I was really looking forward to my holiday. A few days in Bangkok, a few days in Pattaya and then ... somewhere else. In preparation, I decided to use a few of the on-line dating/hook-up sites to see if I could meet up with a regular girl (or totally freelancer). I've had really good luck with some of these sites in the past and although I wasn't going to get my hopes up, I thought I'd give it a go. I managed to connect with two interesting girls, but one admitted that she had met me on my last trip. This that didn't go anywhere I declined a potential date. The other girl sounded promising, though.

I called Nok when I arrived in the morning and asked her if she wanted to get together. She agreed but said it would take a little while for her to get to the city. She lives and works about a two hour bus ride from Bangkok. I didn't have much of a date planned, just to do a bit of window shopping at the mall and maybe something to eat and a movie. I suggested if she wanted to stay in Bangkok that night, we could see the weekend market together the next day. It was a trial balloon to see if she was interested in spending some, um, quality time. She seemed open to the idea and made arrangements to get into the city.

She announced her arrival with a gentle knock at my door. When I opened it I was quite taken aback at how cute she was; not at all beautiful, but certainly attractive and cute. As a Bangkok girl, she looks different from the Isan look with which we are all so familiar. I'm a sucker for big eyes and hers were really impressive, as was her smile when she greeted me. I showed her my room and the view and suggested we walk to the mall so I could get my phone fixed.

Nok's English is not very good, but she was working hard to communicate. She had a sing-song quality to her pronunciation that I found quite charming. As we walked I learned she worked as a secretary at a school ... and that she was born when I was about half-way through university.

We marveled at the various holiday decorations set up by the malls. The time was getting late it was apparent that she would indeed be joining me that night in my room. I asked her if she had a change of clothing in her small bag. She didn't. I suggested we get her something to wear the next day when we visited the market. To her credit, she shopped very diligently and found a black sun dress for about 300 THB. I then offered to buy her some underwear. She spent a good thirty minutes finding something inexpensive but very nice.

Unfortunately, the jet lag that I was sure I had managed to avoid, was barreling down on me light a freight train. I suggested we get something to eat and go back to the hotel. Nok picked out a restaurant and we ate and drank for a paltry 300THB.

A tuk-tuk ride later and we were back in my room looking out at the skyline. It wasn't long before I was kissing her shoulders, neck, cheeks and lips. She was responsive and relaxed. My hands were running over her back and legs enjoying the smooth Thai skin. I pulled her over to the bed and continued; eventually removing our clothes. I surreptitiously popped a vitamin V to make sure my performance was up to Hombre expectations.

I'm quite used to Thai girls wanting to get a shower before proceeding, but this didn't happen. She was quite clean so I didn't think twice about that.

She had really responsive nipples and held my head to her breasts as I made my way south. I was a bit disappointed to discover that she hadn't trimmed her pubic hairs. Like nearly all Thai girls, she didn't have much hair to begin with, but what was there was quite long, particularly between her legs. It was a minor inconvenience, nothing more.

After several minutes of cunnilingus, I flipped around and pulled her on top of me for some good ol' fashion sixty-nine action. It didn't happen. She kept her back arched and wouldn't go anywhere near the little wombat. She, meanwhile, was quite enjoying what I was doing to her, quivering all the while.

I put her on her back and slipped on a condom and positioned myself. I went in slowly, giving her time to adjust. The kissing, meanwhile, when unabated. Once she was comfortable, I got going. Between moans and grunts she kept altering between "You vely good!" and "You vely big." For the record, I'm not. I mean, not big. I am good though. Or so I've been told.

Despite the jet lag, I was full of energy. I lost track of how long we went at it, but eventually we curled up and went to sleep. I woke only a couple hours later to get her warmed up for another round. A fingertip strategically circling her clit got her plenty wet. When I put my finger inside her, I was surprised at how responsive she was. She had a remarkable, uh, grip, if you know what I mean.

A couple hours after that, it was her warming me up for round three: "You want me?" Each time I gave good account of myself: "You vely good" and "You vely big" were the quotes of the evening.

Pillow talk proved to be a bit of a problem. She kept saying things like "You vely good for meeeee. I like youuuuu. You like meee? You want meeee?" I was OK with all of this until she said "I love youuuuu" followed immediately by "You love meeeee?" I answered honestly.

