posted on May, 3 2006 @ 05:27 PM
OK, so Im filling the potable water tanks up on the training ship. Takes a few hours to do and Im bored. You know how you think about things when
youre bored right? Well, I find myself thinking about a girl I once knew. Haha, my third world girl for you music fans out there. So Im 22 years old
and working on an MSC ship called the 1st Lt. Alex Bonneyman. I caught the ship out of Tampa Bay Florida bound for the South Pacific via the Panama
Canal. No short trip mind you, about a month straight at sea.
The island of first destination was called Saipan. Some of you have heard of this Im sure. Now, this story may offend some of you or cause you to
think less of me. I honestly dont care. Unless you have spent a month straight surrounded by a desert of water with nothing but 30 other men for
company you can judge me all you want. Ill tell you to go *bleep* yourself.
So we pull up to Saipan, a beautiful tropical island with white sandy beaches lined with palm trees. One mountain in the middle with clouds forming
around its peak and the water all around is a crystal clear blue like you could never imagine. One of the most gorgeous places I have ever seen.
Walking off the boat after a month straight at sea feels like heaven. My first destination? You guessed it The strip club.
Now, these strip clubs over hear arent the same as your American counterparts. They fly young, buxom, Filipino girls over from the Philippines. Only
the most beautiful girls are blessed with the privilege to make cash off of drunk married Japanese business men. So I walk into this joint, it was
called the Starlight, grab myself a seat and take a look around. Its a pretty dark and dreary place. Black lights for illumination and some of the
crudest most offensive pictures you could imagine as decoration on the walls. Two, pretty young, couldnt be older then 19 year old girls dancing up on
stage. Gyrating and bouncing to some sort of club music I couldnt identify. You get the picture.
So Im looking around Checking out the women of course. When this girl walks by me in a tight white dress. What a *bleeping* r-a-i-n-b-o-w! Let me tell
you this girl had it all, perfect curves, tight healthy skin, legs that dont stop, that long slender neck, huge almond colored eyes, and shining black
hair tumbling over some perfect shoulders. You get the picture I hope. If I keep talking about this I wont be able to finish the story. All men know
what it's like to see a woman that you just have to talk to. That one girl that just stands out from the crowd... She is capable of all your
attention... You have to have this girl!
She notices me checking her out, as all women do somehow, and comes over to me. I just sit at the table and watch her walking towards me in dumbstruck
awe. She asks me if I would like a drink and I say "yes, Ill take a double Jack and Coke." "You want to buy me a drink," she asks? I tell her
"sure;" inside Im thinking hell *bleeping* yes!
So we sit with each other and she snuggles up to me and she smells like tropical. Thats the only word I can think to describe it. I can still smell it
now. I know I can pay this girl and get anything I want. But all I want is to hear a womans voice. Its amazing what seeing no women for a month
straight can lead you to miss. I didnt miss sex, I didnt miss intimacy... I can take care of sex myself and imagine the intimacy. I just missed the
female voice and that smell and that... All around softness, the things you cant take care of yourself if you get what I mean. She reaches down below
the table because thats what men come here for. I grab her hand and tell her no. She looks hurt and Im thinking # I cant even go five minutes without
*bleeping* up with a woman, let alone a stripper.
But I just want to talk to this girl And boy did we talk. I learned a lot from that young thing about how painful life can be for people in other
parts of the world. Losing her father at the age of 8 to a fishing accident. Stripping and sending every cent she makes back home to help support her
family. About the contract she had to sign with the Filipino mafia just so she could get this job. Some pretty messed up things if you get what I
mean. I listened and just watched her talk. She grew fond of me because of that. She would be giving some guy a hand-job in the corner but as soon as
I walked through that door she came over to me. I'd tell her to go wash her hands of course!!! haha
Every chance I could Id go to that strip club and she would dance for me and then sit and talk to me. Man, that girl could move. I've yet to meet
another girl that could move like she did. She would dance and Id just sit in the back and watch. She was always looking at me as she danced, even
though the room was filled with other men. Nothing, and I mean nothing, makes you feel more like a man then knowing the girl everyone is gawking at is
thinking about you! Eventually things did get sexual, and she was the best Ive ever had. Hmmmm... I wish I could give some details here about what she
could do... But that's besides the point.
Hell, somehow I must have had too much to drink and told her my birthday one night. She and all the other strippers baked me a cake and sang happy
birthday to me in the nude. She smeared some cake on my face and licked it all off. Thats it I was falling for this girl. Im a simple, simple, simple
I never knew how much I meant to this girl, hell her name is Sheng... Sheng Victorio, until the day I had to leave. We only knew each other for about
three months but I broke that girls heart. We had a lot in common. Two young kids in a foreign country stuck to our jobs. Her surrounded by women day
and night with no real intimacy to be found. Me on a boat surrounded by men just wanting to be with a woman. She made a video that night so she could
remember me (it got a little racy). She would always tell me "mahal kita", and would never tell me what it meant. I knew I could find out but I
wanted her to tell me. She did that last day. She was telling me she loved me.
She cried... I left... We have never seen or talked again. I just find myself wondering how she is doing sometimes. My third world girl.