He clutched her face.
Shoved his tongue right into her left nostril.
And then covered her nose and her lips with his alcohol diluted saliva.
Slurping her face like an over-enthusiastic, over-sized, overly passionate dog
She gave out a shriek, a shrill, and a scream.
And then she pushed him away.

So what the fuck was happening here?

Let’s go back in time to give you a perspective.

The location?
A roadside open bar near the beach, somewhere in parts unknown.

The ambiance?
Loud music blaring from an 80’s styled stereo set with 21’ inch monitor to show you youtube music videos.

The participants in this scene?

15 girls seated in various parts of the bar.

2 sitting down – very focused on their overpriced iPhones – texting their potential lovers and clients on how much they love them. (Some of them had the latest iPhone 7….wonder how did that happen?)

2 others playing a game of pool with their skimpy outfits to accentuate their ‘assets’ so to speak to the potential clients passing by – hoping to lure on in by what they show them implicitly.
(they must have been really poor – as the clothes they were wearing – looked 2 sizes too small…more like an adult wearing baby outfits)

1 girl – the establishment owner – enterprising, sharp and focused – and keeping a watchful eye whom to sell an upgrade to?

1 girl walking around serving drinks
5 girl sitting outside playing cards
4 girls standing up and dancing while trying to attract potential customers – explicitly

And yes – the one girl whom I was talking about – was sitting down next to horny Humpty dumpty.

What about me?
Me and Thai-Resident buddy – Mark sat on the bar counter – with both of us watching the adult entertainment unfold.

So going back to the story…

The girl in this scene was a petite 19 something young girl.
Very attractive, extremely beautiful and really good looking.
She had long black hair that let loose right up to her waist line,
A child-like face that would have made her a darling on any sitcom,
A body that you would give you make you ogle at her in lustful thoughts of sin and pleasure
and a girly-girl like persona that would make any guy want to talk to her.

The tongue-on-girls-face-horny-dog in this scene was a 60 plus something white male. Oversized, Bloated and Fat to such a point that his massive distended stomach – made him look like a rubbery water balloon carrying 100 liters of heavy water. He was so constipated and puffed up, that right from his head to his feet – you could outline his silhouette as a round ‘O’ with a small dot at the top to signify his head. Forget having a neck – he reminded me of the aliens in ‘The Fifth Element’ as they visited their home – the Pyramids in Egypt.
Or to give you a better imaginative description of him – imagine someone wearing a sumo outfit – those super large, filled with air outfits where you can’t even walk 10 meters before toppling over?
Yup…that one.
Just add a 50 inches of a waistline on top of that – and there you get the size of this 200+ kgs monstrous brontosaurus.

I seriously envisioned – she lying in bed…he sleeps on top of her….
Tomorrow’s newspaper headlines…
Girl gets suffocated to death by over-sized man during sex.

So back to our story…..
As he completed licking this girls face with his drool……..
After she shrieked and resisted…..
He then jumped off his stool, playfully ran behind her stool where she had stayed perched on for all this while,
He then grabbed her breasts by cupping his hands from behind
And let out a Tarzanic cry – to let us know he achieved another milestone (something he kept doing again and again – and I seriously wondered what was the big deal)

I marveled at his technique and with the ease of how he executed his technique.
He must have practiced this game many times over may years I supposed.

He then proceeded to squeeze her right breast with his left hand.
And then pushed his other dominant right hand, right in between her short red skirt.

She was sitting comfortably on her compact butt with her legs slightly open.
However, once he attempted to take a chance on moving his hands into the planets unknown, the doors tried to shut itself – as in this case – the doors were a nicely bright, light skinned, glossy pair of beautiful legs. And if you want to know what planets unknown are…..Oh shut up….you know exactly what I am talking about! So stop acting like a virgin…..

Now where was I…..?

Oh yes……What baffled me was not the enduring circus.

Rather I asked myself…

what makes a woman so beautiful and elegant tolerate such forms of disrespect – that too in a public place like this?

A behavior that is normally acceptable between two lovers in the privacy of their bedroom or when two prepubescent adults who at the peak of their sexual phase are devoid of any awareness of the external world and engage with total gusto and grandeur in their quest to engage in sexual themed acts of public affection – the ones can either prove to be free pay-per-view for entertaining porn or an outright unwelcomed embarrassment for the so called ‘decent folks’ (decent folks = the very same folks who can even bear to watch 2 animals mating on Nat Geo.)

