jai-dee Posted July 23, 2001 Report Share Posted July 23, 2001 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. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Posted July 23, 2001 Report Share Posted July 23, 2001 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. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Chanchao Posted July 23, 2001 Report Share Posted July 23, 2001 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 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Posted July 23, 2001 Report Share Posted July 23, 2001 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. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
follies Posted July 24, 2001 Report Share Posted July 24, 2001 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 !!! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
shygye Posted July 24, 2001 Report Share Posted July 24, 2001 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. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
stumpy Posted July 24, 2001 Report Share Posted July 24, 2001 Excellent! More good stuff. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Steve Posted July 24, 2001 Report Share Posted July 24, 2001 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. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
tbear31 Posted July 24, 2001 Report Share Posted July 24, 2001 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 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dattakm31 Posted July 25, 2001 Report Share Posted July 25, 2001 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. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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