Your plane lands in the Philippines, and you’re hoping to meet a beautiful Filipina love. Dreams of dating an Asian girl have been building in your mind since 9th grade math class. Ok, maybe not. Maybe when you we’re 35 it hit you out of the blue. Maybe your first taste of an Asian girl got the best of you and you caught yellow fever forever. Whatever the case, here you are. The promised land. No more hoping to find an Asian girl walking around your local supermarket. You’re finally here and you couldn’t avoid them if you tried.
So perhaps you’re trying to find that beautiful Filipina love online, and you’ve been chatting with a few Philipino cuties here and there. You’ve learned the way they chat, the little acronyms they use (“bb” for “baby,” “oi” for basically getting your attention), started to text message with them, and you’ve finally set up a date. You’re on your way in the tricycle now. Or was it a jeepney? Perhaps you rented a motorbike?
She asks you to meet her at Jollibee because it’s a familiar location and easy for her to find. Ha. Ha. Ha. Easy for her to find? Really? She lives here. Jesus. But you don’t know her plans; you don’t know the subtle way she’s playing you. You think, “Ah, good idea, maybe she will be my Filipina love.”