I was still contemplating on these questions…..when the answer revealed itself…

It wasn’t anything scientific that deserved a noble peace prize or any mind boggling algometric calculation that would be talked about every since the discovery of Pi.

It was something as simple as preparing a cup of instant black coffee – the one I am drinking right now.

(just in case you want to know…
Pour hot water
Put 2 teaspoons of black coffee
Stir)

So the answer to the question “why did she allow all this”….was this….

Every few minutes or so, he would put his hand, into his trouser pockets, take out colorful pieces of papers of their local currency and hand it over to her in her small petite hands.

This was a way of saying ‘thank you’ for the services rendered.
And the extra money – a way of saying,
So what now else is on the menu?
So what else can I order?
What more can you offer me so that the I can blow even more money over you?

The interaction was as authentic as a fake orgasm that you see in a cheap porno.
Yeah baby…ooooo….aaaa…..ooooo
Yeah….that one….
(and I always wondered what was wrong with them?)

As me and my friend Mark sat down watching
(me sipping on my pee colored drink – that looked like any blend of whiskey on rocks of ice – which was actually a sweet flavored chemically enhanced sugar laced beverage ironically titled ‘natural, fresh and original apple juice’
Jason on the other hand – sipping on his all time favorite JD’s. )
I looked at him with quizzical expression.

I mean was this even normal?

So I continued watching the semi-porno spectacle.
Both small chiwawa and humpty dumpty going at it, back and forth.
And this atrociousness that involved everything from Humpty Dumpty putting his finger inside her (you know where) and then sucking on it….to….well you get the idea….

I mean seriously…..I started to ask myself what’s gone wrong with our planet?

(yup….I had to watch this with my eyes becoming as big as saucers……I was glad that I was sipping and munching on ice….or else I would have puked…..Imagine the number of fungus, bacteria, and virus he was taking in…..but then again – as per the scientists – kissing someone’s mouth had even more germs apparently…..oh well…..the disgust….)

It continued for some time until I guess (4pm to 2am the next day…..yup…and my teachers always told me time was precious) – many drinks later, Humpty Dumpty decided to take tiny little chiwawa home – I guess maybe to pray or exchange a few thought ideas…..who knows?

And so – after paying the bar tax (what you have to pay when you take a girl away from a bar), he took the girl with him on his super overpriced and overly pimped Super-Bike and blasted his way out of the street – rattling the whole joint as if there was a major earthquake – as he took her away.

(I hate when people do that…..make those farting sounds so loud…..especially if they are on a bike that allows for such incredible machine gun kind of noise!)

That whole episode took 10+ hours.
Can you believe it?
A total of 10+ fucking hours.
Imagine that.
10 fucking hours……The amount of time, effort, and money which was spent – just to get a woman and to get laid.

I thought to myself…
Isn’t it easier – just to go get a woman and have sex?

For me – wasting 10 fucking hours…..that like was – shocking.
It was more like throwing money into the dustbin.
Because for me – time is money.
And effort is money.
And money is money.

So I was like squirming on my seat with disgust.

I had just about finished my last drink when I turned around to Mark and chimed in my opinions stating…….

Isn’t that stupid how that guy blew up all the money, wasted all that time and gave up all that effort – just to get that woman?
I mean – doesn’t he have better things to do in life?
And what about that woman?
Isn’t this like a terrible way to live?

To which, Mark – whom sometimes I consider a Monk –
gave me an answer I would never forget.

He said….
Loy, you do not know this man.
I do.
This man is by far one of the most successful businessman I have ever met.
He is rich, successful and enterprising.
He works for more than 14 to 18 hours every single day – for 6 days at a stretch.
And it is during these Sundays – the weekend – he takes time off for himself.
During the course of the day, he doesn’t do anything that involves wasting time or effort or money.
He is all about work.
In fact, I have never met anyone work harder than him.
However, on the one day he is free – he likes to blow off all the steam in the world, all that pent up energy, stress and frustration – on this one activity he finds relaxing – Going to bars and chatting with sexy women.
He smokes out anything from $2,000 to $10,000 on this hobby of his….And all the money he blows – is his own – his hard earned money.

He had come into this country as an immigrant with nothing and today he has a successful business empire selling millions of good and services to the world.

So what exactly is your problem there?
Why exactly are you so worked up?

