Another Story

[jai-dee]

I met Kwan on the second day I was in Bangkok. I was doing my

second round of bars at Nana Plaza. After yesterday's Bad Luck

I was kind of indecisive and just couldn't make up my mind. I

walked into a ladyboy bar, immediately realised my mistake and

emerged from it 3 seconds later.

She was working in a beer bar next to the ladyboy bar.

"What you want to look ladyboys? I look you 2 times go in", she

laughed at me. I stopped by her, just trying to explain that

I have no interest whatsoever in ladyboys, and with so many

bars here I just mistakenly entered it (twice).

I sat down with her, we talked some more, and I realised she

was actually a nice girl, pretty face, relaxed, friendly

girl. She wore no jewellery, indicating a relative newcomer to

the bar business. About a month she said, like most of them do.

Hers was a classical BG story. Her parents have a farm near

Chiang Mai. She married young and had a child. Soon thereafter

her husband stopped working and supporting her and she divorced

him. For the next 4 years she struggled to make a living, then

finally gave up and came to Bangkok to try her fortunes as a BG.

She was exactly half my age.

It wasn't long before I paid her barfine and we walked out.

I suggested we have something to eat first. I described her

what kind of food I wanted and she led me to a small diner

that I would never have found myself, where I got exactly

what I was after: good cheap authentic vegetarian fare.

A few weeks later a legendary expert on Bangkok would write

about that diner in his weekly web column:

"... there is one place that everyone coming to Thailand should

visit and that is the Too Lae Dee (translated = cheap and good)

diner which is just inside the entrance of Foodland Supermarket

on Sukumvit Soi 5 ..."

After dinner I became a little disoriented and Kwan took over and

led me to my hotel. I liked the way she behaved so matter-of-factly.

We never talked about what I expected of her or what she expected

of me, certainly never discussed either sex or money. It

seemed as if we understood each other without having to speak

out. In the room I observed with much amusement the usual

routine. Although this was going to be my first night with a BG,

I have read so many reports from you guys that everything seemed

so very familiar.

First she turned on the TV and flicked through all the

channels. Ten minutes later she was satisfied there were no

not-to-be-missed programs and turned her attention to me. We

talked some more, went through my little Thai phrase book,

then she went to the bathroom and soon emerged wrapped in

the towel. The ubiquitous towel, which would later drive me mad

and become the subject of the only major disagreement I would

ever have with her. She ended staying with me all night, just as

I wanted and expected.

She told me she was dreaming of going to Koh Samui for a

holiday. What a coincidence, I had similar plans. I wanted

to do some scuba diving and at this time of the year (May)

Koh Samui was the only reasonable destination. I told her I

would take her to Koh Samui next time I come to Bangkok.

Neither of us took this invitation too seriously.

I had to go to the airport at 7am so I got up early and

started packing my things. She quietly and patiently waited.

Finally, when I was ready to go, I gave her 1000B which she

accepted gratefully. I asked her how far she lived and she wrote

down her exact address. I offered her taxi money but she said no,

she would take the skytrain. She gave me a sniff kiss, I had one

last look at her before entering the taxi and realised that I liked

her a lot.

As it turned out I unexpectedly returned to Bangkok 2 weeks later,

much sooner than I had planned. Now I had almost 3 weeks before I

could fly back home, I had a frequent flyer award ticket with fixed

date. To complicate matters, a few days earlier I had eaten something

that caused my digestive system to misbehave for almost 2 weeks.

When I arrived in Bangkok I was exhausted and totally without energy,

and I spent several days mostly sleeping in my hotel room.

To illustrate just how miserable I felt consider this: the first

evening I went to a go-go bar at Nana. Half a dozen sexy young

girls were dancing right in front of me, completely naked. A barely

dressed girl was sitting in my lap, she let me touch her everywhere

including inside her panties, her hand kept wandering between my

legs, every few minutes she kissed me passionately and said:

"Pay bar for me?" Then the lesbian show started, followed by the

fish and the frog and the balloons. And I was totally indifferent!

The girl in my lap finally gave up, her repeated checks of my

crotch convinced her she was wasting her time.

The second evening I barfined a dancer and took her to my room.

She had a great body, long legs, nice smooth skin. She would only

stay ST. She said she lived with her parents and if she came come

too late mama and papa would be angry. Yeah sure.

