The lesson from this story: Don't go for the first girl who starts giving you attention. The women talked a whole lot in their Mindanao language, but "support" was an English word that kept being said. I was drunk AF at the time, after hitting up the bars around Ermita. I had one beer at the LA Cafe and she instantly gravitated to me and began pressing her body against mine, but I didn't really want her. So that's why we went to the henhouse instead of to my room.