There was a picture of this German gigolo who’s been blackmailing his clients aka victims.

Obviously the women are all financially-independent.

But what surprised me was the gigolo himself.

Hindi sya si Richard Gere. hehe Nakakasira nang pantasya.

It’s like the time when I joined some friends in a go-go bar. Most of the women were old and… well, they were not Rosanna Roces. Sabi nung mga Pinoy boys ang target market daw kasi e mga puti. “Exotic beauty” daw meaning pangit by Filipino standards. By standard they mean mestiza, matangos ang ilong, malaki suso.

Kung sa Cubao daw ako sumasama, like Hawaii Five-O, dun daw baka mag-table pa ko.

Anyway, nakaka-disappoint lang na first time kong makakita sa news nang totoo’ng gigolo e “exotic beatuy” pa.

Last night on his way to the loo, pogiBoy stopped to give me a hug. He looked me in the eyes and said “mum, I love you“.

Walking away he said “we marry” pointing to me and himself.

I opened my mouth but didn’t say anything.

He then went back with “When I’m big, I marry you mum huh? Please?” I nodded so he’d wee already. But he added:

“Don’t marry Daddy. He’s got smelly kili-kili.” :-D

Aaawww oedipus complex.

I had to laugh and told him “yes, Daddy’s kili-kili is smelly“. (pogiBoy doesn’t like it when I laugh at what he says when he’s being serious, who does?)

I called hubby but he wasn’t answering so I left a message:

“I’m sorry but I found another man… He asked me to marry him… He thinks he deserves me because your kili-kili stinks.”