loner w/a boner Posted October 6, 2003 Report Share Posted October 6, 2003 Ran into some really nice guys the other day. While on the BTS platform at Chit Lom, I was approached by an Indonesian (supposedly) man who spoke English with almost no accent. It's so thoughtful of the natives to cater to us English-speakers. And he was friendly too! He said he is an Immigration Officer in Bali. He even invited me to Indonesia--and I just met the man! What a nice guy. After he learned I am from Texas, he seemed so excited. It turns out that his sister will be attending the University of Texas in just a few weeks. Of course, the school is in mid-semester at the moment, but I'm sure he meant that she would arrive early in order to acclimate. He asked me to talk to his sister about the US, and Texas--to answer some questions. How could I refuse? We went into the nearby Micky D's (McDonald's) where I met his sister and niece (two seperate women, in this case). The sister, less attractive but still "do-able" I'll call "B". The younger neice was cuuuuuute--with a big smile, and, anyway....I'll call her "Mmmmm". After the guy insisted on buying me a soda, they urged me to go to a relative's house (so I could meet the rest of them, and discuss his neice's new life in America). How could I say "no"? After all, they were so nice, and since he spent money on me, I'd feel bad letting him down. Besides, they needed my help. Off we went in a taxi. The guy, I'll call him "M", sat up front, and spoke excellent Thai, giving the cabbie instructions. Oddly enough, the driver didn't use the meter. I was so distracted by these lovely flirtatious lasses (Mmmm's tits, honestly), that I didn't even notice the general direction of our travel. After all, I was in good hands. We talked about our cultures, and they asked some personal questions about where I lived. The soi, the name of my apts, etc...I eventually mentioned that I was a pretty good boy, not drinking or gambling, or such. I hear many native men are unreliable, with similar vices, so I wanted to reassure these ladies. My statement was followed with an extremely brief silence....almost unnoticeable. A "seamless transition" you might call it. But the conversation quickly resumed, with Mmmm, the cutest, mentioning that she would like for me to show her Patpong. M suggested that we invade Soi Cowboy some time soon. Every time he said "Soi Cowboy" it sounded like he said "Psycho Boy". I thought it was some kinda gay night club. Anyway...then M did something that really touched me (not in the gay nightclub kinda way though). He mentioned that they were having a family reunion in a few days, and he was inviting me!!! It was going to be held at the same house we were headed to, and would have many relatives there. After a while, we got out, and switched cabs. M said that the first driver was taking a circuitous route. I wondered why M didn't simply correct him, since he spoke Thai. Gosh, It was so subtle it never really occurred to me to wonder why. I still don't wonder why. After arriving, I met M's "uncle" (I'll call "K"), and a woman identified as K's wife. We all sat down for a quick meal. In no time at all, M's sister, B, prepared (just for me) a special Indonesian treat--thin and made of egg. In the west we call it a plain omlet. It was yummy. I was the only one eating that. The others all ate from some other dish. That made me feel really special. You know, I never had a birthday party growing up, but these people were making up for it real fast. I'm hating my parents less, even as I type. Afterwards, I was ready to sit down and "talk Texas". K was a really nice guy. We sat on the couch, and he told me about his job in Indo. He's a dealer at a Blackjack table. Kewl! I've never talked with a professional casino employee before. I could just listen for hours. I hoped the "no gambling" comment I made in the cab wouldn't put a squelch on the direction of the conversation. I wouldn't want to be considered a snob, you know. Fortunately, the girls didn't say a word about it. Phew! I was in the clear. I told K that I didn't gamble, but found it all fascinating. I briefly told him of two stories I had heard from two of my college professors, (statistics and finance). Each had gone to Vegas (presumably unrelated excursions) with some cash, and a plan. After all, they had mathematics backgrounds, and under all the glitter and gold, gambling's just mathematical probabilities. Right? I won't bother you with the predictable ending to their stories, but it has to do with sufficient initial capital, the law of large numbers, and timing. K nodded and laughed. I'm glad I could make my new friend smile. He agreed on the spot to show me some inside tips. I now realize in