She was put off by this and asked why I don't like her because I don't lover her. I explained that I did not fall in love easily and only really met her that day. She, of course, countered by telling me about all our conversation on-line and how she got to know me and how she knows I am a good man and too many other sweet things. She was quite upset that I did not return her love (although I was more than affectionate toward her the whole time we were together).

The waterworks were in full gush mode and could do no more than hold her and tell her how much I liked her and how nice she was, etc., etc. "So why you no love me?" she would then ask. "I come to you because I think you like me. I like you. I come to hotel because I think you care. Now you say you no care." While not the most persuasive arguments, I was feeling really bad because she was so distraught. "Tomollow I wake up, I go home because you no want me."

You see, it turns out that she's had only one boyfriend. I don't know how such a cutie could manage to avoid boys that long, but there you have it. So, a devilishly handsome Farang comes along and ... OK, a not particularly hideous Farang comes along and gives her a lot of attention and she's head over heals in love.

I'm screwed. You see, I suffer from "nice guy" syndrome. She was in desperate need of someone to love her even if that someone had little to no chance of sticking around very long. So, after explaining to her what love is, I told her I loved her.

This had a calming effect and we managed to get back to sleep; I, dreaming of how I was going to get her back to her home without more waterworks. A forlorn hope, indeed.

In the morning there was time for another round before taking to the shower. In typical demure Thai fashion, she wanted to shower separately. I quickly pushed aside that notion and showed her how much fun it was to conserve water ... or not as the case may be.

We had breakfast and went to the weekend market. I was so busy keeping an eye on her and talking to her that I didn't really give myself enough mental space to really appreciate everything going on around me. Had she been a western girl, it would have been very different because we could comment on how such a thing was so different from what we knew back home. With her, she was so familiar with everything I could do little more than learn the Thai words for some items.

I gave up on trying to enjoy the market and suggested we had back into the city and maybe go to the temple. We never made it as we stopped by the hotel and I was overcome with exhaustion. We ended up going to bed around 1PM and getting it on two or three more times before rousing ourselves from slumber at five.

During this time I took it upon myself to do some classical conditioning. I got her really excited about my licking her and refused to proceed until she kissed the little wombat. Reluctantly she did so, but then I changed the rules so she had to put the little devil in her mouth. Each time I would respond by licking her in a manner I knew she enjoyed. I never quite got a blow job, but at least she was getting comfortable handling the equipment.

During this time in bed she suggested that she would be sick tomorrow. I didn't realize what this meant, but she was planning to call in sick at work so she could stay one more night. I have no idea how, but she talked me into it. I figured one more night would be good for her. Meanwhile, I'd not set foot in a bar, I'd not had a beer and, worse of all, I'd yet to visit a soapy.

I'd quit forgotten to feed the poor thing and she was famished by the time I suggested we grab a bite. Despite all the sleep, we went back to my room for more sleep ... and no sleep, if you know what I mean. During the night I continued her introduction in fellatio with minimal progress but did manage to introduce her to some sex positions she'd never tried before. "You good sex!" Later she had a bit of a pain in her stomach. "You vely big."

In the morning, after shower and breakfast, she accompanied me on my visits to pick up visas for the countries I intended to travel. She was determined that she would go with me - not to the embassies, but on the trip itself. "No, you have to work" I told her as she pouted. She then said she had vacation and said it would be OK. "I travel alone, you know that." She gave me a big lip and kept quiet.

That afternoon we decided to visit a well-known temple. Well, actually, Nok's role was to let me do whatever I wanted "Up to you!" While there are times I appreciate this, I really like it when a local can offer suggestions. Her main suggestion was to offer to call in sick tomorrow again and turn on the taps when I told her she could not.

"You no want me!" I told her she had to go to work. She then suggested that she could come back the next day since it was a holiday for her office. Reluctantly - no, stupidly - I agreed. She waited with me until I got a cab back to the hotel before going to her bus station.

I got together with fellow Hombre Priapose that evening. He laughed whenever Nok called to check up on me. "You with girl?" I handed the phone to Priapose who then told Nok how I told him how beautiful she was. Thanks, pal. She called twice more before she agreed to go to sleep. Meanwhile Priapose and I sat out and had a beer.

I needed to know what I was missing. We sauntered over to Nana and made it a point to into (nearly) every single bar for a look around. Me managed to avoid staying too long by taking turns claiming "My friend, it his first time to Bangkok. I show him around. Maybe come back later."

