The past is remembered.
There is no such thing as "happily ever after."
This is reality, not a movie.
My reality continues on until I die, while a movie always has an ending.
Remember, in reality, life is a balance of sadness and happiness. (That way, I can learn from my mistakes.)
A family friend has heard many funny, interesting stories about me approaching girls.
She told me, "Why come you are still single?" (She believes I can find somebody with ease.)
I answered with a smile, "Life ain't a romantic comedy movie."
A few years ago, I approached a lady in Vegas. Now, she lives in Memphis. To this day, we still remain in contact with each other. We are not dating. We do like each other.
Words about our relationship together: Connect, respect, empathy, honesty, and openness.
Something magical will happen, then. Yuh, this is it.
Not necessarily. Again, life ain't a romantic comedy movie.
(In this situation, my younger-self would say, "This will not work out. Why waste my time contacting a lady far away from me? Just shut her down. I can find somebody else in the Bay Area. I will get hurt."
Now, I tell myself, "It is okay. I am breathing. If I enjoy connecting with her, continue on. Live in the moment. Try not to get my hopes up, such as she is my "one and only." If things do not work out, it is fine. I am breathing. Respect the lady.")
Somehow, I talk to "long-distance" women. It just happens. For instance, I approached a nurse in the Philippines, and I met a lady on an online dating app, Bumble.
(My younger-self would say, "This sucks. Why do I approach women that live far away from me? I hate my life."
Now, I tell myself, "I am breathing. Be aware that I am able to talk to women or anybody, unlike before. Be appreciative.")
Relationships come unexpectedly. (I have said this many times in my old blog posts.) When I am able to connect with anybody, that is powerful.
Welcome to my reality.
I used to say this all the time with people.
I was such a wannabe know-it-all.
For instance, I gave a lecture to one person. (My lectures were horrible, such as "do not do this," or "do not do that." I was a huge hypocrite. Now, I tell you past stories and experiences from myself, my friends, family, relatives, and etc.) Then, he or she did not listen. He or she followed their own path. Eventually, I was right all along.
I said to him or her, "I told you so..."
I was a huge jerk.
Now, I say, "It is okay. You and I are still breathing. I make mistakes as well."
Nobody is perfect.
We are growing. (Give us time to grow.)
It is up to you. It is your life.
Like my high school PE coach said, "Life is all about choices." Thank you, Coach Marlon Blanton.
Pictures taken from Virginia back in 1992. My family did not take much pictures. This is all I can find of you in the photo albums. Sorry, Uncle.
1st picture is Grandpa Sator (My dad's uncle from his mom's side), me, my sister, and Uncle Romelo.
2nd picture is Grandpa Sator, my dad, me, and Uncle Romelo.
For readers, Uncle Romelo is my dad's youngest brother.
Dear Uncle Romelo,
The "game" for me started 5 years ago.
In 2013, my good friend and I visited Las Vegas together. We assumed attractive women will come to us. Apparently, they did not. Welcome to reality.
My good friend came back home with frustration. Thus, he researched and discovered the "game." He found YouTubers, Simple Pickup. (FYI, they were not the first people to talk about the "game.")
He introduced me to the "game."
Simple Pickup has taught me how to pick up (or approach) any attractive women. (It all goes step-by-step, such as get the number, go on the first date, build the relationship, and etc. I enjoyed watching their YouTube videos. For the reason that, I must see it to believe it. At that time, they were the first to film videos of picking up girls. Now, everybody does it.)
This is the "game."
(In one of my previous blog posts, “A Letter To Her,” I wrote a letter to my future girlfriend.)
Dear Future Girlfriend,
I am writing another letter to you.
Every morning, I wake up from my bed. I remind myself that I am very grateful I found you.
I enjoy more of your “presence,” than your “presents.” You already know.
I will continue on being my true-self to you. No secrets kept from you. I respect you.
I introduce you the 3 C’s: Connect, cuddle, and chill.
This defines our relationship together. I adore the 3 C’s with you.
When I first approached you, I really wanted to know you. I was struck by your prettiness. I had butterflies in my tummy. I was nervous. I wanted to connect with you. I just asked and listened.
I adore connecting with you.
When our relationship went deeper, we became closer together as one. We have provided warmth and comfort together. You keep me relaxed.
I adore cuddling with you.
When it was time, we trusted each other in our bodies. We have experimented together different positions. Also, we have patiently studied each of our strengths and weaknesses. Chilling with you is more powerful and meaningful than anybody else.
I adore chilling with you.
Relationships come unexpectedly, especially us.
As we continue on our "up and down" journey together, our balanced relationship gets stronger.
I adore you.
Picture taken from Makati Shangri-La, Manila in Horizon Club Lounge.
I arrived in Manila, Philippines on Wednesday, January 17, 2018.
Many stories to talk about.
Now, these are my memorable stories. (Not in chronological order.)
Story #1 (A friendly encounter.)
Flying from Hong Kong to Manila, I met a lady in plane. She was my seatmate. (She works at Hong Kong.)
She was going to celebrate her 3-year-old daughter’s birthday on the next day.
She was traveling with her friend and her family.
As the plane was slowly taking off, her friend’s baby was crying.
I told her, “This is normal for babies. Their ears cannot handle the huge increase in altitude.”
Her friend was seated further away from baby crying. (She panicked, and jumped off her seat. The flight attendants wanted everybody to remain seated.)
So, I told my seatmate, “Your friend can exchange seats with me, once we are able to get up from our seats.”
The flight attendant thought we were together as a couple.
