Why Thailand?

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The weekend rolls around. Doug is coming to town from Bangkok so I arrange to hook up with him. We meet in the hotel lobby and walk to the Sabai Land soapy massage parlor on Soi 3.

We enter and find a table. Doug has a beer - along with his main squeeze (from this place) that he’s known for years.

We all make small talk as I’m checking out the talent in the fish bowl. The girls are dressed in long gowns. They’re beautiful, but I’m uncomfortable with the meat market format. Besides, I prefer long-time as I like the GFE. I beg off saying maybe another time.

Doug and I leave (without a massage session) and decide to hit the Kitten gogo on Second road near Stardice disco. Kitten is a nice low-key gogo where I originally met Doug. It seems this is yet another favorite haunt of his (he actually had a piece of this bar but fortunately sold it sometime back).

We stay at Kitten for about two or three hours. Several times we’re the only customers (this is on a Saturday night). Buying a bar is an excellent way to make a small fortune out of a big one.

We’re having a great time with a bunch of girls sitting, singing, dancing, and drinking, buying many lady drinks and raffle tickets (I won a t-shirt).

Doug is with two of his long-time favorites. Doug’s philosophy when faced with a choice between two girls is simply to say, “Both.” (more…)

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The Dynamic Duo: Neena and Duke

The previous night I barfined a gogo girl and took her to XZyte disco. She didn’t dance. She just sat on her ass. We go to the hotel and she goes starfish. I told her it just wasn’t working out and wanted her to leave. I paid her for short time even though we didn’t even boomsing. I just wanted her to be gone.

No more gogo girls. They’re just too jaded and too used to getting something for little to no effort. (Yeah, right. Like I’m really going to follow this rule.)

So later, I’m walking around sois 7/8 at loose ends shooting pool at various beer bars. It’s somewhat late (midnight) and I’m tired. I’m thinking of just packing it in for the night. I pass a beer bar where two girls are calling out to me. I ignore them as I’m hungry and want to get something from a nearby vendor.

I stop. I have an impromptu heart-to-heart talk with myself: “Steve, why are you here in Thailand? You just passed up a gorgeous little honey wearing a tight, stretch lycra body suit with her boobs damn near falling out. Are you crazy?” I decide I’m not crazy, promptly do a 180, and walk back to the bar. (more…)

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Evening Descends

Evening descends and I make my way to the NEP.

As I leave the Carousel gogo bar (one of perhaps 30+ such places), a waitress from there turns to me and asks if I remember her. I figure this is just a line as I’ve never seen her before, so I say “No”.

She tells me we had spoken previously and that I had promised to return in three weeks after visiting Pattaya. I pause. That’s right! I did have that conversation with a waitress from this bar.

Over a year ago. A 5 to 10 minute conversation. (more…)

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Prologue

It must be three decades since I last did LSD.

I’ve taken LSD three times, though I never actually liked it. The big draw is that, intellectually, LSD is fascinating: it can be virtually anything you want it to be.

The same can be said about Thailand (though Thailand is a lot more fun). Kind of like the surrealistic Magic Theater scene in Hermann Hesse’s Steppenwolf. And like the Magic Theater, be careful what you wish for…

Some go to LOS to have a sex fantasy. It certainly can be had. A different girl every night. Or two or three girls - either one at a time or all together.

Other men want something more focused, the so-called Girlfriend Experience. That’s not such a guarantee, but with smarts and effort (i.e., you may have to go through four or five girls) that also can be had.

Oh, and let’s not forget about just simply getting completely shit faced and racing down a road on a rented muscle bike at 100 mph at two am.

You can live, you can die. (more…)