One five foot, hundred pound, thirty year old mamasan actually wrestled me into a booth. It took considerable effort to escape only because I was laughing so hard at her effort and my total inability fight back. She earned herself a hundred baht tip for getting me laughing.

The girls in the clubs were, as always, gorgeous and charming and oh-so tempting. As much as I wanted to take one home, I was actually really tired and had a bit of a bruised pelvis. I actually didn't mind a night off.

Nok called at lunch time. She wanted me to come to her home and go to a party for New Year's eve. I had reservations in Pattaya for that day right through the weekend. I had told her that I was leaving the country on the 31st but she wanted to go to the airport with me, too. I was stuck with no ticket and a "wife" who was riding me already.

Looking for an exit strategy, I booked my flight for Monday and told her I would go to her home but only if she stays there one more night. I wanted a bit more time to myself. After a bit of an argument, she agreed.

Of course, she called back a few minutes later telling me she would take the two-hour bus ride into the city to see me for all of five minutes then ride the two hours back to her home. "You crazy" I told her. Reluctantly, she promised to stay home and I would visit her the next evening.

I was really, really, looking forward to a stress-free holiday ... and now I'm practically married. I think maybe I'll shave my head and tell her I've joined a monastery. I wonder if that would work.

I got stressed out just reading the report. To relieve my anxiety though, I just booked a session with one of my "no more than two-hours-at-a-time girlfriends" at one of the local soapies.

Thanks for the report, I guess.

Great story, Wombat. And a perfect illustration of why I avoid entanglements with true non-pros. Paid sex is always cheaper than free sex, and I'm not just speaking about the financial terms of the arrangement.

Enjoyed the read, maybe you should have titled it Nok, Wife of Destiny

She's certainly better than advertised, attractive, cute, sexy, "low milage",caring, and a real positive; diligent shopper!

The fact she thinks "You vely good" and "You vely big" certainly bodes well .

Anyway, [in her mind] she is no longer Nok, she could be The One [and then some].

Update the report, should be interesting

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Great read, I can’t wait till I get to the part when you tell us how much you gave her before you left.

Time for a soapy! I had terrific experience with Nataree in the past but wanted to go to another old favorite, Colonze. I did a bit of research and found that Colonze II had a good reputation and was near Nataree if things didn't work out. Priapose and I grabbed a taxi and enjoyed the 6PM traffic as we inched our way to Ratchadaphisek Road.

The place didn't look nearly as well kept as the reports I read, but there was a score of girls in the fishbowl and had no trouble picking out two (who just happened to be friends). Two thousand Baht later, we took the elevator upstairs with two affectionate young ladies.

After taking care of the usual pre-soapy business (ordering drinks, getting the tub ready, etc.), my girl undressed but stayed wrapped in her towel - much to my disappointment as she had a runway-model-slim body. It wasn't until we were in the tub that I noticed that something was missing.

My first few soapies were truly memorable experiences; having a soaped up girl slide around on you as you lay on a rubber mattress is something you have to experience before you die. For some reason, a lot of the Bangkok massage parlors were doing away with the rubber mattress. I'd been caught in the situation before, but completely forgot about it until I noticed the lack of inflatable device. Damn. Too late, now.

My girl was gentle and efficient all through the bath process. Unfortunately, she was just as gentle and downright clinical in the bed process. I've run into this situation a few times, but only in Malaysia "Health Clubs": she'll polish the old knob for a few moments then spit into a tissue. Not exactly a turn-on, eh? I could have lived with that except those fabulous lips were forbidden territory. No kissing?! What is this, Amsterdam?

While there was absolutely no chemistry, I managed to make the most of the two hours. Back at the fisbowl, I noted that there were no girls available. We got there just in time. I gave Nok a quick call. I'd promised to give her a call after dinner, but more to make sure she was really out of the city. I could just imagine her taking the bus down just for a quick visit.

Priapose showed up ten minutes after me. He landed himself a superstar who gave it all she got and all but passed out on him at the end.

We walked over to Nataree to check out the talent there. They have some really attractive freelancers working there - and the fishbowl girls are also more than acceptable. You can't go wrong with Nataree. We also stopped my Emanuele and marveled at the decor (they renovated the place two years ago and I'd not had an opportunity to see it). There were hardly any girls there. The lesson learned: Get there early.

