The other day I went to a Thai company that I’ve done some business with over the phone and by email. Before continuing the story, I guess, I should tell you that I’m a single farang-guy, who’s not too old yet. I never actually been to visit the company. So a director, who was female, …
After doing the normal tourist thing in Thailand I did as many men do and I began to pine for meeting a nice, normal Thai girl. But how was a tourist, who only visits Thailand a few times a year, supposed to find such an elusive girl? I tried meeting Thai girls online and then …
It’s the cool season in Bangkok. I know that because bargirls are shivering outside the bars as well as in. It’s about twenty four degrees centigrade and they’ve got goose bumps. My first night back in Bangkok and I’m welcomed with open legs as always at my favourite little bar on Soi Cowboy. Five girls …
I was reading Werewolf’s post about being tongue-tied and I thought it fit in somewhat nicely with my other post about the deck being stacked against men in the West. Namely it’s the topic of Western women vs. Thai women. Deep down I think all women are the same. The same concept applies to men …
It was one of those evenings where the elements had conspired to produce the kind of sunset that is only ever seen in the pages of National Geographic magazine. A photograph you see, while idly flicking through its glossy pages, that makes you stop and open the page right out and think wow, I wish …
I was reading Stickman’s recent post about online dating sites and I thought I would offer my own commentary as I thought he hit the nail on the head on a few topics. Talking with foreign guys using the site, their modus operandi is eerily similar. They get online and bombard the girls online with …
I wrote a submission a couple months ago entitled “The Mia Noi Conundrum”. If you read that you’ll perhaps remember what a sad, dumb sod I can be sometimes. I naively became infatuated with a traditional massage girl on my first trip to Thailand. I just knew she was different and all that pitiful crap …
It was the choir’s conductor announcing the next number that bought me from my reverie. The last thing I remembered was Ken, our baritone soloist pounding out “On the road to Mandalay” in his own inimitable style. One of the lines of the song evoked a memory that triggered my day dream but what it …
Duong says that i have the legs of a ninety year old.I’m forty six. “Why everything hurt”? she asks as her vice like hands force my skinny white, non supple limbs, into positions that they were never meant to be put into. “I think you take lady too much” she accuses. I whimper and groan …
A couple of months ago, I wrote about a guy I was dating who kept a number of pastel-colored toothbrushes in a rather discreet shelf above his bathroom mirror, obviously for his many paramours. I never did get my own toothbrush. I got out of there faster than you can say “toxic bachelor”. He has …