April 23, 2010

A Guest Post by JOSH

At the end of yesterday’s post Nights in Boracay, Part 1, I was about to embark on my second night in the tropical paradise in Boracay…

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Within the first hour of arriving at our chosen night spot, I broke one of our cardinal rules; I drank a little too much. Even so, after the events of the previous night, I wasn’t about to drop my guard – oh no! In my drunken state I set my sights on an elusive, slightly shy, and soft handed 5’2” Filipina. And as luck would have it, she seemed to have set her sights on one very lucky big guy (6’4″ and 17 stone to be exact) – namely, me. As we danced and flirted I started to get the feeling that someone was watching me. When I turned to look, I noticed that all the guys’ eyes were fixed on me.

Why are they watching my every move? She’s quite clearly a ‘real’ girl. Very cute, soft silky skin, pretty short. What can they see that I can’t?

Nervous that I might be missing something, I asked my lovely new friend to join me and the boys, who were seated by the bar, for a drink. She kindly agreed and then she stepped down from the stage she was standing on.  And in that moment it all became clear.

My delightful dance partner was no taller than a metre (that’s about 3’3” for the Americans), and I as I said before I’m a pretty big guy. The boys were all transfixed because  she was half my size – literally.

When she and I sat down at the table the entire group was speechless. Not one of them was able to stop gawking at her long enough to say a thing. As I talked to her, they just watched, jaws grazing the table. Quite rude, really, but I knew they were all in awe, thinking the same thing I was: What the hell was I going to do? I quickly realized that my new quandary had blown last night’s encounter with the man-hunting ladyboys out of the water. As I chatted with my new acquaintance the same three thoughts kept swirling around in my head…

We’ve been flirting like mad here, have we passed the point of no return?

If so, how the hell is this going to work?

Is it even physically possible?

Although, I started to feel something akin to panic, I somehow managed to blurt the words, “Would you like to go back to my hotel room?”

She smiled broadly and then shot up out of her seat. Now all their jaws dropped to the floor.

I’m happy to report that despite the marked size disparity and my colleagues’ doubts, my elfin friend and I managed just fine. Very well indeed. For the better part of my vacation.

I always knew there was a very good reason why I have a soft spot for spinners petite women.

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