a young lady (and its always the young ones who want to bring a friend) I politely tell them that this is immature behavior and not expected from people who are over 18. They always reply with "but all my friends do it. ". At which point I state that yes it happens ni the provinces as they don't know better, but it doesn't happen with mature girls or in other countries.
Some then say. Well if they don't do it in HK or Singapore then maybe I shouldnt. And meet you alone.
Others will insist. At which point its Byebye.
Who needs some fugly chaperone when your doing your best to get into the targets panties. Of course why else would a 50+ guy be meeting an 18 year old LOL.
Hey - can I case your condo?
In at least 50% of the cases where I have brought some little mocha-chika back to my place. I have regretted the decision. Even so, I kept failing my own IQ test. Until I got cleaned out by a girl I thought I knew well.
Funny story actually. Met a nice girl, she had money, job, good family (whom I met, very solid upper class locals); the works. Was with her for almost a year, it was love; but some things just did not add up once my honey-ko and I were together full time.
Bought and installed monitoring software (eBlaster) on my crappy home laptop. And wow, the shock of it all when it turns out she is basically a prostitute. (a filipina *****? I just couldn't believe it! )
Her real job appeared to be banging guys from the UK and Germany for Western Union payments. I guess they ALSO looked like Brad Pitt. Amazing how we can delude ourselves. And it only took six months for me to come to my senses. Like an idiot. I start sending the "it's over, " vibe just before returning from a business trip. I also call the German guy – he was about to break up with his wife (and kids) to be with this woman – though he suspected there was someone else in her life. I felt I owed it to him – bro's before ho's and all. I made a list of all the guys and contacted them. We are now all good friends.
In the meanwhile, she immediately goes into triage mode. While I was out she tried to break into my office (though the window, the balcony door, and the inside door) with a butter knife. She then "thinned" the place. Half the silverware, half the sheets, towels, dishes; never underestimate the carrying capacity of a filipina with a collection of designer shopping bags. Rice was missing from the kitchen, half the canned goods, most of the boxes in the cupboard later turned out to be empty. Who steals half a box of Capt'n Crunch? LOL It was like someone held a meeting of over-eaters anonymous in my kitchen. Luckily anything of real value was either a) not there, or b) locked in my office. However, for weeks afterward I would find this, or that little thing missing or substituted. (hmmm. Had a nice pepper grinder, now have this crappy plastic thing – hmmm, who waters down dish soap, damn – I had 25 rolls of toilet paper, hmmm – why are all these DVD cases empty? , where is my cell phone charger? )
What I had totally forgotten about was the piggy bank.
I had this big golden Chinese piggy bank in the bedroom and had been stuffing it with spare cash for months – there may have been as much as $5000. 00 in there (various currencies, a 1 oz gold coin, left over cash from business trips to one place or another). I was actually saving the cash to take a nice vacation, or perhaps even a honeymoon as I was pretty serious about this girl. I went to move it, and the pig seemed lighter than usual. Apparently, she had carved out the plug, emptied it, and left just enough change (in sub-peso coins) to make it "seem" like it's anal virginity was intact.
OK – thanks for the therapy. It's good for me to share like this! Obviously, this is an extreme example.
Others have been simple stalkers, girls that would show up uninvited wanting to spend the night, or in some cases; their friends. The lessons here are basically a) don't be an idiot, and b) keep nothing of value in your pad. So if your condo is strictly a fuck studio – then no worries. But if you actually live in it – then strongly recommend you stick to hotels. When I am in the mood for play – a nice room at Swagmans in Malate will run $50. 00 which is a pretty good deal compared to the cost of some decent flatware, a colonoscopy for your pig, or the shitty laptop she stole – which (two years later) still updates me weekly on what it's doing. LOL
[QUOTE=FreebieFan]Exchanging messages with a 23 year old in Friendster. Weve had a few exchanges and I said on my next visit to Manila I could meet her in a mall.
Also told her in response to her question "where do you stay " that I stay in my own condo in Manila.
She replied. "would be delighted to meet you in the mall. We can have a Starbux and maybe you can also show me your condo".
Do you think she will be interested in the nice balcony. The rus on the floor. Etc. I love direct unambiguous women. Takes all the guesswork out of the hunt. [/QUOTE]
