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Her saliva like sweet wine. Her aroma and sweat, intoxicating. Skin smooth. Perfectly symmetrical breasts, spotless and fit. God made only her imperfections mental and an attitude to suit.
The Passport Bros had a mission...Go where you're wanted. A Black man's heaven was recommended to be in the Philippines. Escape the western plantation. Find the triforce of femininity, fitness and submissiveness.
On the hunt for the wifey I was led to the Philippines, a third world country that gave me the greatest culture shock to date, one of the hardest, mentally enduring trips I've taken, in a country nothing like I've been in. It made me question how people could live a life in a place like this long term? A Miami city boy was completely out of his element. I put my ad up on Okcupid and found a hundred interested suitors. Ranging from single moms, the desperate, virgins and those who couldn't care less about my crusade.
Vices and virtues, if we're all plagued by one, then my lover in question was a slave to sloth. Unmotivated, lazy and energy draining. Allow me to tell you the story of the woman I made the greatest gamble on so far. A blessing turned curse. A selfish leech who was only took and never learned to give. A little backstory to begin, this was my third solo trip to the Philippines like before i was talking to women on okcupid and a few of them have caught my interest in particular i heard great stories and testimonies from the Passport Bros about the Filipinas and their quest to fulfillment and so much this is a story of me trying to transcend my limits to see if i can find a woman whose relationship worthy or wife worthy.
Enter Kim, the Filipina of Iloilo Island.
Though she wasn't my first choice. I have grown to like Kim. Her beauty. Her modest body count I figured, a girl who's only been with one man surely could love her second. Her taste in anime and fitness were a bonus too. Kim caught my interest on Okcupid. Not only was she attractive but she seemed to have a modest background. With a body count of 1 and being in only one long term relationship, supposedly and showing extensive interest in conversation. We spoke and she told me a few things she liked, like food and sour gummies and anime. So as I was in the United States preparing for my trip, I made a couple of runs to Walgreens and dumped a ton of sour candy in my suitcase. We spoke for a few weeks before my departure though I had no intention at the time to see her or go to Iloilo, my initial plan was to mostly stay in Manila and date my primary choices there and then head to Cebu City if I got bored. I figured I should bring some rare gifts from America for the women I'd meet overseas. So including the sour candy, I packed a Pikachu 25th Anniversary Pokémon Card. I also packed a Pikachu 25th Anniversary Pokémon Card and a rare Pokemon pom beanie hat.
The time came to depart to Manila, when I arrived I cleared my six day itinerary in a mere two days. The Philippines was rough, it wasn't a typical vacation, there were better and more popular Asian countries to visit. But this is a place known for the people. The city was dull and it was far more impoverished and third world than anything I've seen in my life. It lacked color and uneven roads and rusted metal scrap buildings were abundant.
I spoke to Kim almost every single night and would tell her the things i've been doing and showing are the things that i've been experiencing and she made a notion that i should come see her in Iloilo that she didn't have the means to travel to see me in Manila or Cebu, most of the these girls were poor or just getting by, that I already knew. One drunken night, I told her that if she wants me so bad she should declare her love for me. And if she said that I may consider seeing her. I wanted a voice message, I wanted to hear it, I supposed I longed to hear it, even if it was coerced and ungenuine. Ultimately, it was a gamble to see someone to go out of my way to travel to a city to get on an airplane just for one single person and it would be the craziest thing I would have done. But Iloilo City had a ton of things to do but no hostels, so if I went I truly would be a solo traveler, no foreigners to join in. It’d be her and me.
So Kim sends a voice message saying:
“I love you, I want to see you.”
It seemed kinda monotone but I was like whatever, I wasn’t expecting Hollywood level voice acting.
