Let you win and throw away my fancy schmancy dinner?

I feel like I have a hang over but the strange thing is I only had one bottle of beer last night. One Corona that's it... and about 4 pounds of food. I ate until it felt like the food was up to my neck. Kasi, last night was the pay up time for my dear friend who lost her bet with me. What the bet was over is not as important as the fact that I won. Yes! Originally the deal was that the looser would pay for the winner's lunch. However, I some how got it so that the looser would pay for dinner at some fancy restaurant in Makati. I knew I was going to win anyway. Hahaha. You know I think she thought that I may actually let her win. In fact she even told me that I should have let her win.

For some reason girls always tell me that, "you should let me win." And then they give me that look like I did something horrible wrong for not doing so. You know a bet is much like entering a competition. You wouldn't play a game just to lose would you? Or walk into a casino and lay 20 dollars down on the table thinking “I'll just let the dealer win this one”. That would be ridiculous. So why do girls feel like a man should always simply let them win? Are they looking for ridiculous men to date or are they the one's being ridiculous for thinking that way? Ladies if you want to see if a man will do something for you, you should just ask. There is no point in trying to see if they will make a fool of themselves for you. And in the case that they do seem a little hesitant to do what you ask all you have to do is sweet talk them or pose for them in your lacey dolly and usually that would be enough. (Now, if you are a man who disagrees with what I just said ask yourself what kind of man you really are. )

Anyway, as you already know I didn't let my friend win and I didn't let her get out of our deal either. If she thought I was a gentleman, haha, she thought wrong. I've been living off tortilla chips and fruit bars for the past week and a half. I was ready for some good food, but I guess I was not ready to eat that much food. It just goes to show you though, that you should be careful of what you whish for. To make a long, long meal short she took me to the National Sports Grill in Greenbelt 3 where the portions are American sized. I already felt like I was going to burst when we got finished there but then we went to Bubba Gump's for dessert. And I believe that was the turning point in me becoming a type two diabetic. I was actually sweating while trying to finish eating my ice-cream.


There was a wall of chocolate.


But she kept on eating untill it all came down. That is called gluttony.