The third day I still wasn't feeling any better. Every day I spent

about 20 hours in bed, in the evening I gathered enough strength

to go out, have some food and spend some time in the bars. What a

waste, to be in the sanuk capital of the world in a state like

this. I wandered through bars, looked at girls and girls and girls

and all I wanted was to go back to the hotel and sleep.

But I didn't want to be alone. I decided to go and find Kwan. I

remembered how comfortable I felt with her and suddenly realised I

wanted to be with her again. I knew that with her I could relax

completely and forget about my unwell-being. I wouldn't have to

explain her anything, she would just know. I checked her bar a few

times but never saw her there. The mamasan told me that she had left.

I didn't understand whether that meant left for the day, left this

bar, left Bangkok altogether or what. I had one way to find out,

I still had Kwan's address.

The taxi driver studied the address for what seemed like a very

long time, then confidently nodded and off we went. Sure enough

he found the street quickly. But then the trouble began. House

numbers in Bangkok are not consecutive like elsewhere in the

world, they seemed to be scattered in a totally random order.

The driver stopped at every corner and asked passers-by for

directions. Judging from the body language nobody he asked

had the slightest idea which way our address was. So we more or

less searched the entire neighbourhood about 3 times, without

success. After an hour and a half I was resigned to giving up

and ask the driver to take me back, when I spotted the number I

was looking for. The driver was even more relieved than I.

The building was one of the many similar buildings in this

neighbourhood. It was fairly new, had 5 stories and contained

rooms, not apartments. Armed with my knowledge of about 100 Thai

words I tried to explain to the building manager who I was

looking for. She was just shaking her head, apparently not

recognising the name. I didn't know the room number, but I did

have Kwan's photo in my digital camera. When I showed her the

picture, she recognised Kwan instantly and took me to her room.

But Kwan wasn't at home and neither were any of her room mates.

The manager then talked to a girl next door. They talked for a

while and I managed to understand a word now and then. Among the

words I recognised were: pai thio and "Koh Samui".

"What?!" I interrupted, "are you saying she went on holiday to

Koh Samui?"

"Yes", confirmed the neighbour. What a disappointment!

I was too late. I was going to take her to Samui, but now she'd

already gone there by herself. The thought that she might have

gone there with another farang never occurred to me.

Later that day I went on my usual tour of Nana Plaza. In addition

to feeling sick I was now outright depressed. The one person in

entire Bangkok that I wanted to be with has gone away, I probably

missed her by just a few days. I didn't bother to check in her bar,

there was no point, I knew she wasn't there. For the third day

in the row I was leaving Nana Plaza alone. As I was slowly walking

past the last two bars near the exit I felt a tap on my back.

I turned around and who was there but the girl of my dreams:

"Where you go? Why you not come see me?"

Never before had my feeling changed so dramatically so quickly.

From feeling rotten and depressed to happy and relieved in just

one second. I hugged her and kissed her right there in front of

everybody. I knew she wasn't comfortable with public displays of

affection but I didn't care. I found my tee-rak. She found

me, actually.

We sad down and had a drink. She knew I had been looking for her,

her neighbour told her. It was true that she had taken a few days

off, but she went home to Chiang Mai, not to Koh Samui. She returned

just one hour after I had left her place. And tonight she saw me

walking around and wandered why I never even looked in her direction.

She called my name but with all the noise from all the bars around

I didn't hear her.

After we briefed each other she stood up, took her things and

quietly waited for me to pay her barfine. Once again we understood

what each other felt, without saying a word. We went straight to

my hotel and after 4 sleepless nights I slept peacefully.

By some incredible coincidence I felt much better the next day,

my energy started returning and diarrhea subsided. I wonder if it

was really a coincidence.

I eventually spent almost 2 weeks with Kwan. I know I should have

tried to be with as many different girls as possible. But this time

I felt more comfortable with someone I knew, without having to go

through the same routine of becoming acquainted with a new girl

every night, only to realise hours later that I don't like her as

much as the previous one.

Next morning I booked the tickets to Koh Samui. I didn't ask her

if she would go with me or indeeed if she wanted to go. I just told

her: "I'm taking you to Samui for a week" and she nodded as if she'd

always known this. In the evening we stopped at the bar and I paid

her barfines in advance. I asked the mamasan for a bulk discount but

she didn't quite like the idea.

