Introduction

This is my first report and some of you serious mongers might find it a little slow, you see I'd given up my mongering ways, traded them in for a TL experience (thats "true love" guys) . Well, it was bound to happen, after all I wasn't getting any younger and the lady was irresistable, at least to me. So it was several years of one lady, the SAME lady for me, not easy in this LOS but I was IN! IN, for meeting the family, a 12 hour return drive in the heat and humidity of Essan in August!! IN, for gold rings/chains/braclets, etc. IN, for the buffalo purchase. Hey, your not serious with an Essan farm girl untill you bought a buffalo for the father. I could go on but I am sure that you get the picture. I was in love!!!!!!!!
Then one day it was OVER, DONE, FINISHED, KAPUT. She moved out of "our" place and I was alone there.

To say that I was "unhappy and sad" would be like saying Thailand "isn't around the corner". I was DEVASTATED!! A photo in here (worth a thousand words) so you can appreciate what I went to sleep and woke up admiring and my sorrow at the thought of losing it.

Photos: Shackle 01 02

I had foreseen this day coming, even perhaps planned it in my dreams or subconscious. My non-monger friends hadn't helped matters much, with the kind references about her "looking so young" and questioning if her father was older or younger than yours truly. Still my monger pals would understand right? Huh! "Having a G/F here is like taking a cheese sandwhich to a banquet" "Are you crazy" "Even if you got her back home do you think she'd stay with you" being a few of the more supportive phases that I recall. It all took it's toll along with other young willing gogo, massage and bargirls hitting on me. Ok then, hitting on my money, if you like. The point is it was, in fact, each trip, getting harder and harder even without the "support" I was getting. And so that's why I say maybe I planned it, I sabotaged the TL to return once more to the fold-my true monger nature.

Advise to anyone who walks the TL path. If and when, the TL ends try to be in the LoS, preferably Pattaya or BKK.

Lucky me, I was in the former.I remembered that the Spanish word for spouse and for handcuffs were the same word!! I was looking at this all wrong! I wasn't sad I was happy. I was FREEEEEEEEEEEE. I could go anywhere, with anyone, meet anyone, get down and dirty, get lipstick and powder all over me, be a butterfly. I WAS UNSHACKLED!!!

And so to strike a blow for freedom and for Mongers of the world I decided to put the cruise shoes in action!!!! They don't call it walking street for nothing.......