We were only a few subway stops from Cowboy, so we did the grand tour of all the go-go bars. I must say I was quite disappointed. While some of the bars were really well decorated, the talent did not quite live up to the standards of Nana. The places that did have attractive babes were also quit crowded. I've always had great experiences at Cowboy, but we headed back to Nana for a sure thing.

One of my favorite places is, well, was Mandarin as they used to play real Thai music (or what passes for music) and the girls really get into it. I can hear Western style music any day but I'm not going to the bars for music, but for girls who dig dancing naked.

We checked out a couple more choice venues and Priapose bagged himself a babe around half past midnight. Nothing caught my eye so I decided I'd do a quick tour of the other bars just in case. I was looking for a friendly and enthusiastic babe to spend my last night of 2008.

One fairly small bar had about ten girls left and maybe three customers. One of the dancers caught my eye and I chatted with her a few moments. She was definitely bar-fine material, but I moved on just in case. Outside, a young Japanese guy had attracted a crown below him on the stairs just to the left of the entrance of the complex. He was tossing bills from the second floor to the people below. They were 100THB notes and he was tossing lots of them. I only wish he was tossing them to locals as at least half the crowd below were foreigners.

I looked in a couple more bars and went back to the one I met the dancer earlier. She spotted me and ran over (I told her might come back for her).

While we talked, I ran my hands all over her twenty-one year old body. She had a stomach as tight as a drum head, a perfect little ass and silky smooth skin. I asked her how much she wanted for long time. I countered her 3000THB offer with 2000THB and she quickly agreed. "I leave six o'clock. OK?" I smiled and shook my head and told her ten o'clock. She agreed and dashed off to get changed while I paid bar.

I pointed to my hotel when she asked me where we were going. In her three months working in Bangkok, she'd never been to this particular (nice) hotel. Walking in to the lobby, I was acutely aware that I might get busted - Nok might still have come into the city and be waiting by the elevator. I took the long way around the lobby so I could sneak up on her from behind, if she was there. My date, Aw, marveled at the interior of the hotel, "Oooh, vely niiiiice!".

We made it to the elevator and up to my floor. I did a quick peak down the hall to make sure Nok wasn't there. There was always the chance that she made it into the room itself, so I dashed in ahead of Aw to make sure the coast was clear. "Whew!"

Aw turned out to be everything I needed to end the last day of 2008. We got a shower together and took to the sheets. After several minutes of deep kissing, she worked her way down and have me an enthusiastic seeing to. When I tried to repay the complement, she held her hand over her pussy and said "No liiiiiike." Heh, heh, heh ... we'll see about that.

I licked and kissed all around her fingers until she was distracted - at which point I managed to get my tongue on her lips. Within two minutes she was literally grinding her pelvis into my face. "No like, my ass" I thought to myself.

As small and light as she was, I had a great time with her getting her into all sorts of positions in the next hour. Every time I stopped to catch my breath, she would dutifully take over and grind her hips into me. "Good girl!"

I woke her up at 4AM for another round then again around 5:30AM. I had power.

As the sun came through the window at 7AM, the hotel phone rang. "What the hell?" It was Nok. I could hear the sounds of traffic. "She's downstairs!" I thought to myself in a panic. I made a mental escape plan for Aw as I ascertained where, exactly, Nok was. She was at home. I tripled checked to make sure. "Whew!" She wanted to come to Bangkok to bring me to her home. OK, that I could do. We arranged for a place and time and said good-bye.

I looked at Aw lying there half awake. "Mmmmm, time for round four!"
Photo: Aw 01

Unfortunately, she was sore from all my attention so I just played with her a bit.
Photo: Aw 02

As she didn't get much sleep, she asked if she could go home. There wasn't much point in making her stay so she got cleaned up and sent her on her way with a gift basket of fruit and candy from the hotel. No mess, no fuss. She really enjoyed herself and so did I ... and I don't have to go visit her family. A valuable lesson indeed, Bwana_dik!

Now I have a few hours to get organized and meet up with Nok. Then I have to figure out some creative way to extract myself from this mess. I'm giving thought to faking my own death.

Wombat88,

How are you my dear fellow Rio Festinha Monger mate! Long time no hear from.

Wel I agree that you suffer from "nice guy" syndrome. So do I and that is why a few years ago I decided to no longer get myself involved with non-pros.

