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Paradise and Hell
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I once heard a description of Heaven and Hell. In the description, Heaven was described as being like a big banquet with all the best food and drink available, where you could sit and enjoy eating and drinking to your heart’s content. Hell was described as being the same as heaven, except that you were hungry and you couldn’t eat; all you could do was watch all the people in heaven enjoying themselves.
I would like to suggest that this is an apt description of Bangkok if you live here as a faithful husband.
In many parts of Bangkok life is all about getting sex. Threesomes, uni girls, tattoo-ed ladies, go go dancers, waitresses, cashiers, Isaan farm girls and Bangkok born accountants. The sex is there all the time. In America the first topic of conversation at the office on Monday morning was yesterday’s Redskins game. Here, it’s a description of the the two girls from Surin that you did in the short time hotel after meeting your client last night.
Sex isn’t just available, it’s in your face. All the time.
If you’re single and have a bit of cash in your wallet, the worst thing you can say about it is that it sometimes gets a bit boring. Shucks, another 22 year old girl from Burriram? Like the description of Heaven above, the supply is endless.
Imagine the plight of the faithful husband. He meets his mates at work or for a drink. Every conversation eventually turns to the nightlife and the girls. What can he do? Grin stupidly and listen, I guess. What’s he gonna say? I had sex with my wife again last night. This time she wore the pink flowery negligee and I nailed her on the kitchen counter?
So what? How does that compare to the lesbian twins and the dwarf that Sam popped yesterday afternoon, or the Amazon he played hide the sausage with two hours later?
But that’s just the water cooler talk. That doesn’t matter much. The problem is that when the 5 o’clock whistle blows, faithful-guy heads out with Sam and the boys. Let’s say his wife is out of town for the week, so he doesn’t need to get home right away, but he’s still faithful.
They start with a quick dinner at a restaurant near the office. One of his mates flirts with the waitress and scores her phone number and a promise for a date on Thursday — her day off.
Afterwards, the gang heads out to shoot some pool and drink a few beers. Jason recognizes a freelancer at the next table shooting 8 ball with some friends. He mentions the really hot session he had with her a week or so ago. He excuses himself, suggesting that everyone keep playing, he’ll be back soon.
A whispered discussion and some giggles from the freelancer and she tells her friends she’ll be right back. Whether its into the toilet or off to the short time hotel for a quickie, thirty minutes later the two of them are back. Jason has a grin on his face and she has her rent money in her bag. Faithful guy looks at the perfect ass on the girl and just takes a deep breath to slow down his heartbeat.
Someone suggests hitting a go go bar. Someone else says go gos are lame. Okay, winner of the next pool game decides. Ten minutes later and everyone is off to the go go.
At the go go there are a dozen naked beauties on stage. Sam’s favorite girl crawls up on his lap and takes off her bikini top, sticking her nipple in his mouth. For the next twenty minutes he’s fondling her, liking her titties and getting his fingers wet. Between the finger fucking in the booth and the naked hotties on stage, faithful guy has a solid woodie. He’s thinking about his week alone while his wife is out of town.
He’s wondering just how good it would feel to slip it to the hottie with the peirced navel and the butterfly tattoo. He can just about feel it. One more drink, he thinks, and when she finishes dancing I’ll buy her a drink.
Suddenly his phone rings. It’s his wife, just checking to make sure that he managed to find some dinner, and that he’s okay. Yep, just out for a drink with the boys; we had dinner and shot some pool earlier. I love you. Bye.
Sam decides to barfine his girl and bring her along. The crew packs up and heads out to a coyote club. At least here the girls aren’t naked.
But they are hot. Mostly university girls, they dance the way you want a girl to have sex — writhing, sensual moves that remind you of exactly what’s hidden under the skimpy outfits they’re wearing. Faithful guy starts imagining himself having sex with the one with the big tits. She can keep those cowboy boots on and ride him all night long.
It turns out that big-tits is named Nom, and Eddie has been doing herfor a while. He hooked up with Nom about three months ago, and she comes to his house about once a week. Not only does she wear the cowboy boots, but she often brings her best friend along for the ride, and sometimes asks if Eddie can arrange for one of his friends to come in so they can have a bit of an orgy. Faithful guy just groans.
The night is moving quickly, and pretty soon the lights come up in the coyote club. Eddie and Nom want to go to an after hours club to dance. Sam & his girl are in, and all the other guys are ready for action. Faithful guy talks about grabbing a cab home, but he ends up agreeing to go.
The after hours club is a large, swirling mass of humanity. Freelancers and punters in a smoky throbbing dance club, neither sure who is the hunter and who is the prey. The group scatters as they all go looking for some hot flesh. Faithful guy stands in the middle of it all with a cold beer in his hand, and tries to remember how long it’s been since he’s been out after midnight, or when he last went dancing.
Then he feels a hand slide up his back, and the smell of cheap perfume. He turns to find a brown skinned girl pressed up against him, writhing in time to the music. “What’s your name?” she asks, smiling.
And so it goes. He dances, he flirts, he looks and even cuddles a bit with the girls. But soon each encounter reaches the point where she asks, “You want to take me home tonight?”
He winces every time. “I’d love to, but I can’t….”
Hell is living in Paradise, being hungry and watching everyone else eat.
The worst part of it is that his wife doesn’t appreciate his monogamy. She hears the warnings from her friends every day. Don’t trust him, don’ t let him go out. The brown girls will steal him, or at least steal his money. He’ll sleep with dirty whores and then come home to you, smile and say he misses you.
She’s suspicious all the time. She can’t tell him not to go out without sounding like a shrew, so he can go, but there’s a price to be paid. And it’s not just the price of seeing unlimited, available, beautiful girls who want to sleep with him and having to say no… it’s the price that gets paid between a husband and a wife in a million unspoken and indescribable ways. The tension that exists unnamed. The imperceptible movements of the eyes during conversations that betray a lack of complete trust. The suspicion that exists under the surface — not talked about, but communicated nonetheless.
His self-control in the face of all the temptation goes unappreciated by his wife.
And what could he say to her about it anyway?! Honey, you should be proud of me. I went to a go go bar full of naked dancers who wanted me to lick their boobies but I didn’t? I was in a freelancer bar full of hotties and stunners and managed not to fuck any of them?
He can’t say anything. It becomes Hell at home, unless he wants to come home every day at 5:30 and live like a monk. It’s hell when he’s out with his mates, unless he wants to break down and start making the beast with two backs in the short time hotels — a decision that’s not without it’s risks.
It’s simply hell to live in Bangkok if you’re a faithful husband.
Welcome to Paradise.
Note: The blog, while general and fictionalized, was inspired by a friend of mine here in Bangkok who is, indeed, the rarest of all breeds — the faithful husband.
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July 8th, 2008 at 10:57 am
Well, one mans hell is another mans paradise. All in all I rather be in Bangkok.
July 10th, 2008 at 8:05 pm
You’re not American by any chance are you?????!!! Your friend should get a divorce - he sounds as if he shouldn’t be faithful to be honest.