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There are no permanent friends. There are no permanent enemies. As in showbiz and politics, there are only permanent interests in the gay bar. What are permanent interests, you might ask? Well, what else? Money, money, money.


Jessica used to think that Red is a true friend or at least a brother type. Well, they lost touch and didn’t even bother to greet each other when they respectively celebrated their 2012 natal days.

Jessica was annoyed when Red flirted with her via SMS and tried to ask her out on a date. That was the straw that broke the camel’s back for her.


Lito the MD was closest to Ella though Jess also found him nice. He recently made his presence felt to announce that he’s back in Earthling. I guess he hoped the three of us will visit him and shower him with drinks. Well, he thought wrong. More so after his no-show at a dinner specially organized after he hinted that he missed hanging out with us.

I honestly doubt that he missed hanging out with us. He probably just missed the drinks and tips.


I’m still in touch with Luigi though I haven’t seen him in a while. Luigi is no longer a kid these days. He at least doesn’t look like one. Our relationship stayed the same though. Luigi knows his place and he knows the only reason why he’s still in touch with me whereas Jess and Ella both lost touch with any MD is because I saw him, Luigi, in a familial way.

Luigi is someone I will try to help in ways I can but I know it won’t be a two way street. He’s not someone I’ll run to in case I’m feeling down or sad. He’s more a ward of mine than a friend. That’s fine though. I’d rather be the one helping than be the one in need.


Karl also forgot about Bimby’s birthday. The two are no longer in touch. Karl has moved on and has no more fond feelings for Bimby. Oh well. That’s how the cookie crumbles.


Keith recently asked how the girls and I were doing. That was a surprise. Ha.


Jonas and Lea have called it quits. Jonas is now with a woman who used to be with another MD. The merry go round continues.

Even Jamie is now with yet another different woman. Not the girl he got pregnant, not the bar girl whose been with many MDs. Lalala.


Pipay is also communicating with me less and less. From everyday SMS forwards it’s now down to weekly. I guess not getting any tips lessens the motivation to communicate with us. 😀


There is no surprise on my part, no bitterness whatsoever. I’ve already accepted that it’s just a fact: money is the focus and it’s what makes the world goes around in the gay bars.

The girls and I are still friends though. Same with Karl and myself. That much I’m sure of and thankful for.


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Things change. Life evolves. Yet somehow some things remain the same in essence. This is true for the gay bars as it turned out.


As for us girls who just want to have fun, well, we’re immersed in many non-gay bar related stuff right now. Life happens, yes. However the more things change the more they stay the same in essence. Looks can be deceiving though and things may not be what they seem from afar. Riddles, riddles.


I again chanced upon Liam’s Demi recently in the same coffee shop as before. She was again with her gay bar going friends. I like Demi as far as gay bar guests go. However, I recently found out that Demi is now into Bruce, an MD barely out of his teens, who used to be an item with a bar girl Demi is friendly with. That seems crazy and hence, plausible. Sigh.


I recently pointed out to Ella that Carlo seems fatter nowadays. Ella agreed and on the same breath said that Carlo looks cute still. Indeed no hurt from the past can change Ella’s objective eyes that see Carlo as the handsome man he is.

Still about Carlo, we also found out that Carlo’s Ella is now with her lawful spouse again though it’s obvious Carlo is still the one her heart yearns for.

On another note, we also learned that Ramon is again at the top of his game as an MD and is topping the charts in the gay bar. Oh well. Good for him, I guess? Ella, when she learned that that Ramon is again the creme of the crop, asked me if Jess and I were still going to the bars and hence making Ramon recipient of countless drinks that would make him top MD. Ha-ha.

Robbie is now back as an MD in his bar. He still insists it’s a ‘temp job’ only for the holiday season. We’ll see. Lazybones like him won’t really do well in jobs that require effort. Being an MD seems the easiest job he can do.


MDs and bar girls left and right are still hooking up and breaking up. Same with MDs and guests. Deceptions are discovered and break-ups are the results. Yawn.