Glad to read that you were getting your visas in order prior to arrival to new destinations. I remember when we first met that you had arrived to Brazil for a 2nd time only to find that your visa had only been a 90 day visa. Therefore Brazilian immigration diverted you to Argentina (Buenos Aires) for a couple of days in order to get another visa stamp in your passport at the embassy there.

I too am interested in how you let this hopeful girl Nok down. Gently I'm sure, or maybe....?


Cheers my friend,


Cubanut


PS. Ah yes, I remembered that you traveled with a good camera and an artistic eye while in Brazil. Looking forward to a few more tasty treats like the ones above.


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Oh, the fun never ends. Just after posting my update, Nok spots me on line (and naturally) believes I'm chatting with girls). That's not the interesting bit. She wants to have countdown with me. OK, we count down the new year. No, countdown is in Bangkok. OK, we stay in Bangkok tonight instead of going to her home (and now I have to find a hotel here). No, she wants to go to her party at her home and go to Central World for countdown. Bus out to her home, spend a couple of hours at her party and then bus back into Bangkok.

I've decided not to fake my own death. I'm just going to jump in front of the bus as it passes over the river. If the impact doesn't kill me right away, the sweet embrace of the Chao Phraya will do it for sure.

I have indeed learned a lot of lessons over the years, Cubanut! "You know what experience is, don't ya? It's the feeling you get when you recognize you've made the same mistake again." I must say, getting kicked out of Brazil makes for a great story, though.

As for non-pros, there's always hope. My experience with "Smiling Girl (https://www.clubhombre.com/discus/messages/1718/51387.html?1091403265)" was one of the best of my life (and I truly regret not working harder to make it last).

Wombat; Sounds like you should be trading crib notes from Divesity. Love the angle you took your second photo from, she does have a great ass.

RG.

Wombat

Reading your posts brings back memories, I can laugh about it now then again, actually I laughed about it then. It involved moving hotels and faking a sick family member and faking early exist from LOS, including airport drop off and everything. I guess what you are going through is a right of passage for all real mongers.

So reading your report is like watching a train wreck about to happen you can't take you eyes off it, I am looking forward to your next installment.

Have a great new year!

I don't know if this would work, but perhaps you could tell her your water buffalo is sick and you have to immediately go back to America to bring it to the water buffalo doctor.

Worth a try, and better than suicide!

Ahh, that hovering cloud, jealousy. A little is ok, shows me someone really cares, but too much can be life threatening as it suffocates me! I absolutley will not tolerate it, a deal breaker! It is not the way to secure a relationship.

If you have doubts now, imagine later! Get out with your sanity NOW

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If you want to avoid her just call her (or send a text) saying you want to see other girls. Ignore all texts and phone calls from her after that (there will be a lot the first 48 hours). Sure she'll cry and be sad but it's better then you leading her on.

"Seriously. Dude. Do I look like an idiot?" I replied to Priapose as we walked up the street. He had just asked me if I was going to go to my girl's hometown for her party and then come back to the city for the big countdown. "Of course I'm going .... because I'm a fucking idiot."

Nok assured me that the bus ride was not two hours, only an hour, and was convinced we could make it. I booked another night at the hotel instead of trying to pack and relocate. I took the skytrain to the Chao Phraya where we would catch a boat up river and go to the bus terminal.

Nok showed up shortly after me. She was a few minutes late because she had gone to the store to buy me food: a bottle of water, a cellophane wrapped sandwich and a hot dog pastry thing in a "Happy New Year" wrapper. This, despite the fact that the area around the dock was ripe with street vendors. She thought I would want Farang food.

Instead of going up river, we just crossed over and grabbed a Baht bus. After an hour ride, we arrived .... somewhere. It just looked like more of the same dusty road bordered by concrete buildings. We got a couple of motor-dops to take us to her house.

The place was a typical middle class home. I pulled off my shoes and greeted mom as I stepped into the spacious tiled interior. Nok ran off somewhere and I tried to get my barrings. This was obviously the living area. There was a dinning room table adjacent to a sort of living room with a couch, overstuffed chairs and mandatory television.

