By The Hunger
Last weekend was memorable. I got my first Filipino flag as well as my first Asian flag along the way. I realized that I’m a few flags behind the eight-ball when it comes to Asian girls – I’m holding Europe and European women responsible.
My flagging chronology must have started in reverse to most travelers because mine has always been very much a European affair. I was just telling a mate of mine a week before, “I don’t have any Asian flags.” He asked, “How is that possible?” looking at me as if I were flagicapped. “Not sure, I mean I’ve hooked up with Asian girls but no shagging.” Having a girlfriend when I traveled to the handful of Asian countries I’ve been to is another reason.
I had heard a myriad of similar tales to this one about Asian women, before this significant flagging episode. It was another cracking weekend in Bahrain. I digress…
A couple of mates and I arrived at a club and straight away we ran into some girls that we had met the week before. It made for an easy opener for my wingman, Sadiq (an American buddy from work) and myself as we slotted into this transnational table. From the start, things went phenomenally well albeit with a slight misunderstanding on my part.
With a mix of nationalities that one would expect to find in a UN car park were: Kuwaiti, Senegalese, Ethiopian, Kenyan, Canadian, and two Filipinos. Sadiq and I slotted in between the Filipinos. My girl and I liked each other from the start, talking and joking with ease. Almost a little too easily, this and the fact that she had joked she was a “Mama-san” left me a bit puzzled with my limited knowledge about Asian women.
Unfortunate I thought – she’s pretty, fun and just the right amount of crazy, but she might be a Faux Flag. I parlayed these concerns to my wing, he told me I was mad. But I still didn’t know for sure. She didn’t seem like a pro at all, but why had she told me she was a Mama-san?
Lesson 1: Filipino girls are fun.
More dancing and flirting continued, things were going well for my mate and his girl too. We needed some more drinks, I thought, and disappeared off to the bar. Only problem was, it was one of those marathon bar-waits, it could have been twenty minutes, I’ll never know. All I know is Sadiq came over just as the drinks arrived and told me that the girls had taken off because they had to work in the morning. “Damn!” what a rookie mistake, but the good news was still to come: Sadiq got his girl’s number before they left; this link would be my lifeline
The next day Sadiq sent them a text on our behalf to meet again that night, she called back within a minute. No games again.
Lesson 2: Fewer games.
Later that night, we cruised over to the same bar as the night before and the two Filipinos were supposed to meet us there. As luck would have it, only my girl came. It was a little awkward at first as it was just the three of us, but it didn’t take long to revive the mood from the previous night as we danced, drank and partied until leaving to a new place. We hopped in the back of the cab and kissed on the way over as Sadiq took shotgun, chatted to the driver and practiced his Arabic
The next place, Ground Zero, is an after-hours club where folks go to continue their diet of hedonism before calling it a night. Ms. Filipino, Sadiq, and I caught up with some other friends of ours. One of my friends who has a penchant for Filipinos, especially hot ones (who doesn’t) cockblocked me for about 20 minutes. “Goddamn you are hot” was his way of saying hello; I cringed for I had seen this game before. Bahrain makes people do strange things, maybe it’s because hot girls are an eye-catching minority, or maybe because this guy is just a chode at heart. Either way, it’s about manners. I’m not an advocate of the death penalty per se, but first-degree cockblockers should get the death penalty, plain and simple. To his credit he did apologize afterwards.
After this speed bump was passed, we went to the VIP section of the club, sat down and indulged in my second greatest love: drinking/chatting/smoking cigarettes with a beautiful woman. I told her that I hadn’t hooked up with a Filipino before. She looked surprised and asked me what I thought of Filipino women. “To be honest,” I said, “I think a lot of them are gold-diggers.” She laughed and agreed.
We were getting a good buzz on by that stage so I suggested we go home. She nodded and asked if I was any good in bed? “Let’s find out,” then she laughed and said she hadn’t had sex in a month. I said, “That’s a crime.” We left.
Back at the hotel, we picked up where we had left off at the club, as overt public affection in the street isn’t a good move here in the Middle East. We were ready to rip each other’s clothes off by the time we got back. Luckily, my hotel was not even a 10 minute walk away.
I grabbed some bottles of water from the fridge and put on some tunes. When I came to bed, she was already waiting, naked. Cue romantic music.
Lesson 3: When a Filipino girl likes you, she really likes you.
It’s always a good sign when a girl looks even better in the morning than in the bar. Damn she looked good. We lay in bed most of the morning, very chilled, very fun. The next morning she asked me what I thought of Filipinos now, my smile communicated pages.
So what have I learnt from this experience? A lot. The next morning, a mate of mine was happy when I told him the news, “I get it, I get it,” I told him. He laughed and knew exactly what I meant.
This has changed everything.