Wet Market Health Question
My routine involves buying fish in the morning and steaming it in a rice cooker. Besides fish, the other two sellers are pork and chicken, both of which are notorious for food poisoning, especially in tropical wet markets where they can be sitting outside as a feast for flies for hours on end. I get Pinoys are largely immune to most of the viruses they carry but what do foreigners do? Bleach them or lots of spice? Some nice pork chops would go down well but I don't want to be bed ridden for a week and the pork and chicken on open display looks fatal.
Also, what is with Pinoy fruit and veg, not the imported stuff? Why is it so expensive, especially vis a is pinoy wages?
My situation is compounded as I generally don't eat fried food but the Russian roulette nature of cheap food here makes me retreat into Western bubble who fry everything.
Food is my only consolation, I picked up a hooker at 11 am yesterday morning who promised 3 hours of debauchery and the world's best massage but was a super fat wham bam charlatan. The other negative about these street hookers is they are more observant than cops and some of them, sadly, never forget a face and pop up at inopportune times.
I'm a babe-magnet at the market
[QUOTE=JonesLover;3048386]Unfortunately at the market I can have 1000 eyes on me while I'm talking to a girl; especially if I use my smartphone to ask her for her FB.
All this scares me a little, also because I have never spoken to a girl on the street to make advances.
I was thinking of leaving these girls a note with my FB profile. Do you think it's wrong?[/QUOTE]Hey JonesLover, my story is from this morning's visit to our local wet market.
Hundreds of vendors out in the open, selling fruits and veggies. Been going there for years and it's rare I see another foreigner. Being an unescorted Caucasian there always gives me a degree of celebrity status.
I stopped by an egg vendor. As I was putting items in my egg crate, an older Filipina visiting from the city of Bacolod started a conversation with me. Asked where I am from, how long have I lived here, do I have a wife, blah blah blah. She excitedly offered to set me up with a niece, but I declined, as I'm not currently looking for a partner and don't want commitments.
Chatted for a couple of minutes, then asked if I would engage in prayer with her. Caught me off-guard, but I kindly bowed my head and listened. After a loud Amen, we said our goodbyes and headed on our separate ways.
As there are no walls there, plenty of vendors and customers heard parts of our conversation. No big deal to me, we're all humans.
Next to the egg seller was a kiosk with good looking red tomatoes. Manning the table was a cute-to-my-eyes sweetie, estimated 19 years-old. Short, petite, dark skin, long hair, no discernable belly fat. A bit reserved but inquisitive. The kind of girl that Korean and Japanese men think is ugly but most of we older Americans think is cute and appealing.
As I was selecting tomatoes, she started asking the usual questions. What country am I from? Why am I here in the Philippines? Where is my partner? Where do I live? Do I live alone? Who takes care of me and my house?
As she was handing me change from my 50-peso bill, she asks if I have Facebook. I lied and said no, as I said I believe FB is evil. But then I brazenly asked for her phone number on a piece of paper and promised I would send a text after I got home. Another day, another one of Joe's fibs.
Then I later stopped by a kiosk to buy apples, manned by another young, smiley, and moderately-cute seller. Based on her demeanor, I have little doubt I could have obtained her digits if I would only had asked.
Occurrences like this happen to me quite often when I am milling with the commoners. If I were more assertive, I could have a Rolodex full of phone numbers and FB contacts. But sweet gals like this aren't for me. I'm a somewhat seedy guy who likes spending an hour or two with an even seedier gal.
I understand the appeal and ease of using the internet to search for both long and short-term interludes. But Jonesy, I guarantee you a certain degree of success in Davao City if you engage with gals in the right places if you have even only a modest amount of "game". Go out on a few dates with these normal gals, and chances are good one will turn into the 10-day bedmate you're looking for.