Pervert Alert

It can be pretty crazy in the casino, especially during the evening when the guests are ordering free drinks with alcohol every 5 minutes. Next thing we know, they're drunk and flirty and trying to touch us. This is a familiar weekend scene but seldom does it happen that a pervert actually succeeds in touching us--or me.

So, it was early Friday morning and I was working overnight until 4am when this asshole ordered his nth glass of free beer. Of course, I couldn't complain because he was spending tens of thousands at the Baccarat table and there's nothing left to do but try and make him stay there, and if serving him free beer with a smile despite his rudeness is what it's going to take, then I can serve him all night.

Anyway, I walked up to him, handed him the beer but kept my distance because I know from experience that was what was best for me. He was rummaging through his chips for change to give me as tip, and he finally found a 100, so I held out my tray for him to drop his tip there. The pervert actually took my free hand, put his tip there, closed my hand, held it still and put it in my breast with his fingers touching my skin from my low neckline. ARGH!!! I was on the verge of hitting the guy with my plastic tray when I remembered that we were supposed to report and not hit and let security handle the situation. So I went up to the Pit Manager--who's also Chinese and speaks poor English--and he couldn't understand me that I started crying from frustration and anger.

At the end of the day, the guy was just sent out of the casino. No apologies, no nothing. I didn't feel any better at all. I should have just hit him hard with my tray, surely, I have felt better.

Macau, Asia's Las Vegas

Six months ago, this is what was on my mind:


23.6 square kilometers of land, that's what I have to explore in the new place that will be my home for the next 365 days. I wonder what Macau has to offer aside from hotels and casinos? Maybe a new love... But I psyched myself that Macau is not a place to find true love. Not with all the gamblers around, I'm not a fan of gambler boyfriends.


I landed here with a broken heart. Thinking it will be a good place to have a fresh start. Reset everything, I said. My heart, my Facebook relationship status and my life in general. No parents, no limits, just me and all the strangers around. So I guess no one cares, and whatever happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, right? So it should be the same around here.

Now I'm near the 6th month mark. 10 sick days, conjunctivitis on Christmas, ignored during a New Year's party, and a new love. Yes, I found love in the last place I expected to find it. Life is so ironic sometimes. Or maybe that's just how it happens all the time.

I looked back and amazingly I was totally different from when I first arrived. I can't place it under good or bad. All my experiences are ridiculous, crazy, funny, heartwarming, depressing, exciting and all that jazz. I love my life here, it's as free as I could ever be. Yes, intrigue and gossip still follow me, but who doesn't get that? It's normal. We only live once, so why not go crazy at some point?

I work in a Poker Lounge in Macau. Without doubt, I say it's the best in Macau--if not Asia. A dozen flatscreen TVs to keep you entertained while you get crappy hands and chairs that are comfortable enough for a 24-hour session. Dealers who got cool blings and bedazzled nails. Not to mention really hot babes serving you complimentary drinks. The ambiance makes you feel that you can walk around half-naked and not mind--or so we all thought. Unfortunately, there's a lot more happening behind the scenes that can make life difficult in this Rock n Roll casino. Everybody says our job is so cool, but there's more to it than looking hot and pretty for guests.

So let me let you in to some of the secrets to being a Poker Lounge Babe.