I went on a slight bender the other day. Usually, I don’t flirt with girls too much, when I go for the beer. But it so happened, I ended up on Soi Cowboy sitting in one of the outside bars. I did some people watching and spotted a few Ronald McBoyfriends, and what looked to me, as a middle-aged American father apparently showing his 16-17 year old son the sights.
I somehow ended up chatting with one of the gogo-girls working the place, where I had never been before. She spoke pretty good English, and she had charm and a sense of humour too. Since the place wasn’t busy, she had plenty of time to talk, and I bought her a drink just for the sake of talking.
As we came further and further into the conversation I got an eerie feeling, because the girl, whom I had never met before, in a place where I had never been before, seemed to know a thing or two about me.
Being Thai and a gogo-girl, she of course wasn’t in anyway straightforward about it. But she kind of revealed herself on a couple of occasions. At one point she asked me – out of the blue – if I liked pizza. Now, that may have been her way of asking me to bar-fine her. But a couple of days before I had been around the corner to Little Italy, where I had had a pizza on my own sitting outside on the terrazzo.
This may all just have been coincidence. But she also seemed to know that I’m not the type who likes to wait. If someone makes me wait, I usually leave. A couple of days earlier I had left another place on Cowboy because the service had been to slow. Someone had kept me waiting for too long.
The gogo-girl apparently also knew that I was a bit of a bad boy when I was a young man. A month earlier I had told a girl up on Sukhumvit something like that. Now, this girl was no longer working. She had moved back home to Isan several years ago, and was in Bangkok on a visit. I know this to be true, for reasons I shall not explain here.
Now, back to the gogo-girl, whom I had never met before, in a bar where I had never been before. She also seemed to know a thing or two about me being single. Bare in mind that this was all indirect in her conversation.
But at a certain point, I asked, why she seemed to know a thing or two about me. She looked all innocent, and told me she was just guessing.
I like pizza; correct
I don’t like to wait; correct
I was a bit of a bad boy, when I was a young man; correct
I am single; correct
Maybe she was just really good at guessing. It must certainly come with the territory when being a gogo-girl.
Or maybe I’m going paranoid or maybe I was just drunk.
Then again, I still couldn’t escape that eerie feeling of being in a village, where the Grapevine is faster than an Echelon internet connection.
Now, I kind of realized that already, but all of a sudden Sukhumvit and Soi Cowboy seemed like a place with less than a hundred inhabitants.
Maybe I should stay off Sukhumvit and Soi Cowboy for a while. But I’m not sure if it will make any difference.