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Is there a reason why we should be concerned or interested in your personal decisions? Just do what you want and call it a day.
The Original Bankster
2014 Jul 16, 4:10am
as the old adage goes:
The world's most beautiful women are Thai men.
Rin
2014 Jul 16, 4:11am
Is there a reason why we should be concerned or interested in your personal decisions? Just do what you want and call it a day
This is my way of dealing with society and my immediate family, discussing these topics on PatNet, while working a mind numbing job as a salesman for a hedge fund.
But if it weren't of interest, a lot of ppl would not have responded to those threads.
Fair enough. But you know, if I had some serious, life-changing thoughts or decisions the last place I would post them is a place like this. Nobody knows who you are and by virtue of anonymity they're going to give you often inappropriate responses. The better idea would be to maybe go out for a few beers with some buddies who know you well and bring it up with them. Since they are your friends they will care more and maybe give you more honest, measured, sincere responses.
The Original Bankster
2014 Jul 16, 4:48am
but a cool one.
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Rin
2014 Jul 16, 5:06am
Rin is some advertising agent obviously.
I'm hoping to inspire others, an agent of change.
They should make a movie about this "Hangover 5 - 10 years later."
Peter P
2014 Jul 16, 6:10am
I am all for the legalization of prostitution.
Women, or men, should have the freedom of commerce.
Dan8267
2014 Jul 16, 6:21am
If you have to pay for sex you're doing it wrong
All men pay for sex. Those who marry pay the most.
Peter P
2014 Jul 16, 6:28am
If you have to pay for sex you're doing it wrong
All men pay for sex. Those who marry pay the most.
Those who are divorced pay even more.
New Renter
2014 Jul 16, 7:04am
Well before you buy that ticket to paradise you might want to read this:
http://myphilippinelife.com/crime-against-foreigners-philippines/
Most violence against foreigners is not perpetrated out of desperation by the poor Filipino whose family needs food or medicine. Perhaps we are projecting on to Filipinos our own perceptions of what we would do in such circumstances. Most provincial Filipinos would never commit such acts. They accept what comes their way as part of God’s plan.
I believe that murders are generally not by the desperate acting out of real need, but rather by those as a way to “get rich quickâ€, often by maids, casual workers and boyfriends who have some knowledge, association and access to the foreigner victims. The operative influences are greed, sex, booze and shabu (methamphetamine) — not helping a sick or hungry family member.
Almost all the murders of foreigners I have read of have occurred in the foreigner’s hotel or apartment or home, not in bars, not on the streets, not by the Muslim extremists. Most of these murders been been committed by people the victim knew or people associated with these people, not by a strangers breaking into their house.
By far, the most common perpetrators are:
the boyfriend of the foreigner’s wife or young girlfriend,
the maid’s boyfriend,
some relative of the girlfriend, wife or the maid.
Ex-employees are another possibility.
These murderers usually don’t break in. They are let in, either knowingly by the foreigner or by one of the other parties mentioned, or they take advantage of security vulnerabilities they have observed or learned of. The foreigner is killed because he resists or because the robber is known to him and he does not want to be caught. Sometimes the accomplice maid or girlfriend is “tied-up†and reports the crime to neighbors or police when she gets free. I have read of many of foreigners murdered in this way....
...Don’t expect your neighbors, security guards or police to come to your aid if you get into problems at night. It’s dangerous for them to get involved, just as it may be dangerous for you to intervene to help someone in the middle of the night. A well-liked, long-time American resident of Iloilo City was recently stabbed to death in his apartment. Neighbors suspected something was wrong. After all, the American was a big guy, a martial arts enthusiast, being murdered by four young men. The neighbors were very close, in a close-packed neighborhood. It’s hard to imagine there was not a lot of noise. The neighbors peeked in the windows in the morning and the guy was dead. Any neighbor coming to his aid might well have been killed too....
..A stable, monogamous married life is prudent. A taste for young boys has gotten many foreigners into trouble. Chasing young women can also expose you to all sorts of dangers; from her jealous or conniving boyfriend or from her family....
...Recently a foreign retiree was watching TV with his wife. The dog started to bark. The man opened the door to see what the problem was. He was immediately stabbed in the stomach by an intruder waiting there. He died on the way to a hospital....
