When it comes to affairs of the heart I am the epitome of a sad sap. Case in point, picking up where I left off in my previous post...
Layimh in the hotel bed I still smelled Ailyn's perfume. I have a traditional Jewish upbringing. I was not even allowed to speak with female first cousins since the age of 8. As I approached my twelth birthday I was enrolled in a Command Boarding School. These are schools in Israel wheee children are trained for military careers. On my sixteenth birthday I was inducted into the IDF as a First Sergeant. Even most Israelis do not realise that the IDF inducts soldiers younger than age 18. Today these inductions only take place in the IDF's C41 and AMAN (prinarily Unit #8200) formations (C41 is the info-computer web that connects all cogs in the IDF military machine and AMAN is IDF Intelligence. Unit #8200 is AMAN's largest sub-formation and deals with SIGINT). In my day though these inductions took place in top tier combat fornations, in my case Tzanchanim, Paratroopers.
I entered the army a total virgin, not even live letters. Around my 17th birthday I had an arranged marriage and was lucky in that she was neither a first cousin nor a niece, the latter being the ideal match. I had plenty of female relatives but I was a Paratrooper and we were at war. Noone wanted common cannon fodder like myself pairing off with one of their virgins and then dying without having created any sons. The point in getting into my far less than fascinating romantic travails is to illustrate how, at age 49, I an anything but a dashing leading man-type of a bloke. To put it bluntly, I am well into middle age and have never experienced romantic love.
Of course I have come close and at least two occasions felt that I MIGHT in fact be in love only to find out I was dumb as a doornail when it came to affairs of the heart. One of those two experiences was with Jackielou, which I discussed in the old BL Blogs in great detail when it transpired close to a decade ago. The second? Ailyn...
Later that morning, after Ailyn and her sister had left, I went to take a shower and alarming discovered a very large bruise across my abdomen of the kind seen with internal bleeding. For the life of me I couldnt figure out how it had occurred. The Bellevista threw in a free breakfast buffet and so I took the lift down to the lobby. It was the usual cheap nonsense, sliced dragojfruit and sliced- bland- pineapple. I cannot speak upon the rest of the buffet but can very safely say that the rest of the spread failed to even come near to middlin quality of the fruit.
Dejectedly trying to nibble away a the bland fruit on my plate I scanned the room and it was a predictable scene. Almost all the tables were occupied by overweight older whitemen and very attractive Filipinas in their late-teens and early-20s. In the Philippines white men are rockstars. Wherelse could fringedwellers on the dole wity beer bellies and serious personal problems score a gorgeous and exotic lover who makes him the centre of her existence? Of course should he be so stupid as to bring his sexy Filipina home with home the game is over, checkmate, fold up the board.
A semi-interesting aside. Years ago I used to post on expat websites. Days can be boring on Mindanao in between bputs of malaria, dengue, ebola and fending off murderous cult militias and Maoists wh roam the jungles. So it is the internet that helps me pass time. On such a website a poster asked about the reason why so many old white nen ended up with nubile young Filipina. I almost fell out of my chair laughing withan answer thsta"1- cmm
Layimh in the hotel bed I still smelled Ailyn's perfume. I have a traditional Jewish upbringing. I was not even allowed to speak with female first cousins since the age of 8. As I approached my twelth birthday I was enrolled in a Command Boarding School. These are schools in Israel wheee children are trained for military careers. On my sixteenth birthday I was inducted into the IDF as a First Sergeant. Even most Israelis do not realise that the IDF inducts soldiers younger than age 18. Today these inductions only take place in the IDF's C41 and AMAN (prinarily Unit #8200) formations (C41 is the info-computer web that connects all cogs in the IDF military machine and AMAN is IDF Intelligence. Unit #8200 is AMAN's largest sub-formation and deals with SIGINT). In my day though these inductions took place in top tier combat fornations, in my case Tzanchanim, Paratroopers.
I entered the army a total virgin, not even live letters. Around my 17th birthday I had an arranged marriage and was lucky in that she was neither a first cousin nor a niece, the latter being the ideal match. I had plenty of female relatives but I was a Paratrooper and we were at war. Noone wanted common cannon fodder like myself pairing off with one of their virgins and then dying without having created any sons. The point in getting into my far less than fascinating romantic travails is to illustrate how, at age 49, I an anything but a dashing leading man-type of a bloke. To put it bluntly, I am well into middle age and have never experienced romantic love.
Of course I have come close and at least two occasions felt that I MIGHT in fact be in love only to find out I was dumb as a doornail when it came to affairs of the heart. One of those two experiences was with Jackielou, which I discussed in the old BL Blogs in great detail when it transpired close to a decade ago. The second? Ailyn...
Later that morning, after Ailyn and her sister had left, I went to take a shower and alarming discovered a very large bruise across my abdomen of the kind seen with internal bleeding. For the life of me I couldnt figure out how it had occurred. The Bellevista threw in a free breakfast buffet and so I took the lift down to the lobby. It was the usual cheap nonsense, sliced dragojfruit and sliced- bland- pineapple. I cannot speak upon the rest of the buffet but can very safely say that the rest of the spread failed to even come near to middlin quality of the fruit.
Dejectedly trying to nibble away a the bland fruit on my plate I scanned the room and it was a predictable scene. Almost all the tables were occupied by overweight older whitemen and very attractive Filipinas in their late-teens and early-20s. In the Philippines white men are rockstars. Wherelse could fringedwellers on the dole wity beer bellies and serious personal problems score a gorgeous and exotic lover who makes him the centre of her existence? Of course should he be so stupid as to bring his sexy Filipina home with home the game is over, checkmate, fold up the board.
A semi-interesting aside. Years ago I used to post on expat websites. Days can be boring on Mindanao in between bputs of malaria, dengue, ebola and fending off murderous cult militias and Maoists wh roam the jungles. So it is the internet that helps me pass time. On such a website a poster asked about the reason why so many old white nen ended up with nubile young Filipina. I almost fell out of my chair laughing withan answer thsta"1- cmm