Baguio At Last: Target Acquired

 As you all know, I've been sent to Baguio for Teacher's Camp to learn more about how to be a good educator. This amuses me because I am an EXCELLENT educator (and yes, I'm completely professional during classes; it's only during my free time FAR AWAY from my students that I live my life the way I want), and really, I should be teaching the seminar on how to be engaging and "hip" in order to relate to the younger generation. Whatevs. Lol.

Anyway, my no-sex slump is still going on, but I think I see a way out of it. I saw a cute guy a couple of days ago, and he caught my eye and smiled a bit. We're not in the same seminars because he teaches high school kids, but I'm sure I can find a way to spend more time with him. My prospects are looking up, haha.

I asked Janine, the other co-teacher over here, to find out what his name was, and she reports that his name is Greg and that he loves his job (yay?). I've arranged to "run into him" at coffee time tomorrow, so fingers crossed that it'll go somewhere from there. Lol.


I'm SO glad I decided to keep taking my birth control pills (even though I kept getting busted the past few weeks), because now it looks like they'll be put to good use once more. ;)

The Slump: Are You There, Sex? It's Me, Vanessa...

Wow. Okay, so last Saturday was a complete bust. Only total dogs approached me, and not even my lowered standards could stomach the thought of taking one of them to bed. I swear to God, this No Sex Slump is driving me MAD.

If I don't get laid soon, I'm going to start climbing the walls. It's bad enough that I was desperate enough to go to an extra service massage parlor, (yes, I have seen the error of my ways-- more on that later), but now I can't even attract a decent looking guy at all my usual clubbing haunts! UGH.

If you can believe it, I was actually desperate enough to ring that massage boy up. I asked if he wanted to have some drinks, and he readily agreed. I mean, I wasn't expecting witty conversation or anything, but the minute we met up, he was all about jumping into bed. Of course, being desperate, I agreed to take him back to my place.

As we undressed, he casually said that he charged double what the parlor did for house calls (because I was getting full-on sex rather than just a happy ending). OMG. Was he serious?? I had him out of my condo faster than he could zip up his pants. I may have been curious enough to try paying for it ONCE, but I'm not about to do it on a regular basis. PLEASE. Has he seen my hot piece of ass? Men should pay ME to have sex with THEM!!

Anyway, I'm through with that stuff from now on. It's casual hookups and/or blind dates (if I'm desperate, Charlize, hook me up with someone, please!) for me... at least I know where I stand with those. :P

Massage Boy Blues...

So I finally found that massage place in Manila with the so-called “extra service”. It took a LOT of digging though, as all those informative Manila forums were tucked away and unnecessarily hidden! Ugh. I'm actually a feminist underneath all this jazz, and frankly I'm upset that "Gentlemen's" clubs are a dime a dozen, that massage parlours (with extra service) are aplenty, but I had to look for hours just to find one that would service a woman! How twisted is that? :P

In any case, I went over to ***** and got my massage, and after we were done, the (very cute) guy asked if I wanted some 'extra service'. LOL. Anyway, the happy ending was delicious and I don't know if it was because I'm still smarting over Edward or what, but I casually suggested we go out sometime and he totally said yes!

I guess I'm not exactly the usual matron-types who frequent *****... he must have been happy to service someone attractive for a change! ;P

I've got a date with him tomorrow evening. This guy may be just the fling I need to banish Edward completely from my thoughts!

No Man's Land... Party Pickings

 
Okay, so admittedly I've been horrible and toxic lately. What do you expect when you lay your heart out there for the first time in years and then someone stomps all over it?

I was trying to pick myself up out of my funk last Friday by throwing a small bash with Pam and Charlize, and it was completely disastrous! I must have someone Up There totally hating on me, as I ended up getting my rug puked on and dentures thrown in my face. Fuck!

I told the girls to go ahead and bring their friends to my party, and Charlize brought her buddy-buddy Jake who in turn brought an under-aged date! Wow, talk about a throwback to college days... and not in a good way! Twinkle (and yes, that was her real name) couldn't hold her liquor and ended up running to the bathroom before the end of the night, and of course she missed the toilet and puked all over my gorgeous purple rugs.

