Now before you think I’m some kind of prude or not a man, I am. My mother used to say, “Juan, You’re a handsome boy and all the women at church think you’re going to grow up and be a handsome man.” Anyway, Mr. Sex-Appeal again invited me to go to the Philippines with him and again I politely refused. I don’t need that in my life and I refuse to do anything that would make me feel less than. My working relationship with him will remain being just that, I have no other common interests with him.
You should have seen the smile on his face when he told me of what five dollars would get me in Manila, I smiled and said, “Yeah I’m sure but I don’t want that. I’m sure that’s not legal there either.” He replied, “The authorities look the other way.” It still doesn’t make it right and again I want nothing to do with it. I have enough trouble looking in the mirror for what I have done in my past and I’m not about to add more to my list. I must admit, when I was in my twenties or thirties, I might have taken him up on his offer but that was then and this is now.
I look at my adult daughter and I can barely stand who she hangs out with! I have nothing in common with a poor child trying to stay alive by selling herself, yuck, double yuck. When I was a baby I put my hand in my diaper and tasted what was down their, I never did it again. As I turn sixty in a few months you wouldn’t catch me on a plane heading there. I have more in common with Ed, my other Filipino coworker. He says, “There’s unhappiness and sin there and you are better than that.” I tend to agree with him. This too will pass