A colleague from one of our offices overseas is in town for business. He usually deals with me, so he invited me for drinks after work. He said he's been to Manila several times, so I didn't have to play the role of a tour guide.
Steve is a typical young caucasian guy set loose in an accommodating Asian country - adventurous and horny. We hailed a cab, headed to Burgos Street in Makati, bar-hopped a bit before settling in one.
"Man, the girls here are sooo hot! C'mon take your pick," he said excitedly. I scanned the crowd. Everyone fit the stereotype. Morena, slim, straight long-ish black hair, revealing outfits, high heels, heavy make up. I really don't know why, but I suddenly remembered my yaya. I braced myself and settled for Yaya Simang. Steve went for a taller and darker version.
Yaya Simang was all smiles, as giggly as her boobs were jiggly. She started to reel me in. "Are you from Japan?" she asked and said something in Nihongo. I answered in the negative as she quickly went through a list of other Asian countries. "I'm from Quezon Citeeeeh!" I said. There was a hint of disappointment in her eyes, probably as foreign currency was preferred in this place, but she quickly recovered.
The four of us had a lot of cocktails, danced and flirted. I actually had a good time but had to leave early on account of work the following day. Not surprisingly, Steve stayed behind.
The following day, Steve excitedly approached me at my desk. He started a video clip on his iPhone. It was of Yaya Simang's twin and himself and OMG! Ang lake!!! (Nung boobs nung bebot pare - hahaha.) No wonder namimilipit sa sakrap (sakit/sarap) si Yaya. Ang lake talaga! Steve said, "Next time, let's do a foursome." I nearly died.
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