dassa dude (warning: don't be so quick to take your pants off this time)
it's really one of the worst feelings to be rejected by every girl i've met in the philippines. is it the saggy man-boobs? or it's perhaps my wonderfully permed hair. i don't blame a woman who doesn't wanna date a man with more beautiful hair than her.
what keeps my shattered self-esteem partially afloat is that homosexual men seem to love me. and rightfully so! i'm smart enough. i'm good enough. and dog gone it, people like me!
in the same Dumaguete bar i met Kimberly, i met, dassa dude. it's not entirely clear if they are indeed pom-pom (aka prostitutes) but chances are, they are. i mean, sex changes don't exactly grow on trees, do they.
i never caught his name but to use one of tim's jokes, i'll call him "dassa dude" - as in, "i mean really, look at him, dassa dude!" i've never before seen a near perfect sex-change than this. when i first saw her, i may be mistaken, but i think it moved.
and dassa 'nother dude but a bit more obvious this time. both of them apparently have rich foreign suitors that paid to have their "fun bits" removed. clearly one of them surely got his money's worth.
*drool*
whew! excuse me, i need to take a cold shower.
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