That morning, I awoke quite early and called one of the Vietsingles ladies over to have some breakfast. She rode over on her motorcycle and was soon at our door. In her tied up hair and spectacles, I could see that this was a simple-minded young lady wanting to have a nice foreign friend. Quite a different visual package to the internet picture I had of her. She had offered to cook for me at her home and to meet her mother who runs a café near their home somewhere not to far from Distict 1 but I was not up to meeting mothers.
Internet picture of D***
Picture I took of D*** at the apartment when she visited.
Photo: Vietsingles D 10
I invited her in and she was not afraid to step into “our parlour” although she proceeded cautiously. As Mx was up and about, I introduced him and asked if he would like to breakfast with us downstairs. She was really not my type based on what I saw before me.
At the same time, it would have been rude for me to just tell her to go.
Mx felt that perhaps, he might be intruding and I assured him that he wasn’t. We had a nice local “French-café” styled breakfast with Vietnamese coffee too and we used the time to feel each other out. Having to ready for golf and depart the apartment at 11.30am, there was not that much time and I allowed her to “chill out” in our living room while we made small talk. I did not try to lead her to my room.
Meantime. Mx passed me my name card which I had given to H** the previous night and on the back of it she had written, “I have thought about it and have decided that it would be better if I did not see you again.” H**.”
Well, she was reasonably nice but I did not need to get upset. Lots of other women in HCM City for sure!
At about 11.10am, I went to my room to change into my golf clothes before showing her off to the elevator and 5Cents and I went down to meet P***** to hop into the Van for the golf course.
P*** had been kind and arranged a late round of golf for this second day when we were again to play at the Vietnam Golf & Country Club. This time, we were booked to start at 1pm on the easier East Course. With a total of nine players in the group, we broke up into 3 flights of 3 each. Again, 5cents and I were to play with H***, the locally based Viet Kieu who was a regular golfing buddy of P****.
On arrival, I again asked for my internet- befreiended “caddy” N** and was informed that she was available for work that day.
We readied and hopped into the courtesy cart that sent us to the first tee of the East Course where were we were introduced to other players in the group including some locally based expats and Viet Kieu friends of P*****.
I then met N** for the first time and she looked like a very serious student type of girl; quite unlike her lovely picture with her hair let down. She looked all too serious for my liking.
My caddy's Internet picture
My Caddy's serious looking picture at the golf course.
Photo: Caddy N 11
5Cent’s caddy D*** was a sweetie to me and delivered a wide beaming smile that says, I love all of you. I was taken by her completely and lost focus on N**. Playing like a “demon” I was merely 3 over par after 7 holes while being totally absorbed by D***.
N** took a back seat in my mind while D*** and I exchanged glances, verbal banter and smiles and she simply captivated me the entire day at the golf course.
During the second 9, H***, our playing companion asked me if it was true that I met my caddy on the internet and N** overheard the conversation. She gave me a look as if “she would kill me” and asked me why I told my friend about our meeting on the net.
My golf went downhill thereon although it did not stop me from continuing my visual “sweet exchange of glances and small talk” with 5cent’s caddy, This, totally unknown to N** my caddy.
While N** was not watching, I had D*** give me her mobile phone number and said I would contact her later.
After golf, we went back to the Hotel Apartment and “married up” with Mx who had a mixed day out in the city with C**. In the meantime, I send an SMS text message to D*** the caddy to let her know I was leaving for Singapore the next day but would like to see her.
I also called another internet vietsingles girl MT who had sent me an SMS message to meet up if I was in Saigon in response to my last mail to her. In the vietsingles photo, she was absolutely gorgeous although an older girl.
Lovely MT on her scooter.
Photo: Vietsingles MT 12
On enquiry, we decided to head to a local Viet-Chinese restaurant just a street away from where we stayed. I called MT and had her meet us at the restaurant within walking distance from our hotel.
Along the way, Mx suggested calling in H**, my previous night’s date who had mentioned to C** that she liked 5cents having “given up” on me. 5cents was positive about her and gave his OK to that suggestion. I passed the phone to the restaurant’s waitress to inform MT the name and location to make sure she would find it. Both MT and H** were riding over on their own motorbikes.