Nok came back and led me out to the back yard where a dozen people, mostly men, were sitting on mats around a low table. The table held a half eaten young pig and numerous side dishes. I greeted everyone and was offered a spot at the table. I gave a bottle of mango vodka to dad and uncle proceeded to open it. Someone else asked me if I wanted wine. As everyone was drinking something, I agreed. Moments later I was handed another glass of liquor. Soon my vodka was opened for inspection. They had no idea what vodka was.

Uncle was certainly the life of the party. He took great pleasure in filling my glass and making jokes. Unfortunately, the language barrier was there and Nok was left to translate as best she could - which wasn't very well.

Grandmother, who was sitting beside me, kept offering the pickled vegitibles she made. Nok was busy peeling shrimp and serving me fish as I helped myself to the pork. Uncle tried to get up and tumbled over on the grass, much to the amusement of all. He wandered into the house.

I had a blast trying to communicate and joke with the family. I was also feeling no pain so I switched to water. "You want something" Nok asked me. "You want sleeping?" Wow, I've never been offered a nap at a party. It was 7PM and I was sure we had to leave at 9PM to make it back. I figured and hour's nap would do me a world of good.

Nok lead me back inside where uncle was sprawled out on the tile floor with nothing but a pillow for his head. This, apparently, was where i would be sleeping as well. I actually didn't mind as I stretched out and took the proffered pillow. A fan was soon directed my way. I thought about how the day had progressed and made plans for the night.

"You OK?" Nok asked me. I blinked and tried to figure out what happened? "We go now, OK?" Apparently I'd fallen sleep somewhere. I stumbled up and managed to get my legs working. "Now eight o'clock." We had plenty of time yet, but she led me back outside where everyone wished us a happy new year and we said goodbye.

Nok's brother drove us to the road where we took a cab to the river. I plopped my head in Nok's lap and rested while she chatted with the driver. The one hour bus ride was now a 250THB taxi ride. Well done!

Back across the river we took the sky train to the hotel to drop off anything we didn't need then walked to the Central world. The place was, as predicted, packed. We hung around the mall for a bit and took on the crowd for the countdown.

The streets were mobbed and not generally an experience I could recommend. However, it's a fantastic time for girl watching. The babe index was way off the scale as everyone was decked out in party attire.

Back at the hotel, we grabbed a drink with Priapose and his date for the evening. Nok's jealousy was something to be played with and I had her convinced at one point that Priapose was a lady boy. She was much relieved to find out he was anything BUT that.

Back in my room, we ushered the new year in with a bang

Wombat,

these are some of the highest quality photos Ive ever seen on this site. What kind of camera are you using?

Mangaman

I'd love to have the balls to take a 12.8 MP full-frame sensor camera with me on my Rio whoring-trips.

(Amazing resolution on those!)

Indeed. I just got a new D700, but it won't make any trips to Brazil. I won't even take it to AC or LOS.

Wombat! what a story! and it's not even over yet! ahh! "nice guy" syndrome huh? i hear that! there are more than a few of us here. i'm looking forward to see how you handled things in case i run into the same problem! you should have started your trip free and met up with her after a few days of fun first! but it seems you took in what was needed for a hombre vacation. looking forward to the conclusion!

I was stuck with figuring out a way to get rid of Nok so I could go play, or make the best of an awkward situation. Naturally, I choose the coward's approach and booked a hotel on the river to avoid the temptation of Nana Plaza.

We learned that Nok, as a Thai national, received a discount (although not a great discount). I was using points so it didn't mater, but it's nice to know that if you find a keeper you can get her to book the room and save a bit of dough. It's also worth noting that said keeper and yourself will enjoy staying by the river as you have easy access to plenty of temples, markets and curiosities.

The new digs were a bit smaller than the previous hotel, but it had an extra large bathtub with a whirlpool! From the top of the hotel we had a fabulous view of the city. Furthermore, the hotel lounge provided unlimited snacks and drinks. I got delightfully drunk. Nok satisfied herself with juice and soda.

We got into the big tub and she started getting all maudlin on me. It seemed that her happiness was entirely dependent on me. I put a stop to that telling her that I could not be happy with a woman who was not already happy. I made her understand that I did not want a dependent. That got her rethinking her strategy because she started cheering up. That night, however, the waterworks were back in full operation. She called home and her sister was missing her. She wanted to be with me more than her family and this was tearing her up. I tried to convince her to go home the next day, just to spend a bit of time and return that evening. Nothin' doin'!