Story #2 (A hilarious moment.)
At the hotel’s horizon, my uncle jokingly advised me how to talk to our server.
The attractive server, Precious, came to us.
I nicely told her, “I really wanna have a precious moment with you.
Then, I asked her, “Are you free tonight?”
She laughed, and nodded her head.
A few seconds later, my uncle was embarrassed, and apologized to her. Then, she apologized as well.
I told her with a smile, “I respect your word. No need to apologize.”
Bumble is an online dating phone app. (For further info, just google it.)
Here goes my Bumble date story...
In the Philippines, I get a successful match on my first arrival date on January 17. (My last date was a year and a half ago.)
(I am here until the 29th. Free hotel stay and food covered by my good friend’s Dad. Courtesy from his appreciation to me.)
My Bumble match and I exchanged messages to each other. Then, I set up a date with her.
My uncle insisted me to have her meet us at our hotel’s horizon on level 24, which serves an open cocktail bar and dinner daily from 5-7pm.
I told him, “That’s fine. Meet her a bit. Then, give us space.”
He said, “Ask her to tag a friend. I want a good conversation. I want some good company.”
(Side note: My Uncle is married to a loving, caring wife. Keep reading a bit further, and guess what Uncle will do.)
I answered, “Yes. That’s fine.”
An hour later, my date and her friends (also her co-workers) met us at the Horizon. (She actually brought 2 friends with her.)
My uncle was seated alone on a sofa facing across her friends. My date and I sat next to each other on our own sofa.
(Total of 3 sofas in a mini-lounge area. 3 sofas were positioned as a U-shape. Hopefully, you are able to picture that in your mind.)
My uncle continued on talking about me in front of my date and her friends. (He was my wingman.)
My date and I had our privacy connecting with each other.
Then, my Uncle wanted to take a picture of me and date. Also, he wanted a group picture of us. I said, “I guess.” The girls did not seem to care anyway.
(After the date ended, I went on showing off the pictures taken from Uncle to a few of my friends. That excitement when I have not been on a date for a while. Also, my first ever date on Bumble.)
An hour later, they had to be at work. They were already running late. I walked them to the elevator. Then, we parted ways.
I went on date with my Bumble match tagged along with Uncle and her friends. This rarely happens. It was hilarious.
Say what you want. Game-changer or not. I do not really care anymore.
My older-self would be very analytical. I did not go for the kiss. I should have pulled her to my room. I was not able to execute. Therefore, I lost. She might not contact me anymore.
I was a pick-up artist.
(I was greedy. I kept going for the better girl. I do not prioritize picking up girls for one straight hour anymore. It would get into my head. I must pickup every girl I see. If I missed that opportunity, I lost. When I missed talking to one, I was too harsh on myself. I was not able to be my true-self. Now, I have freshened and managed my mind. I have the skills to pickup girls. It is in my blood. My good friend told me, “May the force be with you.”)
I am coming to a point now, where I only want to connect with a girl. After my bumble date, I enjoyed her presence. Sex is great, but it is not my championship goal, unlike before.
Live in the moment.
My good friend’s dad is taking me with him to Manila. (His appreciation from me to him.)
He told me something like, "You are always there when I need help."
He will be attending his high school reunion over there.
(We are staying in Manila from January 17-29. Tonight, we are heading to San Francisco International Airport. Tomorrow, our departure is 12:30am.)
He will be showing me a rich, classy life. (Even if I was ever rich, I ain't about that life. He already knows me. It is wonderful to at least experience it.)
We will be staying at Shangri-La Hotel in Makati. (I only paid for my airfare. My Uncle is covering my hotel stay.)
First and foremost, building relationships is powerful. I choose it over everything, especially money.
Again, be humble to others. Do not expect anything in return. (If you are given something in return, be very grateful. Remember, do not feel obligated to give them something.) Be your true-self.
My most memorable New Year's was this year.
Long story (kind of) short.
Most importantly, I reconnected with old friends. Also, I connected with a new friend. Furthermore, I stayed at their homes.
I was in the Los Angeles area from December 28, 2017 - January 7, 2018.
(I had an "unplanned" itinerary. I like it that way. No rush in the schedule. Relax, and enjoy.)
My parents and I only celebrate Christmas by attending mass together, ever since my sister passed away in 2003. (No picture shown of us. My parents dislike taking a picture of 3 people as mere superstition.)
During this year's Christmas Eve mass, I calmly listened to the homily given by the priest.
"A little girl gave a present (gift) to her father," the priest said. "The father opened the gift. Surprisingly, it was empty. The little girl told her father that I blew many kisses into it. This is all for you, Daddy."
Christmas is not all about "presents." Instead, it is more about your "presence."
After Christmas Eve mass, I spent time with my good friend and his family.
On Christmas Day, I came back to visit him and his family.
Picture shown of me and a few of his family members.
Later in the afternoon, I picked up (another) good friend's father along with his wife to a hotel in San Francisco. (They celebrated his birthday, and their Christmas at SF.) We ate dinner at his house.
Video shown below.
Again, I have come to realize that it is our "presence" in the moment, not exchanging "presents."
My dad once told me about my bonding relationship with my two good friends, and especially their families, "Son, you are a good man. You have people who care about you. I did not have this."
I answered, "You joined the US military to start a new life at 18 years old. You escaped from a poor life in the Philippines. If it weren't for you and mom, I would not have been here."
The past is remembered.
Most importantly, enjoy your "presence" with others, not "presents" (unless you want to).
Merry Christmas, and Happy Holidays.
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