hindsight that, at the time, I felt a little ashamed. I hope he didn't feel pressured to share with me. I bet everyone he meets wants to know his "insider secrets". I'm going to have to learn to pay closer attention to my feelings. Everyone else had somehow wondered outside; except K's wife (presumably in the kitchen). It was just me and K. We grabbed something to drink, and headed for a back room with a small square table and a few chairs, conveniently placed. Of course, at this point, I wanted not only the house address, but lattitute, longitute, minutes, and seconds. But what the heck, it's just a game--right? I really wanted to help the gal prepare for her Texas experience, but there would be plenty of time, so I guess it could wait. Maybe I could do it at the family reunion. That way I could reassure all those realitives who may worry about their "little girl" being so far from home. I had been invited into their home, eaten at their table, been invited to their family reunion--hell, I was almost one of the family. And, if that wasn't enough--K, whom I just met, was going to let me in on gambling industry secrets--awesome! They must have really trusted me. I was so proud, I wouldn't dare let them down. I was really touched. They're not like my family at all--nagging about, you know...get a job, don't sleep all day, start showering--nag nag nag. No, these people loved me unconditionally--as I really am. K showed me some hand signals to indicate what the dealer (he) was holding, and what the next card would be. He showed me many things. I'm sure gambling houses have cameras--but he reassured me that was just Vegas and Monte Carlo--not in Indonesian casinos. Of course, they have a Pit Boss--but he would be "in on the deal", and look the other way. I was getting it after a few tries. Guess I'm not a quick study--and with no gambling experience, I made some mistakes. K was quite patient with me. I never got under his ski....uh....he never got impatient with my erratic and unpredictable progress. I was having so much fun. I felt like Gomer Pyle (Shazam!). K mentioned that he knew a rich Chinese lady who gambles away her husbands money, like flushing water down a toilet. He even informed me that, we could take her for a lot of cash. This man must really trust me. Taking me into his home, feeding me, letting me in on such a "quick cash" opportunity. It's amazing how life can bless the so "undeserving". Was it Christ who said that, or P.T. Barnum. Hmmm, maybe it was W. C. Fields? There are people who think W.C. Fields is the Messiah, but that's a different story. Anyway...back to my conscience...I had been stairing at these bitchs' tits while the girls talked about Patpong and how hard it is to get vibrators and dildos in Indonesia. I felt so ashamed. I owe this man something. How can I repay him? It's not as if he tried to take advantage of me. I learned with chips; he never did anything so alarming as introduce cash. Until, that is....when he was talking about the Chinese lady. As he spoke of her, he popped-out his cell phone, and began dialing. What luck! She was already on her way. And immediately, K produced ten one-thousand baht bills. I would be gambling using his money! What have I got to loose? And besides, he's the dealer!!! The Chinese lady must have met the rest of K's family. I didn't ask, but it was obvious. Otherwise, why wouldn't he let someone in his family be the one to make all that money? After all that K had done for me, and all of their hospitatility, I would feel ashamed if I thought anything less. And we can't allow ourselves to feel "bad" feelings, can we? Nope, K trusted me--for sure, and I owed him my trust back--and conscience obliged me to demonstrate it! Oddly enough, as K hollered for more drinks, he said something in another tongue to M's sister, B (one of the gals in the cab, remember?) as she brought me a fresh glass. I think domesticity in women is so sexy, don't you? Not like those ball-busting femanoid bitches in the US. K then said that B would sit next to me and pretend to be my fiance. I guess that way she could correct any mistakes I made. Glad my slow learning didn't make him feel unsettled, hehehe. Well, I had a blast. Meeting new friends, flirting with 2 nasty chicks, and learning some gambling tips. But, it was time for me to leave--before the Chinese lady showed up. I told K that I needed to know him a little better, and perhaps after we meet again 2 or 3 times I would be more comfortable. I was looking forward to it. I handed him back his ten thou, stood up and headed for the door. M and Mmmm reappeared from outside. K's wife reappeared from the kitchen. Talk about timing! It was just as well. You see, M and Mmmm were about to leave. It