Indeed some things never change. The only thing constant is change.


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Indeed life sometimes goes full circle. And there are odd connections here and there. In my case, I find it really interesting albeit a tad creepy that Keith is now abroad. No, his being abroad is not the creepy detail. It’s the fact that he’s now in the exact same town in the exact same country where I once lived. Happily, at that.

I have so many fond memories of that country and that quaint little town. To think that Keith could be going to the same places I used to frequent is the creepy part for me. I even told Keith a little about that country when I still got to talk to him. Keith was always interested to hear about that country.

No, Keith does not know that it was that particular town he’s now residing in that I was telling him about a year ago.

I was just recently thinking that I missed that country and that quaint little town. In fact, had things fallen into place the way I wanted it to, I would have been in that quaint little town this month. Maybe I wasn’t able to go there as planned because I wasn’t supposed to run into Keith in the local supermarket or friendly little market? It definitely would have been very strange for me if I ran into Keith abroad.

I now wax philosophical about me getting to know Keith. Does the fact that he’s now in the exact same town I used to live in play a factor in the ‘why’ we had to meet? Did I end up growing fond of Keith because I was meant to tell him a little about the country he would apparently move to a year later? I don’t know. Perhaps not. Still, it’s a little bit too much a coincidence for me. The circle of life always is.




After running into Fred (Keith’s former gay benefactor) near my place of work, I didn’t think I would be running into another person of interest outside the bars too soon. Well, guess I was wrong. I caught a glimpse of a person of interest twice last week. Uh huh. Same person not once but twice in a week. Will wonders ever cease?


It was Architect Lydia I saw twice in one week. I saw her first in a restaurant. It was late into the night. I was leaving the place when my eyes met the eyes of a woman occupying one of the tables near the exit. It was Architect Lydia!

I let my gaze stay on hers but it was she who broke the eye contact. Her eyes stayed blank the entire time our gazes were locked. My verdict is that she really didn’t recognize me. I was um, in workout wear and looking very different from the Andrina that hit the bars. As Ella said, the dark makes everyone look different. I was actually quite happy that Architect Lydia didn’t seem to recognize me.

She didn’t send me an SMS asking if it was me she saw so I assume she had no idea it was me, Andrina, she saw that night.


Architect Lydia wasn’t alone when I saw her in the restaurant. The million dollar question now is who was she with?

I didn’t see who was with Architect Lydia but I do know that she was occupying a two seater. It means she was only with one companion. Your guess is as good as mine.


A few short days later, I was going to have coffee close to midnight. Lo and behold I saw Architect Lydia in a coffee shop not far from the restaurant where I saw her a couple of nights earlier.

Architect Lydia’s face was visible from where I was but I only caught a glimpse of the back of her companion. It was an improvement from the night in the restaurant when I didn’t at all see her companion.

That night in the coffee shop, Architect Lydia’s companion was a young man who was muscular, had an earring on the left ear and was clad in a fitted white tee. It was an MD, I bet.

From the back view I doubt that it was Lawrence. It could have been the MD she was seeing in Numero though. OR a new MD altogether.


I remember when Architect Lydia told me that she leads a lonely life. That lonely a life that she’s out with an MD a lot? The same MD perhaps? I think I would be happier if it was a different MD each time but knowing Architect Lydia, it would probably the same MD until and unless the relationship had ran its course already.

Again I was reminded of the temporary cure to loneliness MDs can seem to provide. The emphasis is on temporary. Oh, and expensive at that.


No, I didn’t message Architect Lydia after seeing her twice. I didn’t want her to know I saw her twice in one week. Neither did I want to alert her as to how I look outside the bars and where I hang out.

She’ll contact me when she needs me. Until then I could only assume that her MDs are still doing the job for her. And that she still has the deep pockets to sustain the gay bar going lifestyle.


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Time and time again I’ve written here that the MDs should be smart enough to save for a rainy day.  It’s a basic fact  that they should all know without having to be told.  