It was Kwan's first ever flight, yet she remained completely cool as

if we were travelling by tuk-tuk. It was pointless to ask her where

she likes to go for holidays. She didn't know the kind of concept

of holidays that we farangs have. We go skiing, surfing, bushwalking,

diving, mountain climbing, we go to Disneyland, Las Vegas, Rome, we

visit museums, galleries, monuments. For her a holiday was synonymous

with not having to work, in which case she would most likely stay at

home and do nothing.

She had never in her life been on a real holiday. And I wanted to

make sure her first one would be unforgettable. As an accomplished

backpacker I usually thoroughly research my destinations when I

travel. Now for the first time I couldn't be bothered. When we landed

on Samui I told the taxi driver we had no reservations, and he

dropped us off in Chaweng at a resort of his chosing. I booked us

into a deluxe bungalow right by the beach. It was more expensive than

the hotel in Bangkok but I couldn't care less.

Kwan's favourite holiday activity was, not surprisingly, lying in

the deck-chair on the beach. She was paranoid of the sun, she would

only leave the shade when clouds covered the sun. Like a true Thai

she admired farang women for their pale skin and did everything

to avoid getting sun tanned. I didn't tell her that UV rays can easily

penetrate most clouds and are also abundantly reflected off the white

sand.

This became the laziest holiday in my entire life. We rarely got up

before 11 o'clock, we spent afternoons lying in deck-chairs, in the

evenings we went for a stroll along the beach, where she collected

vast quantities of little shells which I had to carry for her. After

sunset we went out for a slow walk down the main street. We ate in

a different restaurant every day. She enjoyed seafood very much, she

had a different seafood dish every day. I noticed she didn't like

certain restaurants that I thought were quite good. It was only at

the end of our stay there that I discovered the reason - they only had

a menu in English which she couldn't read.

She obviously enjoyed relaxing, but I became restless after a few days.

To break the monotony I hired a car one day. At 800B a day it was

a bargain, especially compared to taxis which charged 200B for even

short rides. We drove halfway around the island when I noticed on

the map that there were some lookout points in the interior. I took

a road away from the coast to check them out. Very soon the concrete

ended, the dirt road soon thereafter turned into a track, the track

soon became a very bad track. This was becoming fun, I thought.

The car was a 4WD and I knew that a car like this could handle much

more than most drivers. Driving through sections of mud, negotiating

huge rocks and deep holes, crossing washed away sections seemed

rather scary, it looked as if the car was going to overturn. But

there was never any real danger.

Kwan apparently didn't share my enthusiasm for 4WDriving. She became

tense and her face pale. I laughed and told her everything was

fine, I had done plenty of such driving before. But she just wouldn't

relax, let alone see any fun in this. In fact an hour into the

mountains she became very and insisted that we turn back. I finally

realised that she was genuinely scared.

Going back would mean another hour of the same rough track, so I

convinced it was better to push ahead, expecting the track to

improve any moment. Unfortunately it didn't, our adventure lasted

3 full hours. Kwan was distinctly uncomfortable and I regretted

ever taking that turn inland. When we finally reached the concrete

she got visibly relieved.

Two days later I booked us for a diving trip to Koh Tao.I was hoping

Kwan would have some fun snorkelling while I would go scuba diving.

But once again I miscalculated. The boat trip to the island was

pretty rough, Kwan's face became white, then green, and just as we

arrived she vomitted. All the time we were at Koh Tao she spent

lying on the deck. She even skipped the lunch which was the best

meal I had in 3 weeks in Thailand. The same thing happened on the way

back. Everybody enjoyed the trip except poor Kwan who was seasick.

I felt so sorry for her, she had such a miserable day. With a bit of

foresight I could have provided her with pills for sea sickness.

One thing that I liked most about Kwan was that she was so

undemanding. She never asked anything of me, she always seemed to be

happy with what I gave her. In the bar she never solicited drinks.

A few times we went shopping and I offered to buy things for her.

She accepted my offer almost as if she was doing me a favour, and

she never picked anything over 150B. Once we were in Robinson's, she

was looking at a dress and I hinted I'd buy it for her if she liked

it, and she said: "No, too expensive." When she was hungry, she would

go out and buy herself a piece of chicken or whatever, with her

money. When I saw she was down to her last hundred I would give her

some pocket money (500B).

