The night’s bar fine and I sleep in a little late. When I begin to stir she wakes up too. She’s lying with her back to me and I begin to stroke her back lightly. No doubt she’s up for a little morning action if I’m so inclined, but for some reason I decide to pass it up. (What am I, stupid or crazy?) I get up and begin to dress, then ask her if she’d like to join me for breakfast, but she passes on the offer. I get a vibe like I may have offended her by not asking for a morning session. She’s up, dressed and out the door pretty quickly.

Off to breakfast, hit the internet (say hi to Porker in Batam via CH), and grab some groceries (snacks and juice) at the Mike Shopping Mall. I head back to the hotel. WHY do these idiots always turn off my damn A/C!?!? GRRRRRRRRRRR! I doze off for about 2 hours, then tune into a WWII movie I hadn’t seen before as I’m flipping channels, and end up watching that.

Ok, it’s now 4:30 in the afternoon. I’m in Pattaya. What to do? And the answer is…Lólita's. Thanks to a CH posting by Khun Mor, I know where to find it. Walk up there and I’m greeted by Gif. She’s not going to win any Thai beauty pageants, but she’s got 4 limbs, both eyes and most of her teeth, so what the hell? I’m not planning to ask her to the prom, just let her suck my cock. Gif hangs around waiting for me to drink my beer and decide to get a BJ. We head upstairs, I drop trou at her request, and she cleans me off with a cold little wipe, then proceeds to do a most expert BBBJ to completion. All in all a most pleasant way to pass the hot hazy afternoon hours. But I do have to agree with some of the others here – the barber chairs leave something to be desired. They’re too deep for you to lean back if your ass is up front where it has to be for…uhm…your package to be properly positioned for the girl to do her job.

After leaving Lólita's I wander the streets a bit perusing restaurants. Just don’t see a lot that’s jumping out at me (that's the problem with being, as my mom described it, a "picky-ass" eater). I end up heading into Subway to grab a BMT. As I’m eating I watch some of the girls over by the beach trying to pick up dates. Why the hell can’t the US be this freewheeling with attitudes about sex? Thank you my dear puritanical ancestors – BLYECH!

Ok, the sun is going down and the mongering hour is quickly approaching. Back to the hotel for a shower and shave. Tonight’s mission – Peppermint “frizzy hair girl”! Oh yeah….

I head out and decide to hit a go-go or two I hadn’t visited before. I stop into SuperModel and grab a beer. There are a few cuties but nothing spectacular. My seat puts me just a few feet from a light-skinned Isaan gal. She scoots over and chats. I buy her a drink and watch a dance or two. When my beer runs dry I get up to go and tell her maybe I’ll come back later.

Going down Walking Street I see some gals hawking a place called Beach Club. Supposedly it’s a “table dance” bar. I decide to check it out. Alright, there are quite a few hotties in this place. I quickly discover that by “table dance” they mean the girls dance on your table. They all wear halter tops and snap-open-crotch shorts that are pretty much always open, so as they dance above you, you only need look up to see snatch. If you’re the kind who likes to see beaver, this is the place for you – you’d surely be in hog heaven. As for me, I never found that the most attractive part of a gal. Oh don’t get me wrong, I enjoy snuggling up close to (or better yet inside of) a nice warm beaver as much as the next fellow, but eyeballing them just never was my thing. I’d much rather watch a pretty face, nice ass, shapely stomach, tits and legs. But the place did hold my interest long enough for me to buy a beer or two while watching the show. Ok, time to head over to Peppermint.

I scoot on over to Peppermint Playhouse and look around for frizzy hair girl as soon as I’m inside, but she’s nowhere in sight. Oh well, sometimes they go in back to freshen up, not to worry. Red sheets gal (from the other night) spots me right away. She comes over the moment she’s off the stage. I buy her a drink, then two, maybe three. I’m beginning to lose count. We talk a good while. I find out she’s not very happy, being alone at her age. At 30 she feels she’s too old for a Thai man to want her. Without being mean or hurtful, I do my best to make it clear I’m not seeking a Thai girlfriend. Still, she likes me she says, and the long affectionate hugs she gives me say more than either of us can with words. Who knows – friends who might be more in a different world??? I’d probably barfine her again, except the red sheets episode was only two nights past. She says she thinks I’m cute, and mentions that her friend, frizzy hair girl (#88), thinks I’m cute too. (YES!!) She asks if she can get me something, and with a devilish grin I say #88? She starts looking around, but I already know frizzy hair girl isn’t around, I’ve been watching for her all the time. She comes to the same conclusion. We have another drink, talk a while longer, then hug goodbye. I’d have barfined her right then, but that would make coming in for frizzy hair girl the next night awkward indeed, so I head back out.

I head back over to SuperModel and bump into the light-skinned Isaan gal. Buy her a drink and we sit and watch some young gals with beaded hair getting a bit lesbo with one another on stage. Should I barfine light-skin gal or not? Naah – she’s too reserved, and she’s got some sort of scarring (?) that's a bit of a turn off.

I head back to Beach Club. This place is still cookin’. A light-skinned hostess gal ends up sitting next to me. Ok, she might not be my #1 choice in the joint, but I could enjoy a slice o’ that. We kick back until it’s almost closing time. The last 20 minutes the bar is open the DJ switches over to Thai music favorites, and the gals all get jazzed up, dancing for fun now, while everyone in the bar sings along to the tunes. Come closing time light-skin gal tells me “maybe you come see me tomorrow”. No hint whatsoever that she would like to go with me. Well hell – fuck it – I’m drunk and tired anyhow. I walk back to my Soi 13 hotel alone. Oh I do have a few offers of company along the way – from some unmistakable katoeys. Sorry guys – I won’t be reporting on the joys of transgender lovin’ this night. I head back to my room and hit the sack.

Sorry guys – I won’t be reporting on the joys of transgender lovin’ this night.

Yeah, those discussions are usually held offline instead of given the 'blow by blow' recount here!

Sounds like you had pretty damned good times with the pooying that you DID end up with in Thailand. Will say it again, great report. I am REALLY looking forward to hearing your thoughts on AC.

My thoughts on AC? You're there having fun, and I'm not ! And it doesn't appear I'll get back there until Sept.

Phoenixguy
Your light skinned hostess gal wqs sending you all kinds of signals she wanted to go with you by sitting next to you all night and asking if you were coming back the next night. For many Thai women -even bar girls- that's as agressive as they will ever get in terms of starting anything to do with sex or a relationship. By nature and training they wait for the man to make the first move. You could lay naked to a Thai girl for hours and if you do nothing she will reciprocate. She will just lie there and wait for you to physically initiate the contact - once you do however all bets are off.
I think if you had pulled the trigger on her she may have been really into you.

Guess my transceiver doesn't pick up Thai signals too well. I'll have to see if I can get the frequency adjusted before I get back there. I guess I'd gotten too used to the more aggressive bar gals who won't hesitate to say "I go wit you?"