Pam was solicitous, Charlize was embarrassed, BUT I WAS STEAMING MAD!! I threw that stupid girl AND Jake out of my apartment faster than you can count to three, but of course she left me a parting gift-- her dentures flew off and smacked me in the face. Fucking fantastic.

Aside from the fact that dentures at 17 is just plain sad, I couldn't help but feel sorry for the most pathetic person there: ME. I threw the party to get over Edward, but I ended up with no date, no hook-up, and a filthy, puke-filled bathroom.

Is this an off month for me, or what??

Mortified, Humiliated, Destroyed!!

 I am absolutely mortified!! I want to die. I can't believe I let myself get so caught up in this. There I was, standing in Edward's loft, trying to find the words to tell him that I wanted to keep on seeing him, when suddenly he tells me that it's over!! ME!! I do the breaking up, not him! I can't believe I even considered not following the plan... there's a reason why I don't date beyond two weeks, and this is the EXACT reason why.

He made up some lame excuse for not wanting to see me anymore. He's busy with work, he doesn't want anything serious, he's just looking for fun... in other words, I got my OWN words slapped back in my face. How many times have I said that to some unwitting guy? I must have lost count... This is the first time I've ever gotten it thrown back in my face, and it sounds SO trite.

I want to curl up in a ball and die.........

Playing the Game Vs. Love and Relationships: Is It Just Me?

Sometimes I wonder if I'm doing the right thing. Pam and Charlize both have steady guys in their lives, and they seem pretty happy with them. I, on the other hand, obviously have much more fun with all the parties and clubs I get to go to. I flirt with whoever I want, fuck whoever I want, and I do whatever I want. I'm not married and saddled with a hubby and kids at 18 (though I admit that being on birth control since I was a college freshman is responsible for that fact, haha), and I'm 100% FREE to live my life how I want to.

There was a time when I wanted the family and the picket fence with Kevin, but thank god I did the sensible thing and stayed on the pill even when we moved in together. He turned out to be such a jerk and practically ruined my life... dumping him was the best thing I ever did.

Anyway, it's been years since I thought about Kevin, and years since I ever entertained the notion of being in a relationship again. I guess this whirlwind romance of barely two weeks has really gotten me thinking.

Is Edward worth throwing away all my rules for? My two week limit is over on Saturday. According to my own rules, I've got to dump him and move on. But when I look at him, I actually *feel* something...

I'll have to see him tomorrow to break it off, but do I really want to?

I'm so confused....

Surprise, Surprise... and the walls come tumbling down

 I was supposed to see some friends today for a quick coffee, but Edward surprised me by dropping by my Eastwood condo. He presented me with a single red rose, and I swear I felt my heart skip a beat. We had dinner and talked for hours and hours. I was surprised to discover that he actually has a sense of humor, and that he's got quite a romantic side.

Am I an idiot for thinking that he could stick around longer than 2 weeks? I put my walls up for a reason... I don't ever want to get hurt again. I was in a relationship with Kevin the Jerk for three years, and those are three years that I'll never get back.

If I let my walls down, I may be setting myself up for yet another huge failure, yet another heartbreaking moment where my world comes crashing down. Hardcore relationship girls would say that that's what makes love worthwhile, but I don't know...

The sex is amazing, Edward is gorgeous and rich and everything I could ever want in a man, and yet... I just don't know...

Swept Off My Feet

 I'm not one to fall for the romance in any of my flings, but I have to admit that my date with Edward last night was pretty intense. We had an amazing dinner at Le Souffle, one of the classiest (i.e. expensive) restaurants in the city. Afterwards, we went back to his place and... va-va-voom!

I've found older men to be better lovers in general, and they've got the experience to back up the talk. But I have to say... out of the cream of the crop, Edward is number one. Can you say mind-blowing sex? My god, the man knows how to use his tongue! I hate to say it, but I'm actually considering keeping this one around longer than a couple of weeks...

If Pam read this, she'd totally egg me on. She and Charlize have been straight relationship gals through and through, and I guess I've been the only one who's been avoiding it. (One ill-fated relationship was enough to turn ME off of them FOREVER.)

But sometimes I wonder-- with all the men, the hot sex, and the endless parade of clubs-- am I the one who's missing out on something?