New Renter
2014 Jul 16, 7:14am
This guy really hates Angelas city. Take his venom witha grain of salt:
http://www.stickmanbangkok.com/ReadersSubmissions2012/reader7202.htm
Foreigners are usually limited to dating women of the lowest class. We are talking the poorest of the poor, often of low quality too. When I say poor, I don't mean that they only have a few hundred dollars in the bank. I mean that they can't even buy a coke or sandwich unless YOU buy it for them. This means they can't contribute to anything and you will have to pay for everything and be totally leeched off of by an incapable girl of the lowest class. It will be a completely unequal relationship in that regard, and in other ways as well. Thus, only guys who enjoy being sugar daddies and Santa Clauses will enjoy such a role. The rest of us will feel like we are seriously compromising ourselves by dating girls of far lower class - reaching way down into the ghetto slum pools to get our fill, so to speak. Either way, such types and you are a total unequal mismatch. You have nothing in common and no mental/spiritual/romantic connection, as they are way too simple and uneducated, and cannot provide any intelligent meaningful conversation or dialogue. Other than meaningless passionless sex, you will find her very boring, as there is nothing to talk about. Your mind and soul are at such different levels that it will be difficult to expand them together. Sure you can teach and educate her, but it will be a long slow process against the tide.
On the other hand, girls with money or who are middle class and can pay their own way, are usually only interested in Filipino guys. They will put up a wall between you and them, and to strangers in general, for they are closed and cliquish. As we all know, women become far less social once they have money. So essentially, you will not be able to date women of your own class here. The only relationships available to you are very unequal ones mentioned above. Personally, I find it very insulting and offensive if no one wants to be with me unless they are broke and need me to pay for everything. This means that the "friendship" between foreigner and Filipina is not really true, for when they have money, they no longer want to be your friend. Simple as that. Of course there are exceptions, but that is how it generally is, especially in the Angeles area since there is a negative stigma toward foreigners there due to the regular influx of foreign whoremongers there. So if you seek middle class quality Filipinas from decent families, you will have better luck outside of Angeles City.
Sadly, what this means is that unless your low class Filipina partner (who can't even afford to buy a sandwich) is giving you sex, she basically has no value and brings nothing to the table. She will not provide intelligent meaningful conversation, cannot contribute financially to your expenses and outings together, cannot drive you around in her car (nor can her family), cannot invite you to parties (unless you are treating everyone), cannot teach you anything, cannot buy you gifts on your birthday or treat you, and will not have any romantic or mental connection with you. (Ok well maybe she will cook and clean for you at least) Furthermore, Filipinas lack passion and intensity, for they are very relaxed and low key, so your relationship will likely be passionless as well.
Rin
2014 Jul 16, 7:21am
Either way, such types and you are a total unequal mismatch. You have nothing in common and no mental/spiritual/romantic connection, as they are way too simple and uneducated, and cannot provide any intelligent meaningful conversation or dialogue.
Don't know what this guy was expecting. This is Angeles City, the bo*nking zone for the Manila area. It's not the courtesan capital of Asia.
The Americans I know, married to Filipinas (and are relatively happy), don't live in the Red Light District.
New Renter
2014 Jul 16, 7:25am
Angels city is one of the biggest sex tourism destinations in the world.
