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There was an anecdote among my officemates about Tony. Tony is a nice guy, funny to the point of being charming. He is our marketing guy. He is known as a "player" in the sense that he frequents bars and KTVs. But he is legendary in the sense that he had "picked up" someone purporting to be a female---only to find out later, in the motel, that she was a he. The ongoing joke was that Tony's biggest mistake was not that he picked up a man, but that he chose to tell the story to us.

I learned about sex at about 9 years of age.

Though we had Playboy and Penthouse magazines in our house, I ironically did not learn about sex through those magazines. At my time, there were no pictures of men and women in coital positions. These magazines had nude pictures of voluptuous women, with Penthouse being raunchier than Playboy.

I also did not learn sex from my parents. Not even from my siblings. They were always out of the house---my parents were working; my siblings were out with their own friends.

The Couples for Christ (CFC) has posted an questionnaire / advertisement on the controversial RH 5043, with the position that if one answered "NO" to one of the questions, then he or she should lobby against the controversial bill.

Looks like I posted the wrong Reproductive Health Bill in an earlier post.

Here is the real RH 5043.

Here's a piece of interesting information that I found from the Newscientist site:

[Population geneticist Michael] Hammer and his colleagues sequenced DNA from 90 people belonging to six groups: Melanesians, Basques, Han Chinese, as well as three African cultures: Mandenka, Biaka and San.

When I feel comfortable with a PSP, especially if I know I can get good service from her, I would ask her to spend the night with me.

I enjoy overnight trysts. I like taking my time. I like adding touch of pseudo-romance. Maybe wine. A little cheese maybe.

I like it when we are both tipsy and giggly. I like it when we are both comfortable---she in her night gown, maybe, or even in a white shirt and shorts, or maybe some long, loose T-shirt.

I found an interesting, albeit loooooong, article of a guy who takes a couple of prostitutes out on a mini-golf date. The article comes from the U.S., but I was fascinated by the number of similarities with the Philippines.

Finally, I found Britney. Her ad said: "MIDWESTERN BRITNEY/Need to pay off student loans. $275/hr." The photo was of a surfer-blond woman with smooth, golden skin.

If there is one thing I noticed as I age, it's that the older one gets, the easier it is to meet women. In fact, it is more likely that a woman will cast a glance at you and smile flirtatiously. I can't say that I have grown more handsome as the years piled on me. My cheeks have sagged a bit. I have grown a slight paunch. My eyes have sunk and crescent etches have appeared underneath them.

There is another emerging trend nowadays with high-end escorts. They seem to be in a hurry to get the deed done and leave. A number of them seem to be of the "wham-bang-thank-you-ma'm" mentality. Some have even employed a strategy of limiting the service to one pop and then doing their best to coax out an orgasm faster than a drag race.

There are a number of escorts who mandate that their clients only come once. Multiple pops are important for me. I do lose control on a number of occasions, especially if the escort is drop-dead gorgeous. I can understand why massage parlor attendants only provide one pop---after all, they are expected to perform when the next guest arrives. But escorts, especially the high-end ones, have control over the number of clients, so I wonder why they would impose a limit on the number of pops.