seems that M's mom was in the hospital with heart trouble, and she needed an operation, but they had no money. So, they were going to go visit her. Now that the game was off, B could join them. Hey! I have an idea. Why don't I catch a taxi with them? I talked a little more about shopping with B, Psycho Boy with M, and Patpong with Mmmm. I couldn't resist looking at her tits, and smiling. My new friends didn't smile quite as much as before (I didn't fart Indo, or anything like that) . I guess it was because of the impending hospital visit. I had them drop me off first--and gave them a couple of hundred baht for the taxi--after all, I had such a good time, it was worth it. Postscript. The 3 of them gave me their cell phone numbers. I called M the next day. I wanted to follow-up on Psycho Boy, uh, Soi Cowboy, but he was too busy that night. The next day I called Mmmm. Wanted to see her in a bad way. But, K answered the phone (he didn't identify himself, but I recognized his voice--I didn't let him know that I knew). I guess Mmmm left her phone on the coffee table, and K just picked it up. When I identified myself, he abruptly hung up. Perhaps he was in a hurry. I re-dialed the number a few more times--just in case. I hope I hadn't upset him by ending our first meeting so abruptly. Damn shame Mmmm didn't answer. She had some cute "pointies" there. Then I called B. Why not? I had a lot of fun with these people. She said she'd get back with me, but I never heard from her either. Making new friends can be hard sometimes. I'm so lonely...sniff sniff. Lastly, I'd like to say that I did make a few major, potentially deadly mistakes. Going with strangers is foolish. Admittedly, I'm a grizzly bear/gorilla/asshole, but I'm not bullet-proof. I could have been kidnapped, held for ransom, poisioned by the omlet, or brutally murdered. Secondly, I really had no idea where I was. No clue even what part of town. Man oh man, I really liked Mmmm's tits. Oh, my favorite part of the day? Sorry Mmmm, your tits came in second. It was when I stood up from the gambling table and backhanded, er, I mean handed-back K's money. He was no fool. After all, I was an "unknown" variable to him too. We all left on cordial terms. I never felt threatened in any way. My favorite part about that? I never once had to withdraw my concealed knife, and kill anyone. Later Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Posted October 6, 2003 Report Share Posted October 6, 2003 Great Story You have the touch with words. Hope we get more of them. We should move it to trips/stories, where it will get the proper respect it's due. Makes one consider buying one of those watches with a GPS, so you can find your way home. But hen shy should anyone ever worry when you can depend on meeting such nice people as you did. More, more........ Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
carew66 Posted October 6, 2003 Report Share Posted October 6, 2003 So that was the game...Hmm, met a similar set-up about a year ago. 3 women, Malaysia based, living BKK, daughter going to college in London etc. Even down to the McDonald's. How interesting. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Whitney Posted October 7, 2003 Report Share Posted October 7, 2003 My encounter happened in April by Nana Station. Filipina lady, about 50 years old. She asked where I'm from,how long in Thailand, blah blah blah... Next thing she tells me is that her daughter going to University in California in a month to become a doctor, and could I talk to her about life in California, then invites me to a coffee shop. She asks me to meet her next day to go to her place, meet her daughter and family, with them picking me up in their car. I told her just have her daughter and her stop by the hotel I'm staying at :: She politely declines, I told her I could show them both a good time in Bangkok. She did not persist, at least I got a free coffee out of it. This encounter gave me a wake-up call to always watch my back. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