It's tough to get out of bed when there's no real reason. Nok and I lounged around, ate breakfast and lounged around some more. All she had to wear was the sun dress I bought her and the outfit she wore on New Year's so I decided some new attire was in order. The front desk suggested the only place to buy clothes was at Robinson's Dept. store across the river, but my keen eyes soon discovered a typical Thai market ... right next to the hotel!

I didn't want to run the gauntlet of the stalls so I gave Nok a 1000THB note to buy what she needed. She gave it back saying she had money. I have her a 500THB "Just in case." She reluctantly accepted it. I insisted she buy a top, bottom and some good shoes for walking. Later, back at the room, she showed me a tasteful pair of shorts, shoes that were certainly not built for walking long distances and a top that was ... ugh! Let's just say it would look right at home on the mother of the bride at an up-country Philippine wedding. I tell ya, there's no accounting for taste among some Thais. If I were to keep this one, I'd have to call the folks from "What not to wear" and have them give her a major work over.

While she shopped, I had a beer at the local beer bar. The price was 120THB. It seemed a bit pricey at first, then the waitress arrived with a huge pitcher. We easily forget the real price of a drink when we spend all that time in a go-go bar. When she came back, I paid the bill and left an extra twenty. Nok looked at the bill, counted the money and thrust the twenty back at me. "You rich man?" she asked. Well, there I certainly am, but I pocked the money.

Now, the next day, I tried to hire a boat to go into the canals. I noted that one place, that had few tourists, offered a boat for 750THB for an hour but only had a long tail available (I wanted a small boat). At the next dock I asked for the price for an hour and was quoted 1500THB. I just rolled my eyes and the price dropped to 1200. I told them 700THB and they refused. OK by me! Nok and I went to the jetty to wait for our boat to the hotel. The little devil accused me of being cheap!

"Not cheap. I am smart." I told her with a smile. Sure enough, five minutes later, the boat tour guy asked me if I would go for a thousand. I shrugged and countered with a very reasonable 800 and he immediately agreed. I gave Nok a very smug look as we walked to the boat.

She really didn't like it when I winked at her. She was convinced I winked at all the women and used her dictionary to conclude that I was a philanderer. I grabbed the dictionary to see that philanderer and flirt had the same Thai meaning. I then told her that western society didn't see winking as a bad thing (as did the Thais, apparently).

Nok was thrilled that I gave her a whole extra weekend. As my flight out was at 7AM on Monday, I insisted she go home on Sunday night. No way! Despite the fact that she had to be at work the next morning, and I had to be at the airport at 5AM, she was coming with me! I vowed to send her home on Sunday night ... until, that is, Sunday morning.

I felt a bit under the weather on Saturday night, but still managed to get pretty sloshed. The next morning I was wiped out with a sore throat and body aches. Nok went into nurse mode and totally, I mean totally looked after me. She kept herself busy straightening up the room, even ironing my bandannas! With a bit of breakfast, a hot steam bath and a few hours rest, I was recovering quickly. I was well enough, as far as I was concerned, to head up to Koh San road so I could replace my lost guide book.

It was my first time seeing the place and I was pretty impressed. Definately worth spending some time if you want to chill out with backpacker types. We found my book and Nok insisted we leave. She told me she didn't like everyone looking at her. I hadn't noticed.

I capitulated in letting her stay the night. Probably another big mistake. She helped me pack and I watched her secretly wipe away many a tear.

In bed, she told me how much she loved me and wanted me to be with her. The day before she even showed me the school web site where she works and told me she could get me a job teaching. Then the shoe fell. "You want marry me?"

I immediately said no and quickly tempered the blow by telling her that we hardly knew one another and that I really liked her and wanted to be with her but people don't just get engaged that quickly. Well, she then accused me of not liking her and curled up into a ball. I assured her that I cared about her very much but insisted that marriage is a really, really big deal. She ran off to the bathroom where she wept and sobbed. I waited in bed knowing she would eventually run out of tears.

At some point she returned and accused me again of not liking her. I pointed out all the things I did to stay with her, delaying my trip, not sending her home, keeping her with me, etc. Eventually she calmed down and we went to sleep.

The phone rang and race to the airport began. She stayed in pretty good shape the whole way there. I foolishly thought she'd stay in the cab and ride back, but she wanted to see me right through to security. Which she did.