One evening she felt like having an ice-cream. I took her to

Swensens and we had 250B worth of ice-cream. She wasn't too

impressed, I couldn't figure out why, as I thought their ice-cream

was pretty good. Next evening she took me to McDonalds and bought

us their 7B ice-cream. So that was it, she thought Swensens were

too expensive.

She did, however, like to be pampered. On Samui she would lie in

her beach chair and when a fruit vendor came by she would "order"

me: "Go buy falang". Guava was her favourite fruit, her 10B

daily luxury.

I asked her what she would do if she won one million baht on the

lottery. She promptly answered without hesitation:

"I buy room, just for me."

I asked, surprised: "Room? You mean a house?"

"No, just room, so I no share with others."

After some explaining I understood: poor girl had never in her

life had the luxury of living in a room of her own.

Her home in Bangkok was a room about 3m square size, with a bathroom

attached. She shared it with 4 other girls. There was no kitchen,

no aircon, no TV, no furniture. In one corner they kept their

clothes, in another the shoes, in the third some plates and glasses

and food. At night they rolled out mats on the floor. Only one of her

roomates was there when I visited yet I felt claustrophobic after

a few minutes.

So this is how some BGs live. I often asked them what they do when

they aren't at work or with a customer. Yoo bahn and nawn

were the usual responses. Stay at home and sleep. Is it any wonder then

that they so readily come with us and spend all night in a spacious

comfortable hotel room?

One night we were returning to the hotel, and as we passed

Seven Eleven she asked me to buy a bottle of water. I said:

"What for, there is plenty of water in the refrigerator in the room."

She looked at me, disapprovingly: "Water here 5B, water in hotel

20B." How delightful to be with a girl who has such a healthy

attitude when it comes to spending money.

One day Kwan said she wanted to go to the go-go bar. There is one

go-go bar on Koh Samui, and it's a real rip-off. Drinks cost 120B,

exactly twice as much as in the beer bars next doors. I wasn't too

keen at first, it was the last thing I expected from a BG on a

holiday. Back at Nana Plaza where she works every night there are at

least a dozen go-go bars.

"But when I work I can't go to bar."

"Why not?"

"Can't."

End of argument, she has never been inside a go-go bar. So I took

her to the bar.

There I discovered she had another quality that I liked: she was not

possessive at all. She wanted to know which of the dancing girls I

liked most. I didn't like any as they were rather old and fat and ugly,

and I told her so. But she insisted that I choose one, so I

gave in: "OK, #4 is not too bad." For the rest of the time we

were there she urged me to pay bar fine for that girl. I tried to

explain that I already had the girl that I liked best and that

one girl was quite enough for me. But she insisted: "No problem.

You like #4, pay bar for her and take her to the room."

From that day on, whenever she noticed that I was eyeing another

girl with interest she would start again: "You like her? Go pay

bar." At first I thought she was teasing me, or provoking me, or

testing me. Eventually I became convinced she was serious. She

really wanted me to get another girl, and she was saying this as

if this was the most common and normal thing where she came from.

Language difficuties didn't allow me to pinpoint her motives, all

I'm sure is she wasn't after group sex: "You make love to her, I

look you." A voyeur BG? Did she want to see how other girls behave

in bed? Surely she could discuss this with her workmates. Was she

tired of sex and wanted some relief? Hardly, she could handle far

more sex than I. One day I'm going to find out.

The longer I was with Kwan the more I noticed how she didn't look

at all like a bar girl. She didn't behave like one, she didn't dress

like one. She wore whatever old clothes she had. If this bothered her

she never showed it. One day she commented on the jeans she was

wearing: "Falang buy for me. Him casey. I never pay 600B for

jeans." Casey? What's casey? I had to pronounce the word a dozen times

before I recognised it: crazy. At first I wondered why she didn't

wear something nice, more attractive, like all other girls. That

question was answered when she took me home. She didn't have any

nice clothes. She didn't have the money to buy nice clothes.

She was completely comfortable being a poor farm girl from northern

Thailand. She never pretended to be anything else. Only two months

ago she had been labouring in the rice fields for 100B a day.

In public she didn't hold hands with me or lean on me like

most BGs do. I never insisted on it, knowing that displaying

affection in public doesn't come naturally to Thais.

The already quoted authority writes on his website:

"Thais from the North ... have extremely soft skin, much softer

than those from all of the other regions."

