Can't Find Miss Right?

[Jake]

 

Secondly, most often encountered (but not exclusively) in more rural areas. Rather than the true chaperone I feel it's more to protect themselves against Chiz Miz which is all so important for them. Unfortunately this can and often does last a long time.

 

The good thing in this situation is it protects us against gossip, or worse, as well. Heck I usually invite a friend too, at least until I know her better and then only one chaperon of either her or my choosing. That way no one can say I was inappropriate in anything I said or did.

 

Hey guys,

 

Allow me to further explain my courtship with my wife Judy.  She was 19 at the time and I was 34, still active US Navy.

After our harrowing experience dealing with Yakuza in Fukuya, Japan we arrived safely back to her hometown of

Batangas City.  I had no friends there and very little usage of the Tagalog language.  Only two weeks remaining of

my military leave, I really didn't push the idea of marriage.  I can see through Judy's heart was not ready for me.

In retrospect, I believe she felt obligated to accept me because we escaped together from Japan.  

 

And so the courtship begins.  Usually the young Filipino has a go between, another barkada who is also well respected

by the girl and her family -- very important.  He facilitates the courtship because he already decided that it would be a

perfect match.  I didn't have that privilege who can speak for me when I'm shy asking the girl out.  

 

In my case, Judy's older sister (by one year) decided that she would be the ultimate decision whether I'm accepted or not,

in spite of Judy and I already had intimate relationship in Japan.  Judy's sister Joy followed us around, I'm at back following

them however (nice view, by the way) while they tsismis about me.  Sometimes they would meet up with their college batch

mates and I usually pick up the tab.  They never talk to me but apparently, they know all about me -- a Filipino that can't 

speak any Tagalog, except for the nasty words.  Yeah that's me, a dollar speaking Filipino.

 

Nearing the end of my leave, here comes this guy, obviously drunk with his barkada and giving me the snake eyes.  I was

already warned by Ate Joy that he was the former boyfriend of Judy.  I held my ground, not saying a word but my body

language said it all.  Later that day, Ate Joy asked me how did it go?  My answer was immediate -- over my dead body.

It could have been a test to observe my reaction.  Apparently, my resolve of protecting my Judy was the only answer that

Joy would accept.  

 

And then another test was presented to me.  How does one act when he see two sisters nearly naked walking right in front

of him?  Obviously a trick to break my integrity but I almost failed.  It was really torture to the point where it hurts so good.

 

My courtship was never about finding Mrs Right.  It was the traditional Filipino courtship that announced finally, I was the

right one.  The final step was to get official permission from the family matriarch -- her dreaded Lola.  Peace of cake.

I bribed her with a bag of imported chocolate to get approval for Judy's hand in marriage (yeah I know, the devil made

me to it).  

 

Was I nervous?  Hell, ya.....sweatin' bullets until I finally got on that 747 heading back to San Diego.  Several months

later, Judy and I were married in San Diego in 1985.  Still goin' strong, approaching our 30th year together.

 

Viagra is my priend......he, he.  

[oldutot]

I have been with Mrs. right for 32 years, I wonder where miss wong is. :hystery:

[Methersgate]

My courtship was never about finding Mrs Right.  It was the traditional Filipino courtship that announced finally, I was the right one.  The final step was to get official permission from the family matriarch -- her dreaded Lola.

 

Peace of cake.

 

I bribed her with a bag of imported chocolate to get approval for Judy's hand in marriage (yeah I know, the devil made me to it).  

 

Priceless! Post of the week!

[Hey Steve]

I knew my bride of 8 months was the one for me when she could tell me the color of my eyes after the first date (lol-ouch! my ribs are still hurting to this day).