CAV is the Best Place on Earth

Nothing says class like that pricy little wine bar, and I spent last weekend nibbling on the loveliest cheeses and the most delicious of wines. Ironically, though, that didn't take up the majority of my time. I actually spent the night with the most amazing man-- Edward!

Our eyes met over a glass of the most exquisite red wine, and from the moment I put my glass down, I knew I had to have him. I sauntered over, casually asked if his glass was better than mine, and he casually offered me a sip! All class, all the way. He was wearing a suit that accentuated every gorgeous bit of him, and I have to tell you-- when I peeled it off later on, he was completely PERFECT.

I have to say, I don't usually get to meet a lot of older men, but I always find them strangely attractive. He must be in his late thirties or early forties... not too old for me, but definitely worldly and knowledgeable. I find him intriguing, to say the least!

Why do I get the feeling that I'm in for a roller coaster ride?

Kissed Work Goodbye and Looking Forward to Some Rest and Relaxation

So I buckled down and finally finished all my curriculum work today, and hopefully it'll all get approved next week. They say that all work and no play makes V a dull girl, and I've simply got to snatch a spa moment soon... I'm afraid I'll get all wrinkly if I don't get some much needed Rest and Relaxation.

As my girlfriends know, I'm a huge fan of spa weekends! With the subsequent Holy Week long weekend, I think I'm going to end up practically living at my favourite spas. Of course, I did hear some extremely juicy news about a certain Manila spa offering special services to lonely matrons. I'd totally go there if I knew where it was... why settle for a massage when you get a happy ending to go with it? Lol!

Seriously, I don't get why it's so acceptable for men to get happy endings with their massages. Even some prestigious hotels offer those kinds of special services to powerful businessmen, and no one seems to think any less of them. Why is it that only women who are perceived as desperate/lonely are considered apt clientele for extra service spas? Talk about a lack of equality!

I should totally go to one of those spas just to prove that a young, gorgeous woman could still be on the prowl for some hassle-free orgasms! :P

Saturday at the Manor and The Little Red Book

 I'm totally the type of girl to kiss and tell, and OMG I just had an awesome weekend. Met a hot guy at Manor and one minute we were dancing, and the next... hello, orgasm! He kept me up all night long, and the sex was so hot that I decided to keep him around on Sunday as well.

Now, I normally give these guys a one-night expiration date, but I was glad I kept this one around. He spent the day going down on me, and I have to admit, that was probably the best Sunday I've had in a looong time! I was kind of sorry to kick him out afterwards, but alas, you know me-- I hate long goodbyes, haha!

It looks like my Little Red Book is going to get a decent entry in it this time, and I have to say that it's about time. I've got a bunch of loser marks in here, ranging from 2 out of 5 for sexual skills to a mere 1 out of 5 for oral skills! This boy, on the other hand, is going down as a solid perspective Fucking Friend-- 4.5 for sheer oral pleasure. Gotta love it.

Work-Related Blues, Subsequent Play, and OMG It's A Good Thing I'm On The Pill

Oh God, I HATE that new head teacher of ours! She's such a bitchy know-it-all! I can't believe she would add so many new topics to our curriculum on such short notice! Now all the advanced work I did last week has gone to waste and I had to spend my week redoing a bunch of stuff. I'm not one to bitch about paying my dues to the system, but I will speak up if I'm not getting a proper heads-up. This is what I get for working at a private school!

Anyway, I had such a horrible day at work that I ended up grabbing some drinks at a bar along Q.Ave. I wasn't there too long before some guy came up to me and started hitting on me, and one thing lead to another and I brought him home. He was cute enough-- a bit preppy-looking and boring, though. Turns out he wasn't a very good lay, and to top it all off, he didn't have any condoms! Ugh! Normally I'm incredibly religious about using protection, but I was so drunk, horny, and pissed off at work that I let him go ahead.

Thank God I'm on the pill, otherwise I could have some serious baby issues in a few months' time. I always give Charlize and Pam a hard time about going to the Oby-Gyne, but after tonight's episode, I may actually consider paying her a visit myself...

Weekend Coffee With The Girls, Work Week Begins!