When MT arrived, she was beautifully dressed in her smart casual outfit and I could see Mx’s positive impression immediately. While warm and friendly and with positive charm she was “guarded” in many other ways.
She maintained a lovely demeanor and poise and treated me like royalty and served me food during dinner as would be expected of a Vietnamese girl.
H** soon arrived and was in a lovely simple dress and she was beaming with delight all the way. She acknowledged my presence and never a moment made me feel uncomfortable at the same table. In fact, she turned on all her charm to the point that I regretted having screwed up with her the previous night.
Dinner was lavish by any standards and the cooking was fabulous; one of the best meals in any Chinese restaurant I had for some months now. After dinner, we invited the ladies for a short break to our apartment where I wanted to freshen up and have a dump. Having only just met me, MT was wary and asked why we had to go there instead of elsewhere. I explained that I needed to use the toilet and was not comfortable using public ones. She smiled and said OK and we left with me riding behind MT while 5Cents rode behind H** and Mx took a walk back.
In the apartment, we allowed the ladies to freshen up too and we then went out and took two taxis to get us to the Underground Pub where we had been invited to a birthday party by the brother of EK.
His Russian girlfriend was celebrating there that night. I could see that Mx was a little wary of this and a little “out at sea” but he was kind enough to tolerate the excursion since he was with C** and not truly mongering.
MT was too “wary” to be persuaded to drink any alcohol during the entire dinner. At the party. H** started on some cocktails and became cuter and cuter in my eyes. I knew my “ice maiden” was not going to thaw and Mx and 5Cents both chipped in to persuade her to have some cocktail but, she would not budge.
After the Underground, we adjourned as suggested by EK to “Violet” another pub owned by one of their gang located next to Apocalypse. It was empty when we arrived and another hour went by before the main birthday party caught up with us. EK’s wife who had just arrived from their home were very nice and came along with us in the advance party. She was truly hospitable and very nice to all.
After more than an hour and a few drinks, we excused ourselves and said goodnight to our hosts. I took care to pay the bill of our drinks in Violet because it would have been wrong to leave EK with our bill. These were my friends who he did not know.
We then hopped into a taxi and went back to the apartment at Le Loi Boulevard. I said goodnight to MT and sent her down to her bike in the basement. Told her to ride carefully and safely as she was about 30 minutes from her home and it was past 1.30am. She left and I went up to the apartment alone to see the four of them in the living room I looked at H** and said I wanted to talk to her about her negative note to me. She said yes, she wanted to talk to me too and I pulled her to my bedroom. There, I groped her a little and apologized for the previous night’s situation. I then groped her more and almost wanted to have her as she had proven to be more and more alluring during that evening.
It suddenly dawned on me that she was 5cent’s girl for the night and it would have been unforgivable if I did her then. I led her out to the living room and back to him. She said she wanted to leave saying that it was late and she had work the next morning.
5Cents looked a little exasperated and I told H** that it was dangerous for her to leave that hour especially since she had been drinking. If she wanted to go home to change for work, I said it would be better if she left at 4.30 am after some rest.
She was embarrassed and said something about not being used to this kind of lifestyle.
She then went to have a shower and snuggled into bed in 5cent’s room thereafter. I said goodnight to all and left for Sahara by myself in a taxi.
The previous nights bonk had been great and I looked forward to meeting her again or perhaps another interesting freelance girl. I even thought of checking out the road around the zoo area which I had read so much about for the “motorcycle girls” but decided not to thread unknown ground alone at that late hour.
Sahara was thin that Sunday night at that hour and there were no more than half a dozen freelancers available in the club. I had a beer and stood around to be picked up in the most visible of corners.
One slim lady came and propositioned me and I let her. However, I was not that excited that she would pass the “visual interview” under brighter circumstances and kept her at a comfortable distance. It was getting to be 3am and I decided to move closer to the exit near the first pool table to see if the girl would follow me to where I would be able to see her better. She took a while to come out to that location and instead of standing next to me, went to a further corner and talked to her friend there. Although it was like 8 feet away, I did not want her enough to follow her there. I made a conscious decision to go back and get some sleep instead.
