The second half of April was a special one for Jenny and me as we got to spend a full two weeks together. Practically nonstop, other than breaking for poop sessions, we were together. Our love is stronger than ever and pretty much verified since we still like each other after seeing each other barf.
Following a 23+ hour plane ride where I caught up on movies that came out over the last three years then a brief yet extensively hot layover in Manila before my flight, I arrived into Jenny’s arms at my first destination. It was a different feeling seeing her this time as it was the second time. It was great, just a little more casual. The longing was still present, but at least we had done this before and knew the sensation to poop was just a bit of butterflies and not an excuse to evacuate our bowels.
The first day was typical of what you might expect after more than a day of traveling. I felt fine physically until we retired for the evening to sleep. Suddenly, those butterflies turned into a much more recognizable feeling. It still did involve my butt and something flying out of it. However, there was nothing romantic here.
Shortly thereafter, my stomach pains were getting worse. I had a very unfamiliar feeling now. It was the sensation that I needed to throw up. I stated this fact to Jenny then dashed to the bathroom. Jenny never lets me make promises. This time though, after telling her I was about to puke, I managed to keep my promise to her. I’m an amazing man who always keeps his word, eh?
I barfed two or three more times. It was quite a bit (more than just a bit) too which was a little alarming. I tried drinking some water at some point. Only minutes later I was racing to the toilet again to throw up. This time it was purely water. Jenny insisted if I throw up again that we go to the hospital. I’m pretty sure she just wanted to get pay off the doctors to give me a sex change operation. Those are really popular in that part of the world. What the Philippines lacks in traffic laws is surely makes up for in transsexuals.
I spent my first full day with Jenny not eating much other than yogurt and crackers. I slept a lot too and only really got out of bed once housekeeping was coming. I was still exhausted from the long flight. This was also the first time in months I was trying to impress anyone (Jenny) so it’s totally her fault. When she told her family about my barfing parade later on, while speaking her native tongue, all I heard was “kpo yao ping lau stress” which was Jenny defending me by saying I am still strong, just stressed from the travel. In reality we’re not really sure why my body decided it was best to attempt to gross out my fiancée on our first night together in six months.
Thankfully (I guess) the puking didn’t stop with me. On our last night in the city Jenny joined me as a puker. Hers was strictly due to a trip to the buffet where she attempted to keep up with me. She ate more than her body could handle and she did her best impression of me into the toilet. Her vomit wasn’t nearly as much as I had which I guess makes me the winner.
Beecation wasn’t all puking though. We had a great time. We also have over 600 pictures together because Jenny documents everything. I swear she’s trying to save me from getting framed for a murder. I love that woman.
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