Pinoy Tattlers and Matchmaking 2

So, back to the pinoy tattlers. I realized that this trait is something that we will never ever get rid of. There would always be cliques and groups talking about each other, backstabbing others as if they need that to live. So enough of that. It just all boils down to this: I live with a bunch of chismosos and chismosas; and Pinoy gossipmongering gets worse overseas. Talk about crab mentality (that is one more topic that I have to tackle. Pinoy crab mentality abroad just makes me want to be Japanese. Why japanese? Wala lang, I think they're hot).

And then we go to Pinoy Matchmaking. In our small group of pinoys, there are: 3 couples, 3 married guys with Vietnamese girlfriends, and me, the single guy. For the past year and a half that I've been here, they've done everything just to get me a girlfriend, Filipino or Vietnamese. One has brought me to a coffee shop where you go to get blowjobs (I've always wondered why they only served softdrinks and not coffee). Another introduced me to a woman who 'took advantage of me'. And then they introduced me to this nice and proper Vietnamese girl who I believe they've briefed and gave instructions to flirt with me before she came to meet me. I'll just talk about this 'nice and proper Vietnamese girl' since that incident irked me the most. I wasn't irked at the poor innocent girl but at that Filipina bitch who kept on playing matchmaker.

So there was a gathering of sorts and the Vietnamese girl was one of the guests. Let's call her Phuong. When Phuong arrived, bitch introduced her to me. We were sitting near each other so the natural tendency was for us to talk. So that's what we did, we talked and talked. For those who know me, I don't like to talk that much and I usually run out of things to talk about. And that happened with Phuong and myself. So naturally, I tried to ditch her discreetly. I did that a few times. And everytime the Pinoys I was with saw that I wasn't with Phuong, they would start jeering at me. And then the passive me would then be forced to crawl back to little miss Phuong. At the end of the day we took pictures and Phuong and I exchanged email addresses since she had to send me some pictures she took. When we all parted, the Pinoys asked me if I asked Phuong for her phone number so that we could go out on a date. I didnt ask Phuong for her mobile number, but I told them I did, so they'd just shut up.

After a few weeks, I meet bitch in another gathering. She asks me how Phuong is. I told her I didn't know. I never sent her an sms or an email. Then she starts yakking about how she was with Phuong the other day and she was asking Phuong about me. Phuong told her that she has no idea what I've been up to since she hasn't received any emails from me. I thought to myself, 'then why the hell is this bitch asking me about Phuong if she already saw her the other day?'. Before anyone can make fun of me because I didnt contact that 'nice Vietnamese girl', I just smiled at the bitch and walked away.

I know this story doesn't really make any sense. I just want to vent it out. Some people bitches just don't know how to mind their own business. I try to keep my business to myself. I just wish other people also have the sensibility to do the same.

I know the dark and juicy secrets of the people within our group. You know, when I think of those little secrets they are keeping, my secret of being gay doesn't seem bad compared to their secrets.