Kwan's skin certainly was wonderfully soft and smooth, I kept

comparing it to silk. I liked nothing better than to hold her

in my arms, caressing her and feeling her delicate skin. I

kept telling her how much skin contact means to me. Eventually

she got the message, the last few nights in bed she wrapped

herself tightly around me and we slept like that all night.

Her idea of sex, much as I expected, was to lie on her back and

spread her legs. Everything was laeo tae phom, up to me.

I wanted her to be more active in bed, but she stubbornly refused.

"Why don't you make love to me for a change?" I asked her.

Absolutely not, she reacted as if I asked her something unthinkable.

She was visibly annoyed by this line of questioning:

"Why you speak me? You want sek, come and have sek."

In other words, I'm here, I'm yours, help yourself as much as

you like, just stop bugging me with your stupid questions, casey

farang.

Her concept of shyness was something I could never quite comprehend.

She would spend the night naked in bed with me, she happily let me

touch and explore her entire body and didn't mind having the light on.

She never stopped me when I uncovered her and looked at her naked body,

as long as she was in horizontal position. But when it was time to get

out of bed she would first wrap herself in the towel and then get up.

She would then put her bra over the towel and her panties under the

towel before removing the towel. Not once did she let me see her naked

in the vertical position.

Every evening we fought over her towel. She always climbed in bed

wrapped in the towel and then deliberately resisted my efforts to

remove it. I happen to passionately believe that clothes and towels

have absolutely no place in bed. I wanted to throw the towel out of

reach into the far corner of the room but she insisted on keeping it

in bed, in case she had to get up. Eventually we reached a compromise:

she would remove the towel herself, not when I wanted, but a few

minutes later when she decided the time was right.

On our last day in Samui I did something reckless. We had discussed

the use of condoms several times. She seemed to believe in their

benefit and always said: "Condoms good". I made her promise me she

would never have sex with a customer without a condom. But I wasn't

really sure that she understood why I insisted on condoms, she

seemed to be concerned about getting pregnant. But surely she couldn't

be so ignorant, surely she must have heard of STD and HIV. More than

once I asked her if she ever had sex with a customer without a condom.

I never got a decisive answer. Could mean yes, could mean no. You know

how it is when they (Asians) don't want to answer a question. First

they pretend they don't understand, and if you drill them and insist

on an answer they just stonewall you.

Anyway, that day I started the foreplay as always. Her pussy was so

hot and wet and inviting that I couldn't resist the temptation. I just

had to feel the inside of her without the insulation of a condom that

neutralises 80% of the pleasure. Just a little bit, I thought, not

the full penetration, I wouldn't want to take the risk. I pushed in

very slightly, just one centimeter. I expected her to stop me or to

remind me to take a condom just like she always did when I was slow

getting it.

But she just lay still, as if hypnotised. Very slowly and gently I

pushed in a little more. She was fully aware of what I was doing.

I looked her straight in the eyes, my eyes were begging: "Stop me,

because I can't stop myself." She didn't move, she didn't say anything

and I went a centimeter deeper. Still no reaction from her. My instincts

and my mind were fighting for the control of my body, and my mind

lost. It didn't take me long to come. Apart from immense pleasure the

only thing I remember about those moments is that we held eye contact

throughout.

I collapsed on her and slowly returned back to reality. Suddenly my

mind was flooded with the realisation that I just had unprotected sex

with a bargirl. The feeling of orgasmic pleasure gave way to shock

and panic:

"why did you let me do this? Why didn't you stop me?"

By then she'd come out of her petrified state. She was angry:

"You casey! Why you sek without condom?"

"But you knew it all along. You should have stopped me."

"You casey no condom!"

We repeated this exchange another dozen times and of course she never

answered my question.

Much later I came to the conclusion that her reasoning must have been

like this: she thought there was practically no risk for her, she was

in no danger of catching anything from me. Which was true, I was clean,

although she couldn't have known that for sure. And as far as I was

concerned, if I was willing to take the risk, then that was my problem,

not hers. Or maybe she didn't think much beyond laeo tae khun.

Now I can only hope that the rest of you who had been with her before

were more responsible and exercised safe sex.

On the plane back to Bangkok I gave her 10,000 baht. I told her

that this wasn't payment for her services, but that I just wanted

to help her. She didn't say anything at first, her face didn't

light up, she didn't thank me, she didn't even take the money. Only

when I started joking that I was going to take it back did she

slowly pick it up.