http://www.keatleyphoto.com/blog/2012/04/angeles-city/
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Human_trafficking_in_the_Philippines
Angeles City
In 1991 a volcanic eruption of Mount Pinatubo forced an evacuation and destroyed much of the Clark Air Base, a major United States military facility located 40 miles (60 km) northwest of Manila, which closed shortly thereafter. Most the of sex trade around the base closed at the same time due to the loss of the GI customers.[27][28] Mayor Alfredo Lim proceeded to crack down on Manila's remaining sex industry, causing many of these businesses to relocate to Angeles City, which borders on the closed base, and was becoming a popular tourist destination especially with former GI's.[29] By the late 1990s, UNICEF estimated that there are 60,000 child prostitutes in the Philippines, describing Angeles City brothels as "notorious" for offering sex with children. In 1997, the BBC reported that UNICEF estimated many of the 200 brothels in the notorious Angeles City offer children for sex.[30] In 2004, Police arrested foreigners and Filipino's and rescued 15 females of a child pornography and cybersex ring in Angeles City.[31]
The current[timeframe?] trade is dominated by Australian bar operators[32][not in citation given] and sustained by tourists seeking inexpensive sex, often with children.[33] In bars catering mostly to foreign men, girls are sold for a "bar fine".[25][34] Conditions are sometimes brutal[35] Children and teenagers are lured into the industry from poor areas by promises of money and care, and are kept there by threats, debt bondage and the fear of poverty.[35][36] Angeles City is one of the largest sex tourist destinations in the world with just over 15 thousand women working in its various sex establishments (brothels, bars and videokes).[37]
In 2005, UNICEF reported evidence of growing child pornography production in Angeles City.[38] Children as young as ten years old have been rescued from brothels in Angeles.[39]
Angeles Mayor Francis Nepomuceno has acknowledged the problem. “We admit having HIV cases and that prostitution may be flourishing". STD cases rose five times. The RHWC treated 1,421 cases in 2005, 2,516 cases in 2006 and 6,229 cases in 2007. Most of the afflicted were women.[40]
In 2010, CNN ran an article about a 15 year old who began working in prostitution in a bar in the notorious fields ave, Angeles City because she needed money to support her baby. She was eventually trafficked to Malaysia where she was forced to take drugs and forced to service 20 customers a day[19]
So faced with THAT as an alternative its no wonder why some attractive young Phillipina women might find a fat, balding, middle aged, middle class American man to be the better choice.
Problem is no matter how hot the arm candy it doesn't make your fat, balding, middle aged, middle class American any less so.
Rin
2014 Jul 16, 7:28am
Problem is no matter how hot the arm candy it doesn't make your fat, balding, middle aged, middle class American any less so.
Best places are the soapy massage parlours in Thailand.
NDrLoR
2014 Jul 16, 7:33am
This is my way of dealing with society and my immediate family,
They're probably both bored to mummification.
New Renter
2014 Jul 16, 7:52am
The Americans I know, married to Filipinas (and are relatively happy), don't live in the Red Light District.
The American guys I've known married to Fillipinas were generally happy.
I was simply countering the OP - a self descibed happily married American traveled to Angeles City specifically to find sex - that's sex tourism, not wife shopping.
Rin
2014 Jul 16, 7:58am
The American guys I've known married to Fillipinas were generally happy.
I was simply countering the OP - a self descibed happily married American traveled to Angeles City specifically to find sex - that's sex tourism, not wife shopping.
The idea was more that he had a mental/emotional breakdown, as a result of hitting his late 40s and having been in that middle class bubble/cocoon, whereas if he & his pals had done more bo*nking, during my age bracket, either one, he would have gotten it out of his system and then settled down or second, just become a globe trekking punter.
New Renter
2014 Jul 16, 8:04am
The American guys I've known married to Fillipinas were generally happy.
I was simply countering the OP - a self descibed happily married American traveled to Angeles City specifically to find sex - that's sex tourism, not wife shopping.
The idea was more that he had a mental/emotional breakdown, as a result of hitting his late 40s and having been in that middle class bubble/cocoon, whereas if he & his pals had done more bo*nking, during my age bracket, either one, he would have gotten it out of his system and then settled down or second, just become a globe trekking punter.
He's 47 and has two grown children in college. Sounds like he did plenty of bo*nking at your age.
He had a midlife crisis, that's it. Most guys get a motorcycle, he wrecked his family.
Rin
2014 Jul 16, 8:10am
He's 47 and has two grown children in college. Sounds like he did plenty of bo*nking at your age.
I don't think so. I think he married young. He probably knew others like myself but thought that we were the miserable lot. And then one day, once he realized that he'd been living the same pattern, over and over for two decades, and was not getting any younger, he went ballistic. And the same goes for his pals.
If I were to magically find the "right one", during the next decade, it wouldn't be difficult for me to let go of the strippers, after having done it for a number of years.
I've been to my low key version of Angeles City: Rio & Montreal, so it's not a big deal anymore.
