Pastilan! Living the dog-eat-dog world of a Global Pinoy!

I have a friend who was so in love with his girl friend and suddenly lost it all. I think when women meet single guys (including those that are not so single), the first impression drawn would be that the guy is trying to get laid. A big mistake – generally.

I don’t know. But the dictate of the so-called norms is that the guys please the woman. I have known in my short existence as a bachelor that there are different types of women. There are those who are really a princess. She would not do anything until she is pleased and would demand that the world spins around her and she, definitely, in the center.

I like women who are simple but never the simple minded. With the way MTV and urban-pop culture influence our lifestyle, simple chicks may soon become extinct. I have once said to myself that these simple ladies have already been taken by the ravenous male species prowling out there. More women are becoming demanding, wanting more and expecting too much.

So why would simple women become that so hot and in demand in the market of who-you-want-to-be-with? The mainstream guys would find giving up 100% of their time to please a princess a little easier said than done. If the fear of commitment would be an understatement, what else is not?

When you date a simple girl, she will look great even if she is not wearing a Gucci dress or blatantly carrying a Prada bag. Most of the simple girls I knew are devoid of fist clinching attitudes. They know when to smile and are usually predictable.

It’s like you being sweet to her and she is charming with you then the next minute, she suddenly took a twist or wrong turn into the road of unpredictability. Who would want that? I ran from women who can swing their mood faster than they change their shoes.

I don’t know about you but I lack any ability to handle a lady gone nutty or those who are having their days. I usually zap into silence and lurk into what I think to be my comfort zone by being the stupid non-speaking spanked-dog thrown in the alley.

I have some great women friends who until now are not in a decent relationship. They are not ugly neither physically challenged. In fact, some of them look even enthralling and sexy. They just lack what I call women’s skills in keeping a guy. It’s all about being open minded.

I don’t think that there is a legitimate heterosexual guy who is looking forward into a serious relationship that would like a complicated woman. Ok, quit the clichés about love is about acceptance, no matter how complicated she becomes. No. Serious relationship begins when both are comfortable being together and that her companionship makes the guy exultant. Make it vice versa if you want.

A complicated woman will soon find his man even more complicated. It is like a sport of retaliation where the guy escapes from the relationship hastily. Most of the time, the guy ends up single again while the girl sobbing. But in the prying eyes of the woman’s friends, man is the hegemonic adversary in the woman’s short-lived relationship.

For some other guys, it maybe true that getting laid is what matters most initially but in the end, it is all about “Am I going to marry this woman who is good in bed but is a high-maintenance?”

No love can grow without the aid of what they call pleasant companionship. It is all about what is essential in a woman’s beauty is those that you do not see. Looks will fade. Her ability to seduce a man will soon retard. But a woman’s capability to handle his guy by being positive and supportive, her ability to see and understand the roller-coaster-ride kind of life would define the qualities of a woman that I call – perfect!

Where is the best place to eat deep-fried freshly caught fish, marinated and coated with Indian spices? Surely not in the Operating Room (OR). You might find this incredible and may sound silly but that’s true. Strange at it may be, but I just had an awesome fried fish eaten in the OR. I was finishing my lunch of fried tilapia (oh yes, fish), vegetable lumpia (spring roll) and green salad with French dressing in the cafeteria when I jolted from my seat to see one of my doctor friends who invited me the other day to attend the “fish” party he is throwing out for the OR staff.

To save my self from immodest embarrassment for not attending his “fish” party, I decided to show up and assumed that I can politely walk away afterwards. I never actually had taken it seriously that the “fish” party would be in the OR so I was definitely taken aback when it was indeed in the OR. And so I joined the other Surgery doctors and nurses who were still clad in scrub suits, eating fish. I was delighted to see that the party was held at the waiting anteroom although the prep-room and OR theater were just gasped away.

I was so enticed to ask the old doctor friend why he needed to take pride of his recent fishing adventure by throwing out a “fish’ party in, of all places, the OR. But I guess I was so caught up in the moment that I forgot about it. Thinking about the place where you slice and butcher human beings to remove or repair human body parts made eating those fried fish an adventure of my very dull unenvied sterile life. I have to swear though that it was undeniably a splendid fish-eating experience.