Had entirely too much fun chatting with the girls last weekend. Between Pam going on and on about that Erik guy and Charlize championing her latest cause, I almost didn't get a word in edgewise. I totally adore seeing my girls, but I have to admit that I do love teasing them every now and then. Pam wouldn't be quiet about Erik, and I have to wonder if I'm really the bad girl of the group! After all, I'm sure her boyfriend Raphael wouldn't like hearing about her cozy coffee break dates with Erik, haha!

It was a quiet weekend, all in all, and now that I've dropped Shane off at the airport, I'm on the prowl once more. While it was a fun experience, living with a man is SO not my style, and I'm just happy to have the place to myself again.

Still, I'm looking forward to the week ahead... looking for a new guy is always fun, and the chase is the best part! ;)

Couch Surfing, Shane, and Goodbyes

It's Shane's last night tonight, and I have to say that I'm half sorry to see him go. We've had SO much fun together the past couple of weeks, and from surfing in Baler to clubbing in Manor, it's just been a wild, sexy ride. All the girls would be drooling with envy knowing that I had this gorgeous surfer guy all to myself for 2 whole weeks. (I'd post a picture but hey, part of the fun is keeping all my readers guessing, haha.)

I knew couch surfing would lead me to meeting some interesting people, and I totally recommend it to anyone who's interested! ;) For those unfamiliar with it, it's all about sharing your culture and offering your couch (generally for free, though some hosts accept a small donation), for a week or two to a foreigner. If you're a guest, you're obligated to be neat, polite, and engaging. (No emo folks need apply!) If you're a host, you should be accommodating, polite, and generally you shouldn't try to take advantage of your guests in any way (unless they want you to, *wink wink*).

I would never take advantage of any of my guests, of course, but I will say that being a couch surfing host has let me tick off more than a few countries off my "list". ;)

It's kinda like bingo... do I get a prize if I get 5 in a row? :D

Well, I should probably stop blogging now. Shane and I are going to grab a later dinner then back to my place for packing and... other things. ;)

Shopping and Chance Encounters at the LV Store

Shane and I got back from Baler late this afternoon, and I had time to duck away to enjoy my other passion-- shopping! You know, nothing beats the smell of a new LV bag. The crisp, smooth leather, the tantalizing heaviness of the gold ball bearings... God! I am SO in love with LV. Who cares if I had to defer payment over the next 6 months? My new baby is on my arm and here to stay!

Of course, my new Speedy wasn't the only thing I met at the LV store... when I was browsing, a perfectly-manicured hand tapped me on the shoulder and 'lo and behold-- it was Trisha. Trisha, who I had completely hot groping session with in the bathroom stall of a club-that-shall-not-be-named seven months ago!

I have to admit, I was completely flabbergasted! When I first met her, we were completely drunk, covered in foam, and she had on a dress that was more transparent than opaque. Today, she was decked out in a stylish plum suit and looked perfectly respectable. She said she was also shopping for a new LV bag as a treat for herself (she'd just won a big case), and that she'd appreciate any suggestions I may have.

I told her I liked the size of the Speedies, and she flashed me a small grin and asked if I wanted to go lingerie shopping with her after. She needed help in the dressing room and wanted me to help 'adjust her straps'... omg! Lol. I'm absolutely shameless, but I have to admit that even *I* turned a little red. I think I blurted out that I preferred dick or something equally stupid, then rushed out of the store!

I have nothing against Trisha, but I think that I only need *one* strong, aggressive woman around, and that's me! :P

The Weekend, At Last: Sun and Fun in Baler

Finally have the chance to just chill over the weekend!!

After my hectic week at work, all I want to do is kick off my heels, shake my hair loose, and dance the night away! Fortunately, Shane and I have plans to go for surfing fun in Baler, and I'm sure we'll be able to find some local (i.e. hot and rustic) dance floor somewhere near there. After all, if our little romps and flirtations at home are any indication, Shane is going to have awesome moves on the dance floor just like the ones he has in bed

I just finished packing and we're leaving in a few minutes. I'm not sure if my mobile broadband will work when I get there, but let's hope it does! I don't know how interested I am in surfing for real, but I do know that's it's chance to show Shane (and the rest of the beach) how hot I look in my new bronze bikini:

And no, that isn't me in the image above, that's some random chick modeling *my* bikini! I'm actually much hotter than that. ;)

If any of my readers have been to Baler and would like to suggest places to visit/ awesome restos to check out, please drop a comment! I'll be sure to give you a shout-out to thank you.