New Renter
2014 Jul 16, 8:18am
He's 47 and has two grown children in college. Sounds like he did plenty of bo*nking at your age.
I don't think so. I think he married young. He probably knew others like myself but thought that we were the miserable lot. And then one day, once he realized that he'd been living the same pattern, over and over for two decades, and was not getting any younger, he went ballistic. And the same goes for his pals.
I think its the opposite. Its the guys who had an easy time getting sex in their youth who go ballistic. They think they can pick up right where they left off and the same pretty girls will find their fatter, balder, middle aged, middle class American man ass just as appealing. Dosen't work unless they are willing to travel abroad where the women are desperate to avoid slavery or the man is willing to pay for the illusion.
The guys who had it hard in youth (no pun intended) are the ones who stick with a marriage.
Just my opinion though.
Shaman
2014 Jul 16, 8:22am
Problem is no matter how hot the arm candy it doesn't make your fat, balding, middle aged, middle class American any less so.
Best places are the soapy massage parlours in Thailand.
Yah that was awesome, but then I grew up and realized that hedonism was meaningless and wouldn't make me happy in the long run. In fact, the more hedonistic I act, the more grouchy I get. It's a condundrum, how trying to please myself winds up with me being less and less happy, but there must be an underlying reason. As I concentrate on me, my world gets smaller and smaller until I can barely breathe.
Now I can't think of a reason to go to such a place.
I certainly wouldn't want to hang out with the middle aged jackasses who think that sex with whores trumps meaningful relationship, love, trust, and friendship.
New Renter
2014 Jul 16, 8:26am
Think of this this way
Take two kids,
1) Has parents who raise him well, eating healthy and delicious but not sugary foods. Plenty of exercise, good education, and a loving relationship with mom and dad. If he wants something he has to make it or earn the money himself to buy it.
2) Has parents who let him do whatever he wants. Candy, TV, video games, sleeps till noon. Sizable allowance to buy whatever, whenever.
Both kids turn 18 and go off into the world. Which do you think will have the discipline to resist temptations?
Eman
2014 Jul 16, 8:28am
He had a midlife crisis, that's it. Most guys get a motorcycle, he wrecked his family.
I think I'm having this issue too. I want a 2014 Corvette Stingray now. Unfortunately, I will have to wait till my daughter is old enough to sit in the front seat so we can cruise around together while my wife is working to pay the bills.
New Renter
2014 Jul 16, 8:31am
He had a midlife crisis, that's it. Most guys get a motorcycle, he wrecked his family.
I think I'm having this issue too. I want a 2014 Corvette Stingray now. Unfortunately, I will have to wait till my daughter is old enough to sit in the front seat so we can cruise around together while my wife is working to pay the bills.
Look up the insurance rates first.
Wife working to pay the bills? I thought you had a massive RE empire going?
Eman
2014 Jul 16, 8:32am
Look up the insurance rates first.
Sometimes, you have to pay to play. I learned that from Rin. :0)
Eman
2014 Jul 16, 8:34am
Wife wants to work to keep the medical insurance for us. Also, she likes to work and can take off work whenever. She wants me to stay home to take care of our daughter. Works for me.
New Renter
2014 Jul 16, 8:35am
Look up the insurance rates first.
Sometimes, you have to pay to play. I learned that from Rin. :0)
They are good looking.
I'd get a toy too but I've come to value empty garage space.
..And I could probably borrow my Stepdad's toys if I asked.
New Renter
2014 Jul 16, 8:36am
Wife wants to work to keep the medical insurance for us. Also, she likes to work and can take off work whenever. She wants me to stay home to take care of our daughter. Works for me.
Me too.
FuckTheMainstreamMedia
2014 Jul 16, 8:36am
The guy in the story is an imbecile.
1.) He did his life in reverse. Fuck around while you are young, settle down in your 40's, when the mind is still willing but the body is no longer so compliant.
2.) He is delusional enough to believe these young hot girls want him. This is why these older dudes hooking up with prostitutes do really stupid stuff like going down on a hooker. So delusional they don't realize the hooker is tolerating them for money.
