O.k. I promised you guys that I would write up a field report last post but things changed for the better and this is no longer a field report but a lay report. Sorry it's kinda long but there are picture's for you guys with short attention spans.
Let me start by telling you I now live on an island. This island is a tourist destination for surfers, however it is not really known so it’s not a big Thailand McDonalds. Its small and there are maybe a maximum of 50 tourists a week. A perfect place for someone like me as it has a constant refresh of new people every week, as well as a small community of friends living together. However this week is a busy week as there is a big international surfing competition held here by Billabong. With the competition comes other entertainment for visitors and surfers. Things like battle of the band competitions and best of all beauty pageants. Because of my job I am working directly under the man who organizes all the events on the side of the Philippine government, rather than the Billabong side. And because of my past experience of being a Model here in the Philippines, my boss feels I am more than qualified to be a judge for these beauty contests.
The first time the contestants were shown to everyone was the day before the beauty contest when the national surfing competition here had just ended. Imagine prize money was already handed out; all the surfers were drunk and stoned already. Then they brought on 9 contestants onto the stage. It was pandemonium. Surfers + Alcohol + Weed + Beautiful girls = Chaos. There was shouting and cheering and laughing. I was introduced to them all before they went on stage. Anyway at the time I did not know I was going to be a judge until after it was all finished and my boss told me.
Afterward everyone went to one of very few bar’s here on the Island to get pissed since they had all won prize money. The model/beauty pageant contestants drove past and there was much cheering. Later four of them came to the bar and I dived right in and started talking and introducing myself to them. My social proof is high here as everyone knows me and everyone knows I get girls. A couple of my local friends are naturals and they joined in with the talking when the rest of the surfers stayed back and just peered at them across the bar. I started talking to one of the girls a good 8 or 9, Suzie. We chat, we drink, we play the question game, we talk about life on the island, we talk about modelling (commonality). Here she is, wearing white and maroon/red.
Soon though with such a big party going on people kept coming up to me and Suzie in the corner and giving us shots. Soon enough we were both really drunk. Friends of mine would shout at me across the bar, teasing me. “Jamie! You can’t be a judge anymore your going to be bias!” I ignored it and carried on talking with her. The question game started getting dirty, she’s asking the size of my dick and telling me do I want to fuck her tonight (People are more aggressive about sex here). I tell her yes I do, but since it is her first night out she is with her manager and friends and they are all watching carefully what is going on. Nonetheless I still kiss her but am stuck on how to leave with her without everyone knowing, I have no wingman. She then go’s to the toilet and I chat to some other people. When she returns one of my friends comes over and grabs her and takes her dancing. I’m recovering from a torn muscle in my knee so I can’t dance! Her buying temp is super high and 4-5 guys surround her, I tell myself to remain calm and wait it out.
It doesn’t pass. Then one of my friends offers to walk her home and as drunk as she was she complies. I however happen to know her hotel is a good 3000m from the bar and the other guy’s house is about 200m down the road. Luckily another new friend of mine an Aussie surfer was gaming another of the girls and offers to give that girl a ride in his pick up. I follow with my bike. Of course now the manager doesn’t know where his girls have gone. I find Suzie and my friend walking down the street talking with the Aussie guy and Suzie’s friend. Suzie is crying and I can’t think of what to do. Eventually after a few angry stares at my friend who tried to steal her, he gets the point and tells Suzie to ride with me back to her hotel. The guy is my good friend after all. Suzie gets on the back of my motorbike and hugs me nice and tight.
I am driving and get close to her hotel and I ask why she was crying. Apparently my boss had told her that if she slept with me she would be disqualified from the beauty contest held the next day. But her head is leaning on my shoulder and I stop my bike and pull over the side of the road and kiss her. I then take her to the beach out front of her hotel, which is dark and empty. We carry on kissing and I start escalating and eventually she’s holding me in her hand and I’m exploring her womanhood with my hand. All is going well but I’m still getting some LMR from her. I just flat out ignore it and keep going. We lie down on the beach and carry on kissing but the sand is getting awkward and my knee is making it very difficult to get up on top of her, as I cant extend it fully. After a terrible attempt she whispers that we should go back to my house. I agree against my better judgement since I know the mood is delicate and will easily be broken. On the other hand I can’t do it on the beach not with my knee not that way.
The next problem is my house is back past the bar, and that is the only road. She tells me to drive fast and I do however everyone is standing outside and they all start shouting at us and one person even threw a bottle at us. She starts saying that she should go back, but she is drunk and we are close to my place. So I tell her we are almost there and we get back to mine. There is more resistance this time when we get back to mine. I had to start the Kino escalation again to calibrate. After what felt like an impossibly long time I have her in her knickers on my bed, ready and willing. She then says she needs to go to the toilet. I let her go thinking its one of those chick things that they do before they have sex in the toilet that remains one of man’s greatest mysteries.
“I just puked”. She then lies down on my bed and passes out. I curse everything that went wrong. First the fact I was made a judge when I didn’t really want the job. Then getting too drunk. Then my boss telling her not to sleep with me, and me having to game extra hard to overcome that obstacle. After which she is almost snatched from under me, the crying, the beach, the knee, the bar and the shouting managers and other models, and now this. I sigh wake her up and take her back to her hotel. She apologizes to me and tells me she will see me tomorrow.
