I left this post in limbo for a few weeks because I was a bit drunk when I first wrote it. Well now I’m a bit drunk again so what the hell.
Reading this site for a few weeks (before all the DT stuff) it seems that the most bitter and angry posts are from western men who have got themselves entangled with filipinas and their families. I am curious… why? What is the attraction?
For the record and full disclosure, I came here in 2004, husband in tow, I had a good job and I thought things were fine. Within a few months I suspected he had taken up with someone else, and late in 2006 this was confirmed. A GRO working somewhere on Burgos Street.
I didn’t waste much time, kicked the asshole out but that was a long time coming in any event. I suppose he could have stayed here with his hooker but he didn’t have the funds. No clue where he is now and don’t care, and that was after about a 20 year relationship. Shit happens.
So in the meantime… I met and dated some nice western men. A couple of retired US marines, a Swiss chef, an Australian engineer. Nice guys, transient. With few exceptions, they had “dated” very young filipino women and told me they had nothing in common, but of course — beautiful young bodies I guess.
When I read this site and the histories, they ring familiar. One of the first guys, I met in Boracay. We sat at a seaside bar and he pointed out that the women across the bar were staring daggers at me — I wouldn’t have noticed. He took me to his friend’s wedding the next day up the beach. The 60 year old retired marine marrying a 19 year old girl named Princess. Wanna guess how that worked out? I saw the guy a couple years later and he was broke, playing pool in a shitty bar in Makati while Princess flaunted her new boobs and braces, and boasted about the house he had built, that her extended family had over-run and the guy was eventually kicked out or he left out of despair.
Also for the record, I cannot imagine or entertain the the thought of dating a filipino, for all sorts of reason which I won’t get into. But certainly the culture would be the main one.
My sister’s ex comes here every year to find his next ex-wife. He is the same age as me, early ’60s, and so far seems to have had about 30 fiancees in the last decade. He always goes home alone.
Why am I even writing this? Because I really don’t get it. I lived in Makati for 10 years and could not get my head around the 60-70 year old men carrying babies on their backs while their young wives/girlfriends walked behind them absorbed in their iPhones.
Happily I have a plan to leave this absurd country where nobody gives a shit about anything or anyone except themselves. In the meantime, your stories about your filipina spouses are entertaining to say the least.
I hope this post does not come off as arrogant but if it does I offer no apologies. I think I’ve paid my dues. But seriously, I wish you all well.