There were a quite a few freelance numbers in my “pre-travel notes of contacts” that I would call in the morning.
At 8am, I awoke and called a girl that someone on the Sammyboy forum had given me. She was described as English speaking and slim and I thought she would be a good finale to this visit. After all, I liked my girls to be petite. She was excited that I had called. I had spoken to her the previous evening prior to our dinner and did not call her as promised then. She asked me for the location address and room number and said she would be round.
I also realized that my SMS message to the caddy Dung had not been sent due to my mistake made on the keyboard. I called her on the phone and she said she would come to see me. We agreed at 11am and I called the freelancer to come immediately. She said she would be round by 9.30am; so, I was set to fuck one freelancer and perhaps have a nice closing round with sweetie caddy D*** (who had flirted with me the previous day).
Meamtime, 5cents awoke and went downstairs with me to breakfast. Mx came down with C** as we were finishing and we went back upstairs to the apartment. The door bell rang. I opened the door and was instantly disappointed. For my eyes, I scored her a low 3.5 out of 10.
5cents was happy with his H**’s sweet surrender and looked puzzled at the girl before me. I pulled the girl to my bedroom and told her excitedly that she would have to leave immediately,. “My girlfriend is coming over,” “I am sorry but she is not supposed to be here. She wants to see me before I leave Vietnam, you have to go before she finds you here.”
The poor girl was confused and looked at me with a question-mark on her face. I pulled out 100,000 dongs and shoved it into her hand and said, sorry, you have to go. Without waiting for a response, I led her to the door and showed her to the elevator.
She protested that she would not be able to see me later (as I had suggested) and I said, “It’s OK, you have to go, my girlfiend is coming now!”
With the elevator door open, I nudged her in, hit the ground floor button for her and stepped out myself.
Back in the apartment, I chuckled at my own ingenuity and made up story and realized that there was a message from the caddy D***. She texted that she was sorry but the golf club had called for her. A customer wanted her to caddy for him.
I called her immediately to tell her that I would pay her booking fee but she said that her caddy master would not take kindly to her not showing up.
We made some small talk and then, I bade her farewell and said I would be back to see her in Saigon soon.
There was about a couple of hours to kill before we would leave for the airport. 5Cents and I decided to go to the Bong Sen Hotel nearby for a quick finale massage. The place looked neat and clean and we each had a masseuse arranged quickly enough. Mine was older than the girl I had in the Tokyo Hotel and she gave me a good workout. At the end of the session, she groped my groin and offered me relief. I asked her for her price and she said the unthinkable sum of US$50/- . I laughed and she asked me how much I would pay. I offered her 200,000 dongs and she finally accepted once she realized I meant exactly that.
The HJ was poor but it allowed me to spill the previous nights’s savings into her hands and for that, I was thankful since she allowed me to grope her all over. 5Cents finished around the same time and we both showered and hopped into the taxi to get back to the apartment hotel.
Bong Sen Hotel's Massage Receptionist
Photo: Bong Sen Hotel Massage 13
The hotel van was scheduled to send us to the airport at 12 noon and we grabbed our backs and checked out. At the lobby, we cleared up the bill and also bid P***** farewell with thanks for the arrangements.
We hopped in and were soon at HCM City Airport where we checked in and grabbed a very quick lunch at the restaurant there. The cashier was a cute sweetie and allowed me to take her picture with her colleague.
During check-in, one Vietnamese girl was having
difficulty with her overweight situation and I offered her to add her luggage with the 3 of use to get below her allowance since we were underweight as a group. She was delighted and ever so thankful. In Singapore, at the baggage retrieval area, she gave me her Singapore mobile phone contact and told me to call her. It was obvious that she had come to Singapore to “work.”
Back at work, I went on to TigerAirways.com and booked my next air ticket to Saigon. I had unfinished business there as yet; sweet caddy D*** and H** and perhaps more! The ladies of HCM City beckon.