The next day is the day of the competition; I am driving around going to work and what not when I pass a van full of the girls parked on the street. They all start screaming and laughing when they see me and Suzie looks like she might die. That day every person I ran into was like “Jamie I heard you’ve been a naughty boy”. Nobody believes me that we didn’t have sex and my boss is pissed off at me. Everyone is teasing me and cheering at me. Everyone knows and it’s so embarrassing. I had no way of communicating with her however I knew she was going to be in the show later that evening. Skip forward to the evening at the contest. A big event with about 400 people watching. Everyone is watching me and all the surfers are smiling at me with An ‘Ahh I know what you did!’ kind of look.
When all the girls are introduced a big cheer went up when my girl came out on stage. “Jamie! Jamie! Jamie!” I could do nothing but hide my face. Later with the show going full swing. I do my best to be impartial. Then comes the question and answer part. And Suzie’s question; “If you had to chose between the crown of this competition and your love life what would you chose?” A huge uproar form my friends followed. I felt so bad for her. She must been taking shit from everyone that day; her manager, her friends and all sorts of other people. Worst of all she was killing the competition and the other judges were giving her high scores. Even her answer to that question was cleaver and original. She ended up winning which only made it worse for my situation.
After the show I go back stage to congratulate her and invite all the girls to join my friends in the bar after. They say they might come but are leaving the next day in the morning. Even then I am still thinking about winging my friends and setting them up with the others. In the end they never came. So instead that night I danced with this young innocent girl, its weird to think I’m not the kid drinking for the first time in a party. She’s telling me its her first time drinking ever, and she thinks I’m really attractive. She is talking a lot and I know she’s really drunk. Nonetheless the beast within me convinces her to head to the toilet (outside) and I follow, we sneak into the back garden area and make out. We get interrupted and I feel bad for taking such an advantage so I bid her farewell and head home.
The following night I am out with friends, it is getting late and one of my friends bids me goodbye and drives off. He returns 2 minutes later to tell me he just saw Suzie and three of her friends at the bar just next door. I pay my bill and head there. I am stopped however by a guy who is a sort of friend, however I do not really like him as he likes to assert his dominance over me at any possible chance. He asks where I am going and asks me to drive him home (while already climbing onto my bike). I tell him I am not taking him home, as it is ages away, but he can come with me to the other bar. We go there and sitting quietly in the other side is Suzie and her friends, the other girl who was with the Aussie and two of their gay assistant friends (I assume the make-up artists or whatever). They flat out ignore me and I sit down on another table and my friend remembers he forgot something and borrows my bike to go get it. I am left alone feeling like a total douche-bag.
By the time my friend returns they are already standing up to leave. My friend rushes over and tries to convince them to stay and drink one last drink with us. Suzie doesn’t even reply to my hello. Very reluctantly the four of them agree. I sit next to Suzie and she is flat out ignoring me turning her back on me, texting. There is an awkward silence and everyone is watching to see what I am going to do. In the end I cant think of what to do, I am being totally shut down. So they leave. I have no idea if they are staying on the island longer or not.
The next morning was the start of the big Billabong sponsored International surfing competition. It’s the biggest event of the year here and there are pro surfer’s from all over the world. The opening ceremony includes speeches from Governor’s, Mayors and an introduction of all the competitors. I realize that both Suzie and her friend are working as the two girls who give each surfer a lay of shells. I decided to be cold towards her. After the opening ceremony the girls ask me to take a picture with them. I approach them and say “Oh so now you’re talking to me.” But I realize she was ignoring me because she had an important job the next day. I ask her for her phone number and invite them to hang out on the beach with my friends and I later that day. They say they might. In the end they don’t come. Instead they come to the bar that night.
It is a little awkward at first she is hesitant to talk and I keep talking pushing through the resistance. I then hold her hand, she whispers that everyone is watching so I hide are hands by sitting closer to her. She apologizes to me about ignoring me, I tell her I really didn’t like being treated like that. Then things start getting a little over the top. I ask her what’s the happiest thing that’s happened in her life. She tells me it was meeting me! I tell her she must have a boring life for it to be that. I realize this girl really likes me. I tell her I want to take her away to the beach to watch the stars and relax. She agrees to the idea but leaving the bar with so many people aware of our situation is difficult. Fortunately her friend wants to leave as well, so I offer to give them both a ride back to their place. With both winner and runner up of the competition on my bike I ride them both back. Drop off the friend and take Suzie on a long detour back to my house. I grab a picnic mat and some small ipod speakers and drive her back around the detour to find a quiet beach.
We walk to the beach and walk about 100m arm in arm until we find a nice dark spot. It’s a tropical island and its really dark so the stars are particularly bright. We lie down and cuddle and kiss and after the usual LMR we have sex on the beach. Afterwards we sit and watch the stars and the cherry on top makes itself evident; a shooting star. Aww!
We see each other the next night and do it again on the beach. She’s still testing me; freeze outs and what not. None of it works on me and I still end up with her. We are continuing to text and now she’s sending me text’s in the morning; “Good morning” and in the evening “Good night”. I am not too pleased with this as I am not looking for anything that serious and she is obviously really attracted to me!
That is only one strange adventure this week here. Arriving a day from now is nine girls all of whom have qualified to be in Miss Earth 2009. I am expecting it to be a difficult but luckily my office is directing their tour here and I will be heavily involved in the events with them! Till next time guys.
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