A Peek To The Men's World...

I was so sleepy yesterday. I fell asleep the whole time Father Jun was giving his sermon. Ugh! I didn't have enough sleep the night before.

We were in Calaca, Batangas for the victory party of my husband's team. They were celebrating for winning the village league (where Mhark was hailed as MVP) and bagging the second place in the mayor's cup (where Mhark was included in the Mythical Five).

We started our journey at 2pm from our place. We had to beat the traffic on SLEx. We arrived in Tagaytay at 5pm and traveled 45 more minutes to a private beach resort in Calaca.

We were 13 people in the car. The number of the passenger dwarfed the Innova. Haha! There were 10 guys and two girls--who were also from the neighborhood. "Where are the the wives and the kids?" I asked Mhark. "Baka nauna na," he replied, both of us were thinking it was a family affair and that the family we often see at each game would be the same faces we'll see at the victory party.

So, we reached the resort at sundown. We saw more senior (citizens) guys. They offered us to have dinner first. Only then did I remember that I haven't had breakfast yet. I just ate some chips and drank Virgin Blue Cola when we had the yosi break in Tagaytay.

Just before we finished our meal, we saw a number of girls with a gay company. Uh-oh! I had a hunch that it was going to turn out bad. And it really did.

After eating, we dipped for a swim. When we came back from the beach, we were instructed to move to another cottage. The one with the videoke would be used for another purpose. Some chauvinistic purpose!

The next thing I knew, Mhark was already asking for me to permit him to watch a "show". That shed the light to all the comotions. It wasn't a family affair afterall. It was a party made "for the boys only." Ugh!

I asked Mhark if he knew how the party would turn out. He said he wouldn't dare bring me had he known. Well, that made sense. Bringing a wife/gf would spoil the fun. Hah!

I gave Mhark ten minutes to watch the show. The guys were shocked. A husband asking the wife to let him watch a stripper's show? Let alone telling her about it, man! Are you outta your mind???

Yup, guys... We're that open to each other. Afterall, I would pretty much prefer the truth over a lie which is supposed to protect me. Protect me from what?! Protect my ass! {Excuse my language... I'm making a point here!}

If you allow a man, really, he becomes more hesitant to do it. Maybe his brain started to work after getting a "yes" from me. So, I had to kid him to get some "ice cubes" for me and to take his time for him to go to the "mess" hall. After a couple of minutes, he came back. What? Can't take the sight of flabs, eh? Hehehe!

And he didn't go back until the sound system got broken and all the dissatisfied groans could be heard from the mesh hall. Storm "Butchoy" might have heard my prayers. Haha!

I thought that was the end of the dirty "guy" business. Turns out to be just the start...

Later, Mhark and I were already preparing to sleep in one of the vacant huts. But my cp battery needed recharging so I climbed out of our "bed". I left Mhark knowing that it's already past his bedtime (he usually retires at 9pm).

Just a few minutes after, I saw more girls marching toward the mess hall. Some of them stopped at the hut near ours. A couple of them even sat in the "bed" where Mhark was sleeping. I really panicked. I hurriedly climbed down from the hut where I was charging my phone. Guess what? I slipped! Got some bruises in my left leg. Waaaah! My scream woke Mhark up. He hurriedly went to my rescue. He was surprised to see company.

He just took our things and we decided to move to another hut. From the hut where we moved to, we could see some senior guys approaching the girls. They were negotiating with the gays, who were actually the pimps of the hookers.

Mhark and I really felt uncomfortable. It was something we've only heard other people talk about. It was the first time for us to witness something like it first hand. If we only had an available car to drive us home, we'd get home as fast as we could. Both of us felt morally corrupted. You see, a dirty act looks dirty from afar but it's a lot dirtier upclose.

So this is the men's world--women, alcohol, cigarettes. And for some--drugs. Scary... Sneaky... Here are the family men who looked so dignified while they were with their families and there they are doing some monkey business. They make me want to throw up!

When we reached home the next day, we were just so glad to be back home. Eventhough we were so sleepy, we felt the urge to attend the mass. We need our souls to be cleansed after being exposed to the deeds that stained our souls. And just to connect yesterday's celebration of Pentecost to the experience, I wonder where have the gifts of the Holy Spirit gone for these men. Tsk! Tsk! Tsk!