Multi City Hopping
The first travel mistake I made was booking a lot of round trip flights that were set in stone as well as hotel reservations. This made it so I had to commit to certain places and locations even if I could be somewhere or someplace better. I found myself getting bored waiting, waiting for people to be available, waiting to move to the next location or not wanting to abandon me prepaid hotels or flights. The other solo travelers were not set in stone. They rented day by day and they took one way flights to wherever they wanted to go. I found myself really bored in Manila so I decided to do a last minute trip to Cebu City, taking the loss on a round trip flight from Iloilo early and only used one of three nights at the nice hotel I was staying at. At this point I already agreed to meet Kim in Iloilo. But I had to wait four days in Manila until then, so with those four days I added a new adventure, and new dates in Cebu City. Where arguably I should have stayed the remainder of my trip.
It was sexual curiosity, it was the idea of a bond. It was the promise not to flake, the promise to show up. The promise to spend every single day of the seven days together. It was her saying that she wanted a long distance relationship. I've sacrificed half of my vacation, 7 out of 16 days for this average Filipina from Iloilo city. Upon arrival, I quickly saw that Iloilo city was something different. The city was full of bright street lights paired with multi-colored lanterns. Some of the buildings were more modern, some seemed to mimic Western modern style architecture and American looking homes. I had a good feeling that Heaven, the Heaven I sought, the quest of the Passport Bros was here. Love, purpose and more was waiting for me on this island, a place where I'll break all my curses. Within 1 hour of arriving in Iloilo city, I found what I was looking for in the most twisted way. I checked into the Figtree hotel. Kim wasn't too far behind me, she arrived within an hour. The first thing she did was come onto my bed and curl into a ball. She proceeded to go to sleep while I was freshening up in the bathroom after a long flight. The girl who was talking to me for so long didn't show much initial excitement, to be expected I had this similar effect on first dates. No matter how much you talk online the first physical meet is going to be like starting from zero. It was at this moment a red flag would go unnoticed on my end.
Kim really didn't open up until I ordered some Jollibees and all of a sudden she was wide awake. She was now ready to participate to talk and engage. We played Youtube trivia guessing theme songs from early 2000s cartoons and I had won. Winner and Loser get a kiss. But first, I rummaged through my suitcase and presented to her two of the three gifts. First was the sour candy and then a little later the Surfing Pikachu 25th Anniversary Pokemon Card. And then while moving around in bed kissing and talking she was then like "you wanna have a quickie". Proceeds to raw sex.
This will be the most effort she would ever put into sex on his very first meeting on the very first day. She said she hasn't had it for a year so maybe she was eager but after that it seemed that she didn't need or desire it anymore. More on that later…
During sex. She became a completely different person. Vulgar and offensive. Spilling details about her ex. "Oh we fu*ked everyday". "Oh I’ve been sexually indoctrinated" or “ How did you fuck other girls in your past….do this…do that . The sweet Shy Kim was a complete beast upon penetration. She would do some work and was very reluctant to provide pleasure back. I didn't notice it since it was the first time but I was doing all the work. I said it's our first time together so let's discover each other out to see our likes and dislikes. I told her I probably won't cum or finish, because I rarely ever do, especially the first time with someone but she took that as some sort of personal challenge and after an hour or so when she tried her "best" and I didn't finish she proceeded to say something was wrong with me. Not being the first time I heard this from someone in the bedroom, be it lover turned enemy. In the spur of love making and her moans. I asked her:
“So you didn’t answer me before?
“Yes?” She said in a semi penetrated and aroused state.
“So, do you wanna be my girlfriend”?
She says “I said yes” as her moans grow louder.
“Well that was easy,” I thought to myself .I wondered if I ever asked any girl I first had sex with that question if I’d get a yes. I believe I mostly would have, I just never used my masculine ability to create relationships, waiting for sure signs that never came.
The moment reaches peak arousal, I told her I loved her and she said the same in return. Though technically she said it first, this was the first in person exchange.
