[QUOTE=Jambo; 1308468]Seems the young man has found a nitch as "American expert in a foreign land" and gone native on us. Trouble is its too hot to wear a hair shirt in the PI. But fucks like this can get the ear of US press.
I would certainly never brag about banging Philippine girls to a local. I guess I have to be careful what I say to clean-cut young westerners as well. Whenever someone asks why I want to live in the PI, I say "because its warm". (actually I would rather live in Malaysia, but that is another board) [/QUOTE]I believe the young man in question went native long ago and, unlike most of us, doesn't pay in the usual way to get laid. I knew him about six years ago when he was in the country courtesy of some state department program. He convinced them he wanted to write a book about Philippine basketball, they agreed to fund him to start research on the book, and he eventually did what he set out to do. Along the way he starred briefly in a Philippine soap opera. Long story that I won't explain, but it attracted a lot of attention from young Pinays. We ran into each other and chatted for a few minutes one day near one of the nicer neighborhoods of Quezon City. Off to our side was a little open-front bakery shop and two young cutie employees hanging out in the front. Suddenly they saw him and started squealing his name. He waved and smiled as though he knew them, and suddenly they seemed to become more important conversationalists than I was. He chatted them up with a lot of game.
From other occasions I know he also had succumbed to karaoke. He couldn't carry a tune in a paper bag, but he scored high points simply by hitting peak volume at all the right points in each song. He was struggling to learn Tagalog, but at least he was trying. So, as I summed up his situation, it was clear to me he was going native after only a few months in the country. So imagine a good-looking American in his mid-20s, blue eyes, reddish-blonde hair, about 6'2" or 6'3", who'd done time in a TV soap opera. Little question in my mind he was getting laid without much effort or expense. A young man in that situation can easily look down his nose at us geezers who have only our money to advance our cause with sweet young Pinays. And now he is shrewd enough to know how to play the pure-hearted young American for the benefit of mainstream Filipinos, even if he knows it means living a lie.
There is a silver lining to this story. Remember that there are worse things than watching out of shape has-been athletes trying to string out enough energy to put together two halves of a basketball game: trying to make a profession out of writing about such sad spectacles.
