a continuation...
The aforementioned Orang Asli woman was merely the last to join what had become an ever increasing list of potential lovers I had recently begun considering. There were the two virgins, one, age 17 and like Rizza a Bisaya, the other 18 and a Higaon-on like Jackie. The Philippines is really strange when it comes to the issue of age. A girl will graduate highschool by age 16 and is often an RN before she turns 20...yet the minimum age for marriage is 18. In fact, a girl cannot marry without both parents' permission before the age of 25. Of course this only applies to the nation's Christian majority. MUSLIMS and Animists literally have no minimum ages and quite often newborns are married to each other or there will be cases such as a 3 year old girl marrying a 60 year old man.
If one has sex with a Christian girl under the age of 18, even with her family's permission, it is unequiovocally a case of Rape and in the Philippines that means Natural Life in an unimaginably grim prison...though before capital punishment was abolished three years ago, Natural Life would have been a cherished gift.
In fact Rizza became my wife at age 15, just as she graduated highschool, albeit only vis a Jewish Wedding. We later did the Philippine ceremony after she had come of age. I am lucky I was never subjected to prosecution, but we didnt live in the Philippines after marriage, only returning in 2007 after I had retired from the IDF, the Israeli Military. Having dodged that bullet I am in no hurry to once again dip below that minimum threshold and to be frank, I really am not looking to have such a young woman...I crave stability and raising a wife is not something I would care to do.
The 18 year old virgin, Jessah, lives in Iligan City in Mindanao's Lanao del Norte Province. A nursing student, Jessah has a very sharp intellect and is attractive, even if not my usual taste. I just dont have any real desire to follow through with the burgeoning relationship. Simply too young. The last girl on the list was a 23 year old girl who lives in Butuan City on Mindanao's northern coast, roughly 110km north of my home in San Francisco, aka San Franz.
This girl works in the family business, a bakery. Given the geographical proximity I had been seeing the girl at least twice a week when, on one of my visits to Butuan I accompanied Rizza's father to the port in the adjacent municipality of Nasipit to pick up one of his sons from the arriving ferry from Cebu.
As luck would have it, the ferry was delayed and so we decided to go get a bite to eat. As we searched out a suitable resturant my cellphone began sputtering out. Seeing a cellphone store I entered and asked about getting my phone charged. Mario, Rizza's father came with me and as it turned out, he knew the propetier quite well. A local politician at the village level the man has at least a tacit role in that town's paramilitary.
As the two men back slapped each other and guffawed a motorcycle pulled up outside and two very attractive girls walked in. Both young ladies were daughters of the politician store owner. As they were introduced to me I suddenly realised that in fact I already knew of the girls and their father. The family is fairly well known for producing beauty queens. Of the man's five daughters, all had won major contests and a couple had become well known models.
Naturally I couldnt take my eyes off of either girl but was quickly rid of any type of idea when both began talking to their father about their respective boyfriends coming to a get together at the family home. My hopes dashed, I hardly paid attention as Mario agreed to follow the man home to partake in get together at the politician's home.
To be contunued...
The aforementioned Orang Asli woman was merely the last to join what had become an ever increasing list of potential lovers I had recently begun considering. There were the two virgins, one, age 17 and like Rizza a Bisaya, the other 18 and a Higaon-on like Jackie. The Philippines is really strange when it comes to the issue of age. A girl will graduate highschool by age 16 and is often an RN before she turns 20...yet the minimum age for marriage is 18. In fact, a girl cannot marry without both parents' permission before the age of 25. Of course this only applies to the nation's Christian majority. MUSLIMS and Animists literally have no minimum ages and quite often newborns are married to each other or there will be cases such as a 3 year old girl marrying a 60 year old man.
If one has sex with a Christian girl under the age of 18, even with her family's permission, it is unequiovocally a case of Rape and in the Philippines that means Natural Life in an unimaginably grim prison...though before capital punishment was abolished three years ago, Natural Life would have been a cherished gift.
In fact Rizza became my wife at age 15, just as she graduated highschool, albeit only vis a Jewish Wedding. We later did the Philippine ceremony after she had come of age. I am lucky I was never subjected to prosecution, but we didnt live in the Philippines after marriage, only returning in 2007 after I had retired from the IDF, the Israeli Military. Having dodged that bullet I am in no hurry to once again dip below that minimum threshold and to be frank, I really am not looking to have such a young woman...I crave stability and raising a wife is not something I would care to do.
The 18 year old virgin, Jessah, lives in Iligan City in Mindanao's Lanao del Norte Province. A nursing student, Jessah has a very sharp intellect and is attractive, even if not my usual taste. I just dont have any real desire to follow through with the burgeoning relationship. Simply too young. The last girl on the list was a 23 year old girl who lives in Butuan City on Mindanao's northern coast, roughly 110km north of my home in San Francisco, aka San Franz.
This girl works in the family business, a bakery. Given the geographical proximity I had been seeing the girl at least twice a week when, on one of my visits to Butuan I accompanied Rizza's father to the port in the adjacent municipality of Nasipit to pick up one of his sons from the arriving ferry from Cebu.
As luck would have it, the ferry was delayed and so we decided to go get a bite to eat. As we searched out a suitable resturant my cellphone began sputtering out. Seeing a cellphone store I entered and asked about getting my phone charged. Mario, Rizza's father came with me and as it turned out, he knew the propetier quite well. A local politician at the village level the man has at least a tacit role in that town's paramilitary.
As the two men back slapped each other and guffawed a motorcycle pulled up outside and two very attractive girls walked in. Both young ladies were daughters of the politician store owner. As they were introduced to me I suddenly realised that in fact I already knew of the girls and their father. The family is fairly well known for producing beauty queens. Of the man's five daughters, all had won major contests and a couple had become well known models.
Naturally I couldnt take my eyes off of either girl but was quickly rid of any type of idea when both began talking to their father about their respective boyfriends coming to a get together at the family home. My hopes dashed, I hardly paid attention as Mario agreed to follow the man home to partake in get together at the politician's home.
To be contunued...