Right now there are literal rainy days in Luzon.  And MDs are heavily affected.

Why would they be affected if they don’t live in flood prone areas, you might ask? Well, when rains are heavy then bars don’t have guests.  In fact at least two bars I know of were closed last night due to the weather conditions in the Metro.  No guests means no income.  No income means no money to buy basic necessities.  

A situation like this is one when it helps to have savings.  An MD who has savings won’t starve even after a week of heavy downpour and no budget from the bar.  Those who live on a hand to mouth basis, on the other hand, go hungry after a day or two of no income.  Same for floor mangers.  At least one FM I know is whining about starving after three nights of no work in the bars.  

Even more affected are the MDs whose homes (and their things including appliances and gadgets) were flooded.  They now would have to start anew and replace what the flood ruined.  

Yes, I sympathize with all the flood victims.  I just don’t sympathize as heavily with MDs and FMs who earn thousands of pesos from tips alone on weekends but choose to splurge rather than save.  If they opted to use their money to buy the flat screen television that the flood ruined then that’s their choice.  Now some of them are starving.  

We all learn from calamities.  I hope the one day millionaire MDs and FMs have, too.

Now rain, won’t you please go away? 


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I know who you are but you don’t have a clue who I am.
I know where you’ve been and who you were with but you don’t know anything about me.
I’m just a stranger in your eyes. You have no clue that I know a lot about you.

Sounds familiar? Well, we intense researchers (really?) often encounter such a scenario. We may run into a person we’ve done intensive researches on because of his or her connection to an MD we know. The other person wouldn’t have a clue as to who we are but my, my, we sure know a lot about him or her.

I just had a similar experience. I was at work. I was all serious and work-mode (uh-huh) when hunger made me realize it was time to eat. Off I went to a nearby convenience store to grab some chow. I was lost in thought as I neared the entrance to the convenience store. Suddenly I was face to face with the person exiting the store at the exact time I was entering the same. It was not just some random person. It was a very familiar face. It was Keith’s former gay benefactor. Gulp.

Thankfully, Keith’s gay benefactor whom we shall call Fred from hereon had no idea who I was. We were never in Earthling at the same time. Neither does Keith have a picture of him and myself together nor a picture of me. In fact I only knew about Fred from Pipay and other sources. The girls and I managed to track down Fred in social networking sites and other search engines. It was through there that I discovered that Keith’s former job near my workplace was in Fred’s company.

Fred and I exchanged glances since we were right in each other’s faces but then we headed our separate ways. Fred went back to his office, I suppose. I went inside the convenience store to buy my food though I had little appetite then. I actually had half a mind to tail Fred and shadow him so I can see where he was going. I was fairly certain I could have pulled that off. I was in my walking shoes and feeling limber, lithe and speedy. I also knew the area was big enough to make me inconspicuous should I feel the need to be so.

I didn’t tail Fred though. What’s the point? He’s done with Keith. I have no interest in Keith. I know where Fred’s office was anyway. More so I didn’t want to alert him about my existence nor for Fred to remember my face.

I immediately told my girls about the Fred incident. Funny it should happen exactly one year after Ara messaged me to ask who Liam was to me. What was that date anyway? Ghosts from MDs past cross Andrina’s path day?

It was not fun to run into a familiar face from the gay bar when I was in my work mode. To think it was a person who didn’t know who I was that I ran into. More so I suppose if it was Keith himself I ran into. Thank goodness I never ran into Keith when he was working in Fred’s office. I suppose I could have handled the same just fine but it definitely wouldn’t be fun.

Girls, I share this with you to remind you that our past is very much connected to our present. Remember that all the time and always be alert. Be prepared for any scenario.

Will that chance encounter be the last I’ll see of Fred live? I don’t know. But I definitely will keep my eyes open even during breaks when I head for the convenience store. Better safe than sorry.


