Originally Posted by
Bobby Wong
you might have more luck if you started dating girls who speak english and arent teen prostitutes bro
This girl Tricia isn't a teen prostitute. She works at an electronics store in a massive SM Mall where I was buying disposable USB flash drives.
She's the manager. She's tiny, but tall (5'8" would be my guess). She wants to be a model and she probably will be, when her braces come off. She's 22 and she has a degree in something I forget, Hotel Administration or something.
She's a university graduate. She manages a store that has multiple employees. This is a Catholic world. It doesn't need to make sense.
She asked me for my number and asked me if I've been to Republik. It's a nightclub that is supposed to be very good, but I haven't been there because I cannot go to clubs alone. But only because in this demented world of Catholic Toddlers, the question you will hear most in nightclubs is "Who are you here with?"
Answer the question and watch the fear slither across their shrewd eyes.
Because no one wants to be my friend?
People are very hard to be friends with. But almost everyone - wants - to be my friend, because I don't talk the way I write. I could be easily mistaken for a creep, but only by me. You would feel warm and valued and intrigued. When people talk to me, I listen to what they're saying no matter how STUPID it is. I am considerate and not in the horrifying Catholic way. I will not ask you for permission to use your bathroom, although I may ask for directions. I will just assume you are sane rather than assuming you are a horrifying insane freak. That's the difference between consideration and being polite. You will FEEL at ease. You will not FEEL like a creep.
I never ridicule people or sneer or smirk when it's just the two of us. I used to, but I don't play little games for my own 'benefit' anymore. I don't need to entertain myself at your expense. When I talk to people, they FEEL valued and they FEEL important because they are, or I wouldn't - fucking - be talking to them. They feel good about themselves and - THEY - wrap themselves around my finger. I don't wrap them around my finger, although I used to because it's impossibly easy to be a successful sleaze in this demented world of selfless narcissists who are desperate to be desired or valued. They warm to me because I'm not a demented moron who makes people feel awkward and creeped out by my moronic shrewd coy.
That's exactly what they do, because they're so busy trying to put their best foot forward and impress me with lies and non-disclosure (repetitive), they cannot even realise they're tripping over their own imbecilic inability to FOOL me.
Tricia desperately wanted to "be my guide" and the first place she wanted to take me was Republik and I said "great". For a few days, she asked every day before I agreed. She then said something literally retarded like "Oh I can't, because I have to work tomorrow and so I can't have a late night."
This is moments after SHE called me to ask me out that night. I said "Take the day off? Aren't you the manager?" I dunno. How the fuck is it my concern? She thought that was a brilliant idea because I guess she forgot that she was the manager? You have no idea. This is not puerile. She just forgot. I reminded her that she's the manager, she remembered and that was that. She hung up before I had time to ask when and where I was supposed to meet her.
This girl manages a store with multiple employees. This is reality. It's incredibly Catholic. It doesn't make a lick of sense but then, if you THINK about it, neither does Catholicism. If you REALLY thought about it, you'd understand how insightful all of this truly is. Drilling humans into being the perfect victims isn't a winning strategy.
It's shitting where you eat. And sleep. And people like me have to eat your shit, and sleep with your Toddler Women Children.
"Maybe 10 or 9pm."
It's not really okay but in a world where Catholic Toddlers think they're being crafty and shrewd when they say "for awhile" non-stop, getting that SOLID a timeframe out of them is a small miracle.
Take a seat, FOR AWHILE. Just wait, FOR AWHILE. That could mean 5 minutes. Or it could - and has - meant three hours. They think it's shrewd. If you don't understand why, you have a lot to learn about Catholic Toddlers and how their brains work. They don't want to be locked into appointment times, because they've been molested by Catholicism and they don't think anything. They just feel their emotionally-retarded way through life.
This is across the board. Doctors. Lawyers. Professionals. NO ONE is professional. They're all Catholic. And 70 million children 'live' on under $2 / day. It's all ME ME ME. Their time is valuable.
Who gives a fuck about you? It's not a winning 'strategy'. It's a corruption of the fundamental core logic that distinguishes an intelligent human (who belongs to an interconnected humanity) from a narcissistic demented beast (who slobbers all over everyone they meet, imagining that they're being selfish by trying to take 'advantage').
She's not flirting here. She's being literal. She's lying in her bed and she's bored and she wants to be entertained. I can entertain her easily but being forced to drag a simple answer out of her about when and where we're meeting has precluded my being "in the mood". I just want to end the conversation.