Day 2
When it came to releasing semen, I'd let the devil into my thoughts, her doubts and the words of the women of the past. I assured her I'd go to the urologist and check it out. There was a clinic and a hospital in walking distance and medical services were cheaper in the Philippines so it was prime time to check it out. So I went to QualityMed, a hospital across the street a minute's walk and spent about a few hours waiting. It was about 800 pesos to see the urologist but they didn't even take my money because after talking with the doctor and explaining my situation he basically said "there's nothing wrong with your body it's purely psychological. You can release semen on your own and have before." He then referred me to a psychologist across the hall and his assistant walked me over. Another few hours of waiting, I left. I told Kim there was nothing wrong and never followed up with the psych evaluation. I thought to myself. A nod to Philippine healthcare, I would have spent hundreds of dollars in the U.S for the same appointment. Not only was it affordable but you don't pay for consultation or if no service was rendered, so that's a plus but did I really just do this because of a girl who taunted my ability to ejaculate?" I told her sex improves the more you do it with someone, first won't be like the second, second won't be like the 100th.
Meanwhile, she didn't even cum yet I didn't doubt her or send her off to the gynecologist. She didn't even know what her cum looked like. Highly doubt the pool vaginal fluids on my bed where she lay was exactly that. Saying things like "well my ex saw it. It can be clear or gooey or thick and white, from what he said". But she had mentioned this man far too many times for someone she said she cut off and moved on from. Only for him to call her laying in my bed, she didn't even try to hide it. The phone rang and she said "oh it's my ex,and proceeded to drop the call". When I inquired about it. She said she only cut off his gifts and they still talk regularly, as friends.
"Sure…" I thought to myself
"They guy you dated for five years and fucked everyday supposedly is now just your "friend".
I didn't peer into it anymore than that but the red flags were piling up.
Our second night was much better…for her. This time, she didn't put in any effort. No oral. Didn't get on top. She said she was tired from school, and just wanted to lie there. She was like"
You can just f*ck me and I'll lie down.
And that was after an expensive dinner date in which she was always enthusiastic and upbeat about. To add insult to injury she even said things like "don't bother I know you can't cum". My ex cummed in me many times. Blah blah blah. Calendar method…xyz. Kudos for being a risk taker since abortion and birth control is illegal in the Philippines, a country that has a single mom epidemic. When sleeping with her I was sweaty from head to toe and she didn't break a sweat. Her performance in bed was like her performance in this relationship: she merely sat back and relaxed and enjoyed the pleasures and spoils.
At the end of the night when I called her a taxi home she messaged the usual. "I got home, love you babe" followed by a sexual review "this time was so much better. We just have to open up to each other". I agreed, only because I went ape mode and she just lied there.
Day 3
She told me over dinner on the third day that her name meant princess in Japanese. That she loved being given princess treatment which is a red flag when any American girl says it….
Let's talk about the elephant in the room. A big fat red elephant.
There were a few things about Kim that struck me the wrong way about Kim. She always spoke about her ex, all the things he would do, all the places her ex drove around. If we spoke about food she would randomly drop things like:
“I spent 50% of his money and my money on food.”
She seems to be heavily fixated on food and eating. She never showed interest in doing any of the dates I had in mind. Like day trips. Museums, bars or clubs. She only would make snide remarks like: I've already done that with my ex, or I've been there before I don't like that place. Or even if I mentioned a cool restaurant I came across she would say "I've already eaten there before, I rather eat…(insert place here). I started to realize that Kim is what you will call a food whore back in the United States. Girls who mostly offered no value but sex after a good meal and even the sex was 50/50 toss up and not guaranteed. The difference was at least the food whores back home would have good sex with you after it was all said and done and wouldn’t be a sloth in the bedroom.
She had a type, foreign men. If Black, a plus, but not necessary. But more particularly her simp ex who spoiled her set the bar for her future relationships. In a country where most people get by on jeepneys, taxis, and walking in the heat. She got used to a particular lifestyle that most girls in the Philippines weren’t getting. She was receiving top 20% of spoils, though having nothing to offer or give herself. I told her even in America. The average couple would have dinner once a week, and even that can range from $60 to $100 US Dollars. For her to ask for dinner every day was odd. For her to not wanna do anything I wanted was odd. For her to want to keep the relationship low-key and have no desire to take photos or videos with her "new boyfriend " was odd. Like getting a shiny new car and telling no one about it. I then asked myself a question. Who was running this relationship? Who has authority in this relationship? I was doing all the work but she was calling all the shots.