3.) No guy has to go to Philpines for sex. As a young guy in the US you can have as much sex as you are willing to put effort into. Why do you think black guys are so successful with women? They hit on everything that moves, and adjust expectations and standards to fit their finances and physical appearance. If you approach women and are ok with rejection( which every man should be), you'll get laid eventually without anything to do with money. Now if you're an older dude, and you want way younger women for NSA, yeah then you will have issues.
New Renter
2014 Jul 16, 8:39am
Now if you're an older dude, and you want way younger women for NSA, yeah then you will have issues.
NSA? I hear they have their own ways of getting women.
Rin
2014 Jul 16, 8:55am
Best places are the soapy massage parlours in Thailand.
Yah that was awesome, but then I grew up and realized that hedonism was meaningless and wouldn't make me happy in the long run. In fact, the more hedonistic I act, the more grouchy I get. It's a condundrum, how trying to please myself winds up with me
But isn't that a big part of it and that's finding balance.
I mean it's the difference between having one or two Taqueray Martinis vs downing an entire bottle of Gin. The former provides satisfaction whereas the latter makes you sick.
I mean during those trips to Rio, it's not like I went to the Thermas (naughty saunas) everyday. Sometimes I'd catch a game with friends, sometimes I'd go for a boat ride/swim, try out new restaurants, watch shows, and gasp, work all night on client issues.
But then, I broke it up with Thermas, the strip clubs, etc.
All and all, life was in balance. The fun was not one dimensional.
Rin
2014 Jul 16, 8:56am
2.) He is delusional enough to believe these young hot girls want him.
Cmon, you don't really believe that he doesn't know that it's a part of the act?
He'd just lost his mind in a pile of p*ssy.
If you have to pay for sex you're doing it wrong
All men pay for sex. Those who marry pay the most.
Not necessarily. For example marrying a wife who makes $100,000 is equivalent to having a $2.5 million portfolio at 4% withdrawal rates (leaving taxes out for simplicity). Marrying a stay at home wife on the other hand is like having your own portfolio decimated....in other words fuck 50s lifestyle!
Heraclitusstudent
2014 Jul 16, 9:13am
She wasn’t jealous either.
Why would she be?
And if a richer guy shows up, don't be jealous!
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Since it's tough to run through an entire thread to find this, I figured I should make this a reference read, all on its own.
Original thread:
http://patrick.net/?p=1246407
Here's a trip report, emailed around, about an older guy, who's lost himself to the Philippines. For me, I do not believe in the expression, hindsight is 20/20. For me, it's more that that person's foresight was negligent. When I'm in my late 40s, I would not have gone through a similar crisis.
Traveler: "I'm 47 years old and in good health.
I’m not struggling with a mid-life crisis. Everything is, or was, going well for me.
I was satisfied with my life. I was happy and content, or I thought I was. So what the hell happened to me?
I have a good job. I was satisfied with it. I have a great wife, we almost never argue. We have two fine children, a boy and a girl, both in college. I make good money with cash in the bank. We have a nice house and a summer place on the beach. Even the pets, two cats and a dog, get along well together.
I went fishing to Canada once a year with my buddies, played tennis almost every weekend, golfed occasionally, movies with the family sometimes, cards with other couples once in a while, poker with the boys a couple of times a month, a night out with the guys once every blue moon, and sex with the wife once every two weeks or so.
Now I don’t give a damn about my current life. So what could have possibly turned my world upside-down? I went to Angeles City in the Philippines.
My downfall started several years ago when the three friends I go fishing with to Canada every year decided instead to go to Angeles City. They said they’d heard the streets were lined with sexy, young, and beautiful women, that all you had to do was show up with some cash in your pocket.
I’d heard those stories about other places in the world but I discounted them. I told them that was just a tall tale, but they insisted they were going. I couldn’t persuade them to change their minds. They attempted to convince me to go also but I wasn’t interested.
Their first trip was June 2001. They left grown men and returned little kids. They walked around most of the time with silly grins on their faces, and acted like they had a big secret they were just itching to tell everyone but couldn’t. When they were alone with the other guys, all they talked about was Angeles City. They told the wildest stories I’d ever heard. I quite frankly thought they had lost their minds, relating outrageous tales that couldn’t possibly be true.