I was being offered a whole new life. I've been wanted to live in Thailand, but this is a very different sort of life, isn't it? I can put up with some of her peculiarities, but am I ready to give up being a Farang? Because that's what it would mean.

I care about this girl a lot. While she's no "Smiling Girl," she's really terrific. What kills me is that if a good-looking 27 year old secretary from somewhere near my home hit on me like this, I'd be on top of the world. Why is it I'm so mixed when it's this Thai woman? I'm getting on in years and she can certainly make a good life for me. Tempting, sooooo tempting.

Excellent read Wombat, excellent....

Love the picture of Nok behind the glass at the airport you can almost see the tears ,,,oh you forgot to tell how much was the going away gift .

Going away gift was 1000THB, Cooldude. She did her best to refuse; I had to stuff the bill into her bag. She kept telling me "Have salary, no problem!" but I knew the trip back home would cost her at least half that (Salary or not, I knew that she gave her mom about 3000THB per month and dad about 1000THB.

As it turned out, she refused to take the bus, as I had suggested, and took the cab all the way to her office. Total cost for her was around 1200THB. So, with the 1000 or so I gave her for clothes and a couple hundred on food, I didn't spend much currency, but there were other costs.

wow ,Going away gift was 1000THB, Cooldude. She did her best to refuse; I had to stuff the bill into her bag. She kept telling me "Have salary, no problem!" but I knew the trip back home would cost her at least half that (Salary or not, I knew that she gave her mom about 3000THB per month and dad about 1000THB.

As it turned out, she refused to take the bus, as I had suggested, and took the cab all the way to her office. Total cost for her was around 1200THB. So, with the 1000 or so I gave her for clothes and a couple hundred on food, I didn't spend much currency, but there were other costs.

I have heard of things like this but few and far between thanks for sharing , I like the way you write a report hope you have a great new year

Amazing story, Wombat! Thanks for sharing even the goriest of details. One of the best and most honest reports I've ever read on CH.

"...there were other costs." Indeed there were. I don't know how you did it.

Why oh WHY do so many men have this fucking hangup about "not paying for it" and/or finding a "good girl".

Wombat, thank you for sharing your story.

Wombat, I think many of us have been there and done that and have been completely blown away when an attractive young 3rd world girl was about 20 miles ahead of us on a relationship scale after we were one of the few people on earth that was EVER NICE to them. We're used to enjoying sex sans strings, they're busy committing the rest of their life to you, and completely LOSE IT when you balk at doing the same.

Your first post was painfully reminiscent of my meeting up with an AC cherry girl several years back. MY bottom line from that involvement: BAD sex and INSANE amounts of DRAMA! At the very least, YOU, apparently, enjoyed the sex!

wombat this was a great story. I also think your trip report through se asia a few years back is one of the best trip reports that has ever been posted on this site.

Thanks for the feedback and encouragement, gents. "My Dear" sends me e-mails every day asking about my health, my family and to make sure I'm using sun block and eating well. She caught a cold a couple days ago and I gave her a suggestion to help her her throat. She responded "I obey you my dear.I drink water with lemon."

Language can certainly be a barrier, one that was not bad with Bam or "Smiling Girl." I helped her a lot with her pronunciation, as she helped with mine. She had an interesting way of turning one-syllable words into two-syllable words. "Yea-us" (yes) "Goo-ood!" (good). I meant to make note of more of them because they're just too priceless. She writes me "I 'm try to learn english language the improve for you. I hope you are understand me."

She really manages to hit me where it hurts (unintentionally, I'm sure). "I think a good man for me, kind and very lovely.but I don't care who say to him older man, I don't mind.wherefore, I love you so much."

I'm trying to extend my holiday another month in hopes that I can do all the things I want to do and still manage to give this sweetie a few more days of bliss. After that ... who knows?

Curious update: I mentioned to "My Dear" that someone robbed my checked-in bag at the airport and I lost one or two hundred dollars. She was very concerned, wanted to know if I called the police and if I'm OK. She then informs me that she has saved a few thousand THB and will send me what she can if I need help. Wow.

"She then informs me that she has saved a few thousand THB and will send me what she can if I need help. Wow."

I hate to be the cynic, but that sort of offer is what's called "priming the pump." Maybe she's the real deal, but I've heard of girls offering guys money many times, under the assumption that (1) the guy really doesn't need it or (2) his ego would never let him accept it. In either case, he feels emotionally indebted.