The red flags would present themselves bit by bit over the course of days, that Kim wasn't the innocent girl that I thought she was nor was she the wifey material that I believed her to be. All this would develop over the course of five days, during our physical meetings. I had to confront her, on the very next day. The very next date. This was no relationship, just another prolonged date where two parties figure out if they should date or go separate ways, that’s what dating is. It qualifies both for a relationship.
The List of Grievances
That morning I woke up and I chose violence, I was prepared to dump her. I had five main issues I wished to dump her for. I had written them down and rehearsed my lines in the bathroom all day.
Here were those five grievances
Gift?
Authority
Sacrifice
Her Ex
Love and Respect
Each point naturally led into the other and I'll elaborate on the exact conversation. With sacrifice being the most important point of all. Though I kept the same behavior that day she sensed something was off.
Thinking I was sick or not interested in hanging out. Her female sixth sense was tingling and sensed the danger to come. She would even double text a lot today, saying things like: "Are we still on? If not, I'll just go home. And indeed that’s exactly what she’d do. I had to address this food madness, especially since we’ve yet to do a single thing I wanted to. Anything I ever desired was ignored.
She only thought of herself and her stomach. Nothing of my needs or the man who came from far and wide to see her. What she thought would be another unreasonable dinner would be a critique of selfish and unreasonable behavior from the day we met. I even let some people know what I was planning and if my reasoning was just.
Day 5: The Confrontation
That night when she knocked on the door, just at the sight of her, the smell of her I started to lose my resolve. I gathered my composure and we sat in silence for a minute. What seemed like the longest minute. I kept a calm tone all throughout and just sat her down. Even offered her some Skittles to soften the blow. I changed my strategy. I didn't want to end things but improve them. Hopefully if our relationship was true and real she'd be open to my complaints, frustrations but mostly my feelings. Oh how wrong I was?
She opened: "So, where are we eating?"
And I waved my hand and said hold on. We gotta talk about some stuff.
So firstly. Where's my gift?
To which she responded, I don't have it. With only two days left. She still didn't even attempt to find me something. Even when I gave her taxi money that ended up being a prepaid ride so she pocketed my money. She could have bought me something with that even if she had no money. It wasn't the gift that mattered, it was the thought. Her excuse was that she hadn't gone to the city yet. But we were in the city. There's street vendors all around in the Philippines. She's always at SM mall which is within walking distance of my hotel. The area I was staying was near nightclubs, two major malls, fancy restaurants, and a major hospital all within walking distance. I asked her how many gifts I've given her since we met. I told her a story about giving, and how it should not be asked or it would be reluctant. That it's in someone's natural being to give or not. I told her from an early age I would always take the little money my father would give me and give it to my mother. Or if I had received a bag of candy from someone as a kid. I'd eat some and save the rest for my brothers.
Kim just bragged about shopping at the mall the day prior.
Kim was the type of girl to clearly have bag of candy in her purse and snack on it and not offer you any. And she's done so before. The next point brought was sacrifice.
Kim always complained about doing any work or pleasing in the bedroom she never wanted to get on top she never wanted to give oral she never wanted to do anything she would just say lie there and f*** me you do all the work. After it was done she'd have the audacity say why I was all sweaty and taunt me saying 'I know you can't cum anyway." She had no respect and if so her actions and words didn't convey it.
I continued with my interrogation, i asked her who do you think has authority in the relationship: the man or the woman? She then answered it's 50/50. And I said "oh, that's interesting, do you think our relationship is 50/50? She nodded yes. I responded: What have you done for me? What have you given me? What have you sacrificed? Is our relationship even 60/40? 70/30 or even 90/10?