She wants to talk about weather. Yeah look, I've had this conversation before. And I want to limit the pain. As SMALL as I can manage would be about optimal.
Sigh. And I have to fight the internal battle I have fought my entire life. Do I think 'positive' or do I think "fuck this"? I have only myself to blame - obviously - because whilst she's VERY cute, there's really no excuse for me to lie to myself there. Which is what I was trying to do with striving to think 'positive', with a grimace.
She messages me at 9:30pm and I'm about 15 min away from Republik. I know I'm going to be too early, because she said 9-10pm and in Manila that means #$#*)(@#* pm/am. I'm not going to hassle her to act in her own best interests though, I'm just on my way and if / when she doesn't show by 11, I'll reassess.
"Why not text me?"
Why would I? She was expecting a reminder. I don't do redundancy unless it's done to me.
It's worth pointing out here that English is the official language. Yes, they all prefer to speak Tagalog for the same reasons that France 'prefers' to speak French and Thailand 'prefers' to speak Thai. Their preferences are not valid because I do not credit WANTING TO SHOOT YOURSELF IN THE FOOT as being a valid preference.
It's understandable, but not justifiable. The difference lies at the heart of the Catholic con. Catholics demand you tolerate people shooting themselves in the face. NO. DO NOT DO THAT, YOU IMBECILES. That doesn't mean you should PUNISH them. It means you do not tolerate them hurting themselves (and you). The Catholic scum have flipped everything around from sane to...well...Tricia.
I can speak Catholic Toddler fluently. I know exactly what she's saying but it doesn't translate to English or Sanity. Her text is at 9:39pm and I'm about 10 min from Republik and I'm not thinking 'positive'. I'm thinking "fuck this" when she calls at 9:40 and asks me to pick her up "if I've got a taxi". Not sure how else she thought I was getting there, but it would be puerile of me to speculate. She didn't think I was flying there. Or walking there.
She didn't think. She doesn't think. She's Catholic. She wings her way through life on her emotional sailboat. Blow her up and you can fuck her like the sex doll she is. Deflate her and she'll capsize. The rest of the time, she just floats aimlessly.
Just waiting for that wind.
I agree to pick her up as I figure I'm pot committed. Showered, shaved and shit. She starts giving me these LUDICROUSLY convoluted directions and I'm not interested so I give the taxi driver the phone whilst I stare out the window and try to be Catholic. For 15 minutes, they talk in Tagalog. About directions.
After 15 min, the taxi driver hands me the phone looking worried. "All set?", I laugh and he says he thinks so.
EDSA (the main highway of the country) > onto Longwood > drive until you see the first petrol station (Galaxy). That's where she lives, or at least; where she'll be waiting.
15 minutes it took them to discuss this in Tagalog. Don't make the idiotic mistake and think this is about language. This is about CULTURE.
We arrive a couple minutes after 10pm. She's not there. I call her three times. The phone rings out three times. I at 10:10pm I send her a message saying we're there.
At a quarter past 10 she calls and asks to speak to the taxi driver. He gets annoyed because she's telling him how to get to where we are. He hands the phone back to me and tells me what I already know. She's lying. No shit. She's claiming to be where we are. She's nowhere to be seen.
I give her a final ultimatum, and she comes running out of lane across the road, breathless. She's barefoot, she isn't carrying a purse or anything, her hair is a mess and she has no makeup on. She probably looks about as hot as she's ever going to look, but I'm too tilted to be amorous.
"Where are your shoes," I ask her, laughing. She says nothing. "Are you ready to go?" I ask her, stupidly; because she's stupid? And I'm unsure if she is aware she is barefoot. She says nothing.
"WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?"
I'm not yelling at a human. I'm yelling at a shell. I'm yelling at Catholicism. I've been yelling my entire life at Catholicism without realising it.
She says nothing. I shrug and get in the car and tell the taxi driver to drive. Where? ANYWHERE. Get me away from dead people. STEP ON IT.
She thinks I'm angry. Catholic Toddlers only 'think' in terms of emotions. Period.
She's angry. She took the day off work and it's my 'fault'. She doesn't understand. She's hurt. She's confused. She's Catholic.
She's used to it.
"Ah okay."
That's it.
No really...! That's it.
She's not a teenage prostitute. She manages a store with multiple employees. She's a Catholic Toddler.
You will think she's stupid, and you're right. That's why I'm showing you these conversations.
You are all Catholic Toddlers, to me. You just don't realise it.
You all think you're so shrewd. I'm telling you that you're not. You should listen to me. It would be in your best interests. When I got tired of - dealing - with you, everyone lost.
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