He is not raping anyone.
He is not molesting anyone.
In fact he is helping her by giving her money.
And the money which would help her for her future and her family.
Would you rather have some frustrated guy who wants to get laid – get so frustrated that he starts targeting innocent lives?

And now the girl, you are bitching about,
well she is a poor village girl
who has no education and nothing to fall back on.
Her family is so poor,
that for years they didn’t even have money to buy one small bowl of rice.

And today because of her –
she is able to provide her entire family a good life,
her brothers and sisters good education
and for all of them – a positive and hopeful future.

In fact, thanks to this very same prostitute whom you are bitching about,
her family has a plot of land,
a house of their own and
they are all able to live a decent life.

So now can you please tell me
what exactly is your problem here?

In fact, since you are an expert,
Could you tell me where else in any other profession
would she earn this kind of money that she is earning –
if she gave up this trade?

Given the fact she has no education
If she were to work a normal decent job
working 8 hours a day with 2 hours of travel time –
she would hardly make $100 a month.

And becuase she is doing what is doing
With hardly 3 to 4 hours of work per day
she is making $1,000 to $5,000 a month

So could you enlighten me on what better option she has?

Can you give her a better life?
Can you give her a better solution?
Can you provide her with a sustainable source of income
For her and her entire family?

If you can’t do anything about it – then why are you bitching about it?

And finally – why the fuck is it a problem for you
On how any person spends their time, their effort and their livelihood.

Silence.
Shhh…..
(clue: I just got my ass handed over to me)

Mark went back to sipping on his JD…on the rocks….
And I was glad that he went ahead sipping alcohol.
Got quite a mouthful I received – I must add.

But then
I thought about it.
Reflected about it.
Replayed all what he had said.

And then as I got lost in my own world….I thought to myself….

So easy to pass comments
So easy to judge others
And so easy to give opinions
On other people’s lives – especially on what is right and what is wrong
On the good, the bad and the ugly
Especially when it is not about us right?

But how incredibly hard it is to be in someone’s shoes and make a difference in their life….instead?

For a young woman like this, who has a family, who has a baby, who has parents, how else can she provide for them – if not through these means?

I thought to myself….
Does she enjoy doing this?

Having unknown strangers desecrate her body for the purpose of pleasure?
Being a public spectacle for the world to see?
Living a life knowing – this is it forever?

It is sad that these women who are capable of so much sacrifice, courage and character – where they walk down the road that not many want to remain – finally becomes their resting ground – for life.

But then again – mind you – some of them are not victims.
In fact, many of them get into this trade because they see the benefits they can receive.

I thought about these realities as I spoke to one of them – a mother of a little boy, who had a family, who sheltered homeless dogs and who supported a whole family through her sacrifice.

All I came to know through her life was that – is that through her actions, her family has food on the table, a place to stay and a future to look forward to.

And this in itself is what gives this girl, her true meaning.

I sat quietly and reflected.
Not knowing what to say or what to think.

Just realizing – life is not as simple as we think.
Not as black and white and we would like it to be.
And not as meaningful, profound and spiritual as we make it to be.

It is at its worst a dog eat dog dungeon
And at its best, the survival of the fittest.

I suppose I can have many verdicts to its definition.
But for now, I will just leave it to its nothingness.

I looked around
Now there were 8 girls seated in various parts of the bar.
Only 1 was sitting down – very focused on her overpriced iPhone – texting her potential lovers and clients on how much she loved him.
No one was playing pool.
The establishment owner – well she was actively working making sure she did whatever it took to pay her bills.
The 1 girl continued walking around serving drinks
The 5 girls who were playing cards – were no where to be seen.
Those 4 girls who were dancing before – were now tired and they were eating their dinner.
And 1 new girl had come into the establishment and had managed to rope in a new potential customer.

So I sat down…continuing to sip my ‘natural apple juice’ on ice
While my friend, Mark completed drinking yet another JD.

Now it was time for us to go home.

I turned around and look
I looked at the place where Small Chiwawa and Humpty Dumpty were sitting down with their antics.
They were no longer there.
Just memories of them.

And I remembered a saying that encapsulated my thoughts that gave me the answers to those questions…..

And those are the words of American actor, comedian, writer, producer and musician – Steve Martin
“Before you criticize a man, walk a mile in his shoes. That way, when you do criticize him, you’ll be a mile away and have his shoes.”

I seriously need to buy my own pair.

Loy Machedo
Personal Branding Strategist
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