I told her all the sacrifices I made to be with her that i gave her half of my vacation to spend time with her and be at our relationship that i gave up the money i could have been making in Miami right now that i pay for hotel room that i pay for all her dinners that i paid for her taxi rides home so she can get home safely and sound that I went to the urologist for 3 to 4 hours just to they can tell me that it was nothing wrong with me.
I then moved to my final point. You can't even sacrifice your ex, not out of respect for yourself or respect for me…
I then told her boldly:
"Block him right now."
And she said "I won't talk to him. " and I then repeated myself: "I want to see you delete and block him." To which she refused. Not a single sacrifice
Then she received multiple calls. One was her friend, speaking in Hiligaynon or Tagalog, something I couldn't understand. She was planning a bailout. The second call, she pretended to be alert. Saying she had to go, that it was a medical emergency. Her friend was having a heart issue and is at the hospital…
I told her that's rather odd timing.
She then showed me her phone and said "yeah my friend is calling me now I have to go. I'll call you when I'm home"
She kissed me on the cheek, then went home without asking for a taxi and I knew at that point I probably wouldn't see her again.
She then sent me two messages on Instagram saying she'll call me when she's home. I simply read them, within two minutes she unsent the messages but I already screenshotted it as proof. Then she unfollowed me. And then she blocked me a minute later. I then confronted her on whatsapp a few minutes later. Here's the bizarre convo below:
All within five minutes. She had an alleged medical emergency and was getting off social media. This lying fool couldn't even admit she blocked me when I can see her active profile on other accounts till this day.
My gifts and candies. My patience and thoughtfulness. My forgiveness and mercy. My money, time and travel to a far away distant land. My dedication, all for an ungrateful sloth who couldn't bother to think of me or regard my feelings. Who was quick to dish out criticism and judgment but couldn't handle a fraction of it herself. The wifey, the girlfriend, is not in the Philippines. She couldn't apologize or fight for me or the supposed love. Love is patient. Love is kind, it does not envy, it does not boast. Yet all her boasts were detrimental to all involved. For the fruit of the spirit is love, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness and self control. Faithfulness and self control, something she'd lack. Something the true wifey would possess and the standard of all future dates.
I was silent about the dates and sacrificed my past daily to move forward and her she couldn't even sacrifice her ex. Comedic.
A special text From Sam to Kim:
Do you remember the first message I sent on Okcupid?
I'm a man of my word. If i say something I always follow up.
Kim’s greatest flaw wasn’t her laziness or lack of enthusiasm, it was her ability to put anyone else above herself for even a moment, lackling all submissiveness. Here in the text below we can see that Kim hasn’t done a thing for any other man of her past and probably will be a lesson for her future.
This was merely Date 210. It lasted as long as the usual date story. I march forth regardless through the shadow valley. Mother, Father and Heaven on his side. I leave my love life in God's hands.
A Bonus Date, 211
Two days after that, I headed back to Manila. I came across a single mom from Okcupid who I had small conversation with. The single mom lets call her Z. I wasn't too interested in her initially but since she helped and lent an ear with the Kim situation, she became the final date and interest of the Philippines. I had asked her if she could bring my an earring back for me, since mine fell out that morning and some snacks. When Z came she brought everything I asked and more. She had brought me a gift. To my surprise it was a KISS band t-shirt from the one time I commented on it from her Tiktok video. The shirt was hanging on her wall and I completely forgot about it. In a mere moment she already made Kim look like trash. We spent time together, a little first base intimacy but that's all. She even gave me a full body massage. Started with my back, then arms, then legs, then head then beard. And she didn't complain, in return I also gave her a back massage and had dinner at a Japanese sushi restaurant downstairs. In my room she'd stare at me and smile and wouldn't say a word. As if in pure appreciation or awe. It was a look few girls ever gave. A look I only saw at a nightclub right before a girl agreed to makeout with you then the night concluded, I had to prepare for my flight back to Miami. Though not my ideal type, I suppose our desires are our own undoing. We're all chasing what eludes us, what could bring us to an early grave.
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