I had been thinking for days about this, how much if anything I

should give her. I had already spent well over than 20,000B for

her on this vacation. I also had a "quote" from another BG (who

was a dancer and demanded 2000B LT). She was willing to go with me

to Samui for a week for just 4000B plus all expenses paid. In purely

financial terms the holiday itself should be more than adequate

compensation for the time Kwan spent with me. But I wanted to give

her something, I wanted her to come home better off than she was

before the trip. On the other hand, I was wary of giving her too

much. I knew she wouldn't like me more or respect me more if I gave

her more money, quite the opposite, she would consider me foolish.

So I wasn't quite sure what to make of her reaction. Was it too

little? Was it more than she expected? Was she shocked at the

sight of more cash than she ever had before?

Next day in Bangkok I met her at the bar again and I noticed she

was wearing a gold necklace.

"What is this?" I asked in surprise.

"I buy today," she showed it proudly. My reaction was instant

and spontaneous:

"What? You bought this with the money I gave you?" I shouldn't

be surprised really, I was aware how important gold is to TGs.

It's just that in my personal opinion investing in gold is a

total waste of money. And she had never before mentioned gold

or shown any interest in it. I suppose I expected she would send

the money to her parents, or buy some nice clothes, or maybe put

it in the bank.

"All ladies have, only I no have" she said, on the verge of tears.

She was so very offended by my reaction. I tried to explain myself,

saying that it was really her money now and she was free to spend

it the way she wanted, I was just surprised at her priorities.

It took me several hours of hard work before she was talking to

me again.

Then again, if my money enabled her to gain the all important face,

and if this made her happy, so be it. After all, I wanted to make

her happy in the first place. This event told me something about my

tee-rak. Obviously she was not in dire need of money if she

spent 7000B on a gold necklace. She had told me that she worked in the

bar in order to support her family. Her family apparantly was not

on the brink of starvation, her mother was not sick and didn't

require expensive medical treatment, her father was not behind

with repayments for the truck, the buffalo didn't die and the bank

was not about to repossess the family farm.

It also explained why she wasn't greedy, why she never asked for

money. She didn't yet realise what her earning potential was. When

she is with a farang she has a sense of security, she knows she

is not going to be hungry and doesn't need to worry about tomorrow.

She could get 500B, 1000B or even more by doing nothing more than

chatting to a man and then lying on her back for 10 minutes. Even

the 500B minimum is a vast improvement - only 2 months ago she was

planting rice under the hot sun for a whole week to make that money.

When we returned to Bangkok Kwan went back to the bar. We agreed that

she would come to me after work and spend the rest of the nights and

the mornings with me. This arrangement only lasted one night. After

that I picked her up and paid her bar fine at 6pm every day.

But on the first night I went to Clinton Plaza. I felt much more

confident now than on my first visit there 4 weeks ago. I was easily

able to resist requests to pay bar and buy cola from girls I wasn't

interested in. Instead I nursed my drink and systematically watched

the dancers. One of them, #34, caught my eye, not just because she had

a perfect body but because of the way she danced. While most go-go

dancers lazily shift their weight from one foot to another, without

even trying to hide how bored they are, this one was dancing as if

she was trying to win a competition. Her dancing was very raunchy,

she simulated sexual acts with another girl and seemed to thourougly

enjoy it. I made eye contact with her and as soon as she finished

dancing she joined me.

It turned out she was a pro. We didn't waste much time with small

talk, she offered her terms straight away: 1200B for ST. I would

have preferred LT but I just had to have her. I paid her bar fine,

she went to change and we left to my hotel.

She was really good and very experienced, she knew exactly how to

make a man happy. She was also very efficient, the entire session

with her lasted barely half an hour. And although she gave me the

best sex of my entire stay in LOS there was something missing. It

was purely physical pleasure, totally impersonal, she felt more like

a sex machine than a person. Just like an escort back home. This is

not what I came to LOS for.

Kwan returned around 3am. I asked her why she was so late, my hotel

is only 5 minutes from Nana Plaza.

"I go with farang short time. He give me 1500 baht."

My dilema about money surfaced again. Here she was taking in 1500B

for ST while I was giving her less than 1000B for practically 24 hours

a day. Should I give her more? Should I buy her gifts? I decided

against more money, it would only spoil her. But I did buy her a nice

perfume when I realised she didn't have any.