Hope everyone has a sexy weekend! (I know I will.)

How To Deal With Moms, Pills, and Dating Other Girls

Mother called this morning. She was asking me to come over and help with some papers or something, but I'm so extremely busy being fabulous that I just don't have the time! It's bad enough that my period was giving me cramps all day-- I really don't think I have the energy to deal with my mom right now.

Still, I suppose it could be worse. I used to have really bad dysmenorrhea when I was younger, but it got better when I became sexually active and started taking the Pill. (Hey, I'm promiscuous, not stupid-- there's no way I'm getting preggers by accident.) ;)

I've been taking pills since I was 17, and the only time I ever stopped was when I was giving it a go with girls. I was 21, about to graduate from Ateneo, and I wanted to make sure that I finished college with a bang!

I still remember how my first experience went... it was with a full-on lesbian badminton friend of mine, and we got really drunk one night and... va-va-voom! After that, I realized that I was actually quite bisexual (with a preference for men, that is). Actually, I think that everyone is bisexual by default, and we just let society and/or religion tell us otherwise.

Without all the bullshit, people are just people, and we're all horny. ;) There's also something to be said for sex with another girl... after all, who better to know what a woman wants than another woman?

Bidding Adieu to My Flavor of the Month

I just kissed my current flavor of the month goodbye yesterday, and I have to say that I was NOT sorry to hear him go. He was fun at first, but the more I got to know him, the whinier he became. All he ever did was complain about work and how much he hated his boss, and OMG I really couldn't care less. I mean, as we were having dinner last night, I couldn't help but wonder where the hot, sexy guy I met at Manor went. Suddenly, I was stuck with a 30-something yuppie in a tie... how boring!

It's times like this that I'm SO happy I came up with my 2-week rule... that is, I should never keep a guy around longer than 2 weeks! It may sound harsh, but I think that 2 weeks is the perfect amount of time to get to know someone. Any longer than that and the cracks in their perfect facade start showing through. After all, everyone puts their best foot forward during the first few dates, and the sex is always much more intense when you're still trying to bend over backwards (sometimes literally) to impress each other. But men at their core are extremely flawed beings, and as soon as they start feeling comfy enough to whine, burp, and/or eat garlic in front of you, it's time to kiss them goodbye!

I couldn't be less interested in a long term relationship, and baggage that clings just isn't for me. Of course, being the late bloomer that I am, once could say that I'm making up for lost time. Ever since I hit college in Ateneo, I haven't looked back. By my count, that's approximately 109 men... LOL! I don't know that I'm looking for Mr. Right, but it sure is fun trying! ;)

In other news, I spent a ridiculous amount of OT at work today. One of my little monsters glued his seatmate's skirt to her seat during arts and crafts, and while I was busy trying to unstick her, he made the other kids eat paste! It was chaos, and the principal freaked out and made me apologize to every single one of the parents who came to pick their kids up. I swear... if I didn't love these kids so much, I'd kill 'em.

I've been PMS'ing all day-- did they really have to add to the hardship? -_-

Welcome To My New Blog!

Isn't my new blog absolutely delish? Danny, my ultimate geek-friend, helped me design it! I'm so excited to share stories of my ultra fabulous life with all my gorgeous readers. (After all, you're only truly fab if other people are jealous, haha.)

Me and my besties Charlize and Pam
(I'm the hot one) ;)

I don't have many readers yet (aside from my faithful besties Charlize and Pam), so I guess I should give you guys a bit of background info on me...

I'm a crazy, curious, sexy girl who loves living and everything that comes with it. People sometimes say I'm over-the-top, but that's just who I am. I make no excuses for enjoying life, because god knows it's way too short. I also love to gossip with my girls, though being the busy bees that we are means that most of our convos happen online. No worries, though-- Twitter and Facebook keeps us constantly in touch.

My blog, like my life, will be getting a little racy-- consider yourselves warned! There are no prudes allowed in Vanessa's Secret. ;)

Have an awesome week, everyone! Catch you later~