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Howdy, ladies and gentlemen? It’s been awhile. Make no mistake. I’m very much alive. I still regularly check my mails and reply to those who drop a line. I just haven’t written anything new in this site until today.

What are the two worlds I’m pertaining to here? What else but your gay bar life and your real life. I assume most of you have a bar name (“Ashley” or something far from your real name which is Maragarita) and then a nickname people call you by at work or at home (Marge maybe, Margarita?). What happens when MD Shawn finds out in broad daylight that guest Ashley is actually Margarita a.k.a. Marge?


If you’re already a gay bar regular (and one who wishes to keep her real life separate from her gay bar life) then you should know what I mean when I say that you have to constantly be vigilant! Keep your eyes open, dear girl, and be on your tippy toes like a ballerina.

As I wrote in earlier posts, being a gay bar regular is not for everyone and most certainly not for the fainthearted. It’s not ideal for people who insist on keeping their personal lives private and very much separate. It would entail a lot of sneaking around and worrying. Tsk tsk. But if you’re already at that point when you’re a regular who wants (or has) to keep your real life separate then I guess I should just hope any pointers I write here actually helps.


One of the girls who just want to have fun recently had a close call. Several of them in fact. And I don’t mean just seeing an MD in a coffee shop. It was running into an MD in one’s actual place of work.

Allow me not to specify if it was Ella, Jess or myself who had that close call but suffice it to say that it was one of us. What happened? Well, an analogous case is that Nurse GJWTHF (girl just wants to have fun) actually saw MD X (whom she knows and has talked to inside a gay bar) in the hospital she works for. Nurse GJWTHF almost had to attend to MD X but good thing there were other nurses there and she wasn’t the one tasked to attend to the MD.

How’s that for a close call?


So what do you do in that scenario if you were Nurse GJWTHF? Fight of flight? Well, if you’re absolutely sure MD X hasn’t seen you yet then you could very well just slip away silently and take the flight option. What if you’re not sure? Or what if there were no other nurses there? Then take the fight option.

Why? First, you’re at work so you have to do your job. As a nurse you should attend to all patients of the hospital or clinic and MD X is not an exception if he is indeed a patient. Second, running away when MD X has already seen you (and worse, recognized you as a regular at the bar we works for) makes things worse. It makes you look as though you’ve done something wrong when in fact you’re probably just embarrassed or ashamed or both over having your two worlds collide with you so unprepared for such an event on that precise date when it happened. Lastly, you have to take it into account that MD X might not have recognized you (hey, people look different in the dark and when they’re dressed for a gay bar night than they do in their scrub suit or work wear) or that MD X might be equally embarrassed. A good of number of MDs don’t announce to the world that they do what they do for a living. I don’t think MD X would have written macho dancer in the field for occupation in his patient’s data sheet.


Come what may, just put on your game face and be brave. If ever MD X was crude enough to call you by your bar name with a sneer or say something rude then show that you’re in a different league. Don’t stoop down to his level. As Pipay, our regular FM, told me before: most of them in the GB industry know not to greet a guest they meet outside the bar unless the guest greets them first or unless the MD is with another MD from the same bar. Pipay said she doesn’t even greet a guest who’s shopping all by himself in a grocery store for fear that someone might be observing the guest and wonder why Pipay knows the guest.

Yes, most MDs (unless he’s terribly new or terribly crude) would also know better than to refer to your GB habits should you meet in public. The MD probably has a personal vendetta against you if he acts crudely. I remember how Florante was ever so polite to me when he and his guest saw me and my foster brother Luigi at a coffee shop last year. Florante called me Ma’am and only talked to me because he and Luigi used to work for the same bar.


Life is full of trade offs. One of the hazards of being a fun loving GB regular who wishes to keep her true identity secret is the possibility of running into an MD in your workplace or while you’re at work.

Bottomline is that you just have to stay classy and true to yourself. There must be a reason why your worlds suddenly collided. Embrace the lesson to be learned and just do your best in handling things. You can email me your experiences as well if you’re up to it. 🙂