She wanted to know how I spent my evening and I told her about my

ST with #34.

"How much you pay her?" was her first question.

I said 1000B, I couldn't admit I paid more for ST than I give her

for being with me all day. She didn't believe me:

"I think you pay 1500 or 2000 baht." I was relieved that she said

this, I didn't have to lie anymore, and I sincerely and emphatically

denied having paid 1500B.

She then wanted to know all about #34. What was she like? Where does

she work? Next day she made me take her to the bar where I found #34.

She watched the dancers with professional interest. When #34 finished

dancing I motioned her to come and sit with us. I introduced her to

Kwan and bought her a drink which entitled me to snuggle to her and

explore her body. But she was unusually reserved, so different

from the uninhibited girl the night before. She kept pointing toward

Kwan and saying: "She box you." #34 was afraid my GF was going to beat

me up for flirting with her. I just laughed, it was too hard to explain,

as I didn't know the Thai word for jealous. Kwan was completely ignoring

my activities, she was happily chatting with another BG.

And so I survived two wonderful weeks with a young sweet soft-skinned

TG. I didn't fall in love, I didn't try to take her out of the bar,

I'm not going to send her money. But I sure would like to meet her

again sometime. I don't believe she is going to make an outstanding

career as a BG. She is far too lazy for that. And I'm glad she is,

I'd hate to see her learning advanced techniques of the trade and

become a calculating greedy pro, wearing some sexy outfit in the

latest fashion, walking in platform shoes, sporting a mobile phone

and several pieces of gold jewellery, and sending emails to several

overseas boy friends asking them for money. I hope that on my next

visit to LOS I can still find that nice simple farm girl that I knew.

[Guest]

Poseidon,

I'm ~1/3 the way thru your long damn story. So far, so good. I'm looking forward to continuing it tomorrow. Thanks.

[Chanchao]

Great story, I think we all recognize something in there from our own first steps in Thailand..

Personally I don't like this kind of apathy in girls I'm spending quality time with. I think an adventurous spirit both when doing holiday-things as well as between the sheets is extremely important.

Then again I've NEVER met a Thai girl who appreciates some good Off Road driving.. They all seem to think it's dangerous where in reality driving the main roads at 60mph is WAY WAY more dangerous than driving slow on a dirt track where pretty much the worst that can happen is getting stuck in the mud.

Anyway, thanks for a great post!

Cheers,

Chanchao

[Guest]

Good story for sure!

Alot different than the first part. My how things can change in LOS.

Always amazes me how they can find you in a crowd.

[follies]

Poseidon, nice story.

Obviously cannot relate to all of your story, but the part about payment upon return from Koh Samui brought back a memory.

About 5 years ago, I took a Thai girl to Phuket for the week. Like you, I'm not sure that I understood "the rules" of these trips at the time (I do now.....). To me, I'd paid her airfare, paid for the hotel, all the meals...in short, everything. Should that not be enough? Wasn't this a holiday for her.

The answer to both these questions is NO. We had an animated discussion about this on the way back to Bangkok, her basic reasoning was that she had to be renumerated otherwise "my friends think I'm stupid, going with you for nothing". At the time I was irritated, but the more I understood about Thailand, the more I accept this.

Basically, it's just a small point. To me (and by the sound of it, to you also) it was well worth it...you get to go to a tropical isle with a beautiful woman, 90% of the world's males would envy that !!!

[shygye]

You have to pay her for the one week. Spending the week with you cost her potential earnings at the bar. Buy her the equivalent in gold if cash seems too cold.

[stumpy]

Excellent! More good stuff.

[Steve]

Great story! Enjoyed it. Interesting how we all go to LOS for what may be the same reasons and end up getting our own unique experiences from it.

[tbear31]

Great story, and once again I agree with Choco Steve; Seems like if a 1,000 people went to Thailand, there would be 1,000 different impressions of the place. I've just spent two weeks there, and it seems like it was just scratching the surface.

Thanks for sharing!

T

[dattakm31]

thats a TRAVELLOUGE (I hope i spelled it right) great job POSEIDON .as far as your literary escapades go.As far as your experience goes I think u were really down after ure stomach upsets otherwise u wouldnt enjoy with someone so MISSIONARy all throughout your stay.Try a raunchier thai next time. One word of advise NO SEK WITHOUT CONDOM. or else u will need lots of 10,000 bht for life.