I booked a trip to Boracay for the final weekend of January at what I thought was Y's request for the company of her past companions last time she was there, and this time instead of 4 days she was staying for 2 weeks. The Contessa and I were the only ones able to comply. It seems 2012 was my year for second chances (more on that next time).
Diving in headfirst, hopeful and w/o all the facts, late information was relayed to me by The Contessa who had flown in earlier: Y had company, a German man almost twice her age whom she met online.
What the hell? Became What the hell. Plane and hotel's already paid for. I'd just drown my semi-sorrows by bringing the Xtreamer and some movies/TV shows w/ me, if need be.
On the other had I had a chance to meet other people aside from the missed fling from Shanghai and her photogenically-challenged Deutschebag friend. There were the adorable Korean girls who stayed the same hotel The Contessa and I were booked in -- Island Nook -- and its manager Trondz. Marco the Italian real estate developer (and The Contessa's good friend).
I also went paddle boarding, but mostly on my knees as it was a bitch-and-a-half trying to stay standing. Y went kite boarding, w/c would have seriously put a crimp on my male ego had I cared about such things.
As an addendum, a week after I'd gotten back from Bora I got a call from The Contessa, basically telling me Y doesn't like Deutschebag at all. Always looking out for me, this one. That's why we tight.