One night my wife asked me if I had noticed anything different about my friends. When I told her I hadn’t, she said that my friends’ wives, all friends of hers, had told her their husbands had been acting a little strange ever since they returned from the last fishing trip.
I had lied to her. Of course I knew why they had been behaving strangely. The Philippines had done it to them. My friends were ten years old again, always carrying that goofy grin on their faces. I couldn’t understand how one trip to that place could cause so many changes in them.
They went the next year too, in June 2002. This time they returned with photographs. They had shots with two or three girls in the pool at their hotel, in restaurants, even in their rooms. The girls were gorgeous, sexy and young. They weren’t lying about that.Those photographs were their prized possession. They would excitedly jab a finger at one of the pictures and their voices would jump an octave while they related one of their stories. It was really strange behavior for normally mature men in their forties.
They described sex acts with those girls that I had only dreamed about, things that I couldn’t even mention to my wife. She would have left me instantly if I had even remotely suggested it might be fun to have a threesome with another female. I can just about guarantee you those kinds of subjects are never broached with a white, middle-class, Baptist wife.
Despite their photos, the vivid descriptions and graphic details of their latest adventures, I didn’t entirely believe their stories. I told them those things just don’t happen. I admitted they probably had sex with those girls, but I said I just didn’t believe they had two or three of those girls in the bed and had sex with them all at the same time.
My buddies lost interest in everything except talking about Angeles City and planning their next trip. My wife noticed the changes too, asking why I wasn’t playing tennis or golfing with the guys anymore. I just told her that they had gotten busy doing other things lately. She gave me one of those “Oh yeah?†looks. She knew something was awry but since normalcy was still the standard in our house, she didn’t push me on the subject.
It was a few months after their second trip to the Philippines that the guy that worked in the same company with me, separated from his wife. He was the first one.I was shocked when my wife told me about it. His wife had been over to my house, crying on my wife’s shoulder, really balling her eyes out my wife said. She told my wife she didn’t understand her husband anymore, they hadn’t had sex in months, he had been really weird and that she had no idea why he wanted to leave her.
My friend refused to explain anything to his wife. He wouldn’t discuss it with his two kids who were already grown and out of the house. He just took off, leaving his wife alone.
I wondered if the Philippines had pushed him over the edge. I talked to him, asking him if he was sick or something. He replied that he didn’t want to be married anymore. I told him it was those trips to the Philippines that had screwed him up. I remember his response clearly to this day,
“You don’t understand. You just don’t understand. You have to go there to understandâ€.
Shortly thereafter he filed for divorce. I talked to him again, telling him he was stupid for throwing away everything he had worked for the last twenty-five years or so. He just sat there with a hang-dog look, slowly nodding his head back and forth. He acted like he was being coerced to do something against his will, yet in his next breath when he mentioned Angeles City, he was instantly transformed, happy and grinning again.
I thought he was just a weak individual with no self-control or self-discipline. I told him bluntly he was just letting the little head do the thinking for the big head and that he should grow up and get over it. He told me that wasn’t it and repeated that I just had to go there to understand. It was all completely beyond my comprehension.They made their third trip to Angeles City in June 2003. When they returned, all they talked about was going again. All they cared about was getting back to Angeles City. It was their sole topic every time I saw them. Their behavior and attitudes were totally alien to me.
The guy that worked in the company with me was now divorced. Within two weeks of returning from their third trip, another one of the guys left his wife. My wife began wondering out loud about those fishing trips to Canada but she never confronted me directly.
In February of this year, my company sent a team of us to Japan on business. The friend that was now divorced was a member. We had planned to spend two weeks in Japan. As it turned out, we finished in a week. My friend suggested we take a jaunt down to the Philippines. I told him I wasn’t interested but he persisted until I relented.I wasn’t concerned in the least about what the Philippines might do to me. What had happened to my friends wouldn’t happen to me. So what if there are young sexy girls in the Philippines? So what if I could have sex with them? I wasn’t worried. I wasn’t going to Angeles to have sex with those women. Some of those girls in Angeles were my daughter’s age. I couldn’t have sex with women that young, no way! I couldn’t even imagine having sex with women that young. I was going to merely see what all the fuss was about.
