This is one of those stories you just can't share with friends or family. So, for your edification and enjoyment, I present the curious case of the strange proposition.

First, a bit of back story. I met Nam on my first South East Asian epic back in 2004. She was the only Thai on a snorkeling boat hauling tourists around Phi Phi island. She stood out even more for the fact that she was one of the rare Thais I've seen wear a bikini anywhere other than on a stage. She was a student on holiday with her Japanese boyfriend. We exchanged e-mail addresses and I kept in touch with her, exchanging messages a few times a year.

She stayed with her Japanese boyfriend for a couple of years. She graduated from college, started a sort of on-line business selling office supplies, then landed a job working at the desk of a prestigious Bangkok hotel. She got involved with an expat Eastern European; she sent me photos of her playing in the snow when she went home with him for a visit.

I arranged to meet her on my next trip to Bangkok. She could get me a room at her hotel for a fraction of the regular price (less than a 1000THB/night). Unfortunately, I missed her on that visit. Shortly after that, she took a job as a flight attendant on a middle-eastern airline so I figured I'd never see her again. We managed to exchange a few e-mails. She sent me photos from some of the places she visited and some self portraits; she looked adorable in her uniform.

As luck would have it, her airline flew to my city. Once she passed her probation period, they let her do international flights. The layover in Montreal was nearly a week. Of course I'm usually on the road so the chance of meeting up was still slim. Two years ago, however, we managed to be in the city at the same time. I had not seen her for five years. She hadn't changed much, a bit older, now in her mid twenties, but otherwise as cute as ever. Nam is no beauty, but she's cute and slim.

She was seriously involved with the young European, so there was no real opportunity for hanky-panky. I put my hopes in her co-worker, a surprisingly cute gal that looked like a mix of Thai and farang, but she assured me she was 100% Thai … and 100% in a committed relationship. Damn.

Nam managed to get to town a year later and we spend two days touring the city. There was nothing special in our relationship and there was certainly no hint of potential for sex. I used our time to practice my Thai.

Earlier this year, I started corresponding with Nam more frequently. She was unhappy with her relationship and was thinking of dumping her boyfriend. It looked as if the couple were seriously on the rocks. She had broken up with the guy before, but this was more serious. Finally, she announced that she'd split. In chatting with her, I learned the details; basically, he wasn't very mature. Within a few months, however, she was wondering if she should get back together with him. She was lonely, living in the middle-east and only getting to see this guy every other month. I encouraged her to find the local expat community and meet up with some European and American men; she'd only had two boyfriends at this point and could really use some more experience with men (any and all experience, as far as I was concerned).

She was all set to go back to her boyfriend, except for one little hitch – he'd met another Thai girl … and gotten her pregnant. You can well imagine the drama around that. Leave it to say that Nam was finally through with this guy.

Or so I thought.

A few weeks back, she messages me in a panic. She thinks she's pregnant. “Huh? From who?” She then admits that she'd continued to see her boyfriend even though she told everyone she dumped him. She was too ashamed to admit that she went back to the guy so kept up the lie with everyone. She was totally beside herself with worry over being pregnant. Should she have a baby? She asked me if I got a girl pregnant, would I look after her. “Of course!”

“If you got me pregnant you would take care?” she asked. I wondered if this was a set-up to try to get me to support her, but it was a hypothetical question – albeit a very odd one. I assured her I would and told her the story of how I tried to get Smiling Girl pregnant a few years earlier.

Nam discussed how she could look after a baby and if she should still be involved with her boyfriend. She was coming up with more contingency plans than I could imagine. There was no point in making plans until she knew for sure, so I told her to go out and get a pregnancy test kit. Apparently, this is hard to come by in the middle-east and she was left a wreck until she returned to Bangkok a week later. She was not pregnant.

She was also coming to Montreal.

I went to her hotel at noon on Friday. She was not rooming with her cute Thai friend, but with another girl she didn't know. Nam insisted I not go in the room, as it's against company policy and she didn't know this girl well enough and she might be upset. As we left, I asked her where the girl was from. “Lashia.” Huh? It sounded very exotic, but I know Earth reasonably well, Lashia is not a country or a region that I'd ever encountered.

“Latvia? Liberia?” No. I had her pronounced a few more times. I asked which city. “Moscow? Oh, she's from Russia.” She converted the R to an L and added an extra syllable. Nam received several minutes of articulation lessons: “Red Rover runs races with Robin.”

We spent a pleasant day exploring the underground city I kept trying to get a reading from her to see if there was any attraction, but kept coming up empty. Mai pen rai.

Nam really wanted to go out to a club that evening. We had a few hours to kill before we could have a late supper and early club visit. We could not go to her room, of course, but the airline maintains a sort of crew lounge. She had never used it before. We arrived to discover we were the only ones there. A large conference room with a kitchen and lounge area with a TV. We flopped on the couches, watched television and talked. The conversation was, well, very interesting.

I really wish I had recorded that dialog because I could not believe where it went and would dearly love to analyze how it got there. We talked about her relationship with her boyfriend and why it didn't work out. Once Nam learned that she was not pregnant, she began wondering if she really should have a baby. She told me how she would do it and how it would affect her career. She didn't want to bear her ex's child since, as she put it, he is a father already. She also didn't want to have a husband because she was so independent. I forget the preamble to the question and how it was worded, but when I heard what amounted to “Would you have a baby with me?” I was floored. I did not, however, hesitate.

“Sure.” She didn't seem surprised at my quick response but wanted to know why I would have a baby with her. I recounted the story of Smiling Girl who really wanted a Farang baby and was willing to raise the child with her family (and a surprisingly modest contribution from myself). Nam was sure she did not need financial support but I explained that children are not exactly cost-free. What Nam did not want was a guy hanging around, she wanted to raise the child herself. Wow! “Up to you” I told her. I assured her I would give her a very strong son (she wanted a boy). She wondered if he would look more like me or more like her. We talked about where the