thalenoi Posted October 7, 2003 Report Share Posted October 7, 2003 I can not believe anyone could be so stupid to follow a stranger into a car to an unknow place where he will be taken to the cleaners... I had this guy somewhere in Bangkok talking to me and asking what country I came from. When I replied friendly "From Belgium" he told me he used to be the manager of the Bangkok SABENA office (the now deceased Belgian airline), can you believe that??? and he went on ranting about a business deal and tried to get me into a taxi. I jumped into the nearest tuk-tuk and disapeared. Now a days I just continue walking, ignoring those guys. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MaiLuk Posted October 7, 2003 Report Share Posted October 7, 2003 In Pratunam, indian guy turban and all spotted me waiting outside a shop while the gf was trying on some nice expensive piece of clothing the poor girl has no money guess i'll help her buy it. Anyway, turban man says "excuse me, excuse me sir. You have a very lucky face, it is extraordinary. You will have amazing luck, please please i must talk with you." I say "you see that girl in there trying on that shirt?" His eyes follow my pointing finger, he looks back at me, i say "That is the meanest cruelest puying ever stepped foot into pratunam, and she's my girlfriend! If i'm so lucky why i don't have a nice puying to spend my time with?" Before the well educated gentleman could intelligently respond, the gf appears, screams at the nice man "FUCK OFF!" and drags me away demanding to know "why you tawking with these people they fuking asshooles!". Seems she lost interest in the shirt. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MaiLuk Posted October 7, 2003 Report Share Posted October 7, 2003 I can not believe anyone could be so stupid to follow a stranger into a car to an unknow place where he will be taken to the cleaners... Well some sanukers grow tired of the scene and seek solace in obscure venues. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MaiLuk Posted October 7, 2003 Report Share Posted October 7, 2003 Great style had me laughing the whole way btw, you a little whacked? :: Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Fiery Jack Posted October 7, 2003 Report Share Posted October 7, 2003 Says thalenoi: I can not believe anyone could be so stupid to follow a stranger into a car to an unknow place where he will be taken to the cleaners... That's interesting. I had an altogether different experience on a recent trip to BKK. One lunchtime, after a half-gallon Heineken "hair of the dog" and a few "Vodka Torpedos" at Soi 7 Beer Garden, I clambered somewhat unsteadily (jet lag ) into an unmetered cab outside Nana Plaza clutching a week's worth bin-bag full of dirty laundry and instructed the kindly driver to "take me to the cleaners". After ferrying me to a massage parlour (8,000 baht short time, no "back door" action ), a wood-carving centre (10,000 baht, various assorted ethnic items: I think the centre was wittily named 'Made in China' since, upon examining them later, I found that all my purchases had this ironic legend stamped on the base ), and, finally, a gem store (20,000 baht for a dozen real diamonds (worth ten times the amount I paid, apparently ) to be sent under plain cover to my address in UK at a later date, still to arrive ), we returned 4 hours later to the Nana Hotel without him driving anywhere near a cleaners. In fact, in my haste to get to Woodstock for a few timely tequila "bracers" before the Friday night board meeting, I managed to leave my laundry in the cab, and so had to wear the same flared lime green corduroy slacks and 1970's commemorative Stoke City soccer top for the remainder of my 3 week visit. (The taxi fare, by the way, for this enjoyable afternoon's journeying, came to a straight 5,000 baht, exclusive of 500 baht tip. : Just to make it clear, then, that, contrary to some posters' claims, not everyone in Thailand is out to take a falang to the cleaners. jack Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Posted October 7, 2003 Report Share Posted October 7, 2003 quote ___________________________________________-- In Pratunam, indian guy turban and all spotted me waiting outside a shop while the gf was trying on some nice expensive piece of clothing the poor girl has no money guess i'll help her buy it. Anyway, turban man says "excuse me, excuse me sir. You have a very lucky face, it is extraordinary. You will have amazing luck, please please i must talk with you." _______________________________________________ This guy was a fortune teller. These fortune tellers from India can be extremely interesting. There tactics resonate with the abilities of a stage hypnotist, but instead of making you bark like a dog, etc. they go straight for the money. It is common for them to clean some body of 10,000 to 20,000 baht in one killing. The main account may have been the classical setup to get somebody to smuggle drugs back to the States (can you deliver this package to a friend), or you could have been checked out to see if you were Visa run material. You run visas, not by yourself, but with others. The others are the illegals you are smuggling back in. The illegals need to bring something with them, so they carry the drugs. Nothing is for free, especially in Thailand. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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