So now I have been back from Angeles City almost three months. I thought a trip to the Philippines wouldn’t phase me. I was wrong. I thought I could return to my normal life without any disruptions. I was wrong. I assumed when I returned home, the memories of the trip would fade. I was wrong. I thought I would be able to deal with whatever Angeles City threw at me. I was totally wrong!
I understand my friends now. Everything they told me is true. When we get together, we howl and laugh and slap each other on the back. We tell the same stories over and over. We are closer friends now than ever before, almost brothers. We are members of a special group, for we have been to Angeles City!!!!
My friend took me to the Champagne Club first. He was well known there, several girls squealing, laughing, grabbing him and greeting us as we walked in the door. In no time at all he had introduced me to four or five stunning beauties; and I could take one, two or all of them home with me? It was something I’d never thought possible. Within five minutes of entering the Champagne Club, I had succumbed to the charms of Angeles City. I didn’t realize it then but I was already lost forever.
All I want now is to go again. I dream of the first night in Angeles City that changed my life forever. I had two gorgeous, sweet girls, naked with me in the hotel swimming pool, taking showers with me, all three of us nude in the bed, doing things I had hardly even read about in racy novels.
Or I dream of the time I stayed with Maricel, only twenty years old with a soft, sexy, purring voice that will melt you like an ice cube in the hot Philippino sun. She has a body and face that would win beauty contests in the United States.We were together four glorious days and nights. We spend most of the days around the hotel pool, swimming, throwing the beach ball back and forth and splashing water. She would wrap her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck and pull me close while we were lounging in the water. Sitting by the pool she was always near me, touching me or holding my hand. Frequently she crawled up in my lap, playing with my ears or hair and kissing me on the neck, face and lips.
She was the most loving, affectionate and accommodating woman I’d ever met in my life. My wish was her command. She would run get my cigars, go to the store to pick up snacks for the room and take the dirty clothes to the laundry. You name it, she did it for me. She never complained about anything, not once in four days.We made love in the morning when we woke up. Usually in the late afternoon we’d make love again. At night we’d go out to eat and then go bar hopping. Afterwards we’d return to the hotel and make love again. She always wanted to sleep close to me, throwing an arm and a leg over my body. Sometimes I would just lay there listening to her soft breathing next to my ear while she slept. It was heaven!
She wasn’t jealous either. When we were in the clubs, I could call other girls over, buy them drinks and talk to them. She would sit close, always touching me while she joined in the conversations. She even told me it was ok if I wanted to take another girl with us.
Can you imagine a white woman volunteering to bring another chick home for sex? I thought I was dreaming. This couldn’t be happening. This young beautiful lady was willing to share me with another girl, at the same time? I told her “No†because I was so enraptured of her, I didn’t want to share her with anyone, not even another girl.
We were making love three times a day, sometimes more. During the day she would sometimes whisper in my ear, “Honey, let’s go inside.†We did it everywhere imaginable in the room, on the desk, on the floor, sitting on the couch, in the shower, everywhere! We even did it in the hotel pool late one night.
Any kind of sex I wanted was OK with her. In fact she showed me some things I’d never done before. If you can imagine it, I think we did it. Our love-making was indescribable!Never in my life had I felt like this. I had boundless energy the entire trip, even though I was sleeping only three or four hours a night. I feel twenty years younger now. I am full in spirit. I am alive!!!
Angeles City is amazing. Everyone smiles and greets you wherever you go, even the girls on the street. They hooted and hollered when I walked into the clubs where I was known. The guys living there were friendly. You could easily meet them anywhere, in the clubs, outdoor bars, Kokomo’s and other restaurants. They would spend time drinking a beer, chatting and relating their life experiences with you. I wanted to be like them. I wanted to live their lives.When I was in Angeles City, I was a new person. The world as I knew it had ceased to exist. I could speak freely. I didn’t have to modify my behavior for fear of repercussions. People left me alone. I could do just about anything I wanted and wouldn’t be criticized – there was no politically-correct bullshit in Angeles City.
I didn’t have to get up early and drag myself to work every day. I didn’t have a demanding boss looking over my shoulder. I didn’t have those relentless monthly bills that are unavoidable at home. I didn’t have to worry about changing the oil in the cars, cutting the grass, fixing the roof or catering to the wife’s needs. Hell, I didn’t even have to take out the garbage.I had miraculously escaped the rat race and the suffocating restrictions American society imposes on all of us.
Angles City!!!! This is the way it is supposed to be! I am free! I control my destiny!So after one trip to Angeles City, I found I was locked into my life at home, a life I didn’t want anymore. I thought I had lost my mind. My behavior changed, just as my friends’ did. My wife started asking me what was wrong with me. I could see the worried look on her face. She was concerned for my mental health. I wouldn’t, couldn’t explain anything to her. She suggested I see a psychiatrist. I did, explaining in much greater detail than here.While I talked for over an hour, the doc sat there with this incredulous look on his face. I wondered if he was deciding if I was a complete lunatic or planning his first trip to the Philippines.
He told me I wasn’t crazy, advising me to grow up, get over it and get on with my life, the same thing I had told my friends. Ironically I found myself repeating, just as my friends had to me,
“You don’t understand. You just don’t understand. You have to go there to understandâ€.
Going to the doctor didn’t do much good. I did decide I hadn’t totally lost my marbles, but I had lost interest in everything I had held dear before.
The job? The hell with it. I don’t care anymore. I still go to work because I have to. Believe me, if it wasn’t required, I wouldn’t set foot in the office another day. I have another 15 years to work before I’m eligible to retire. I don’t think I can last that long. Physically I’m ok. Mentally, I shudder to think I have to work another fifteen years before I can retire to the Philippines.
My hobbies? Tennis anyone? Screw it, I never play the game anymore. Fishing? I’ll give you my rods and reels, just drop by the house some afternoon. Golf? My clubs can turn to rust for all I care. Playing cards with the wife and friends? No thanks, it’s boring. Poker with the guys? Yeah but we just drink and talk about the Philippines. I seldom see a movie and I never watch TV anymore.
I had never spent a lot of time on the computer at home before I went to Angeles City but I do now, always checking the bulletin boards. I crave any information at all about the place. I cruise the Angeles City and bar web sites, looking at all the photos and devouring any news about the town. When the wife’s out of the house or sleeping, I chat with the girls I know there.I haven’t had sex with my wife since I returned from the Philippines. I’m not interested in sex with her anymore. We don’t even sleep in the same bedroom now. My wife has done nothing wrong but she’s losing me, 27 years of marriage down the toilet. She’s aware it’s happening but doesn’t understand why or how to stop it.
I am thrown into depression and despair when I hear her crying and sobbing through the wall at night, yet at the same time I’m wishing she would finally go to sleep so I can sneak off to the computer and chat with the girls in Angeles City. We are on the road to divorce and like my friends before me, it’s entirely my fault, yet I am powerless to change anything.
I know I can not go back to being the man I was previously. I admit to you I don’t even want to go back to my prior life, for I have been to the Elysian Fields. I am obsessed with returning. The desire to be on the streets, and in the bars in Angeles City is an overpowering drug I can not control. I can’t wait until I get on the plane again. It’s all I dream of.
I dislike myself though, for not being strong enough to resist the siren call of Angeles City. I abhor the thoughts, emotions and desires that lure me back to Fields Avenue, yet in the next second, my spirit soars and I am smiling again as I think of my next trip, but I hate myself for ruining my family’s lives. Sometimes I cry too, knowing what I will ultimately do to them.
Yet my thoughts about Angeles City never dissipate. I care to talk only of my experiences there. I am irresistibly drawn to Fields Avenue just as lemmings are to the sea. All I want is to get back to what was heaven on earth for me. It is the sole reason for my existence anymore.
If you are happy now, don’t go to Angeles City. Angeles City will destroy your life. Once you have visited that town, you will lose interest in everything and everyone at home. Every waking hour you will spend plotting to return again, and again, and again, and again.
I am an Angeles City junkie now, addicted until I die.
Don’t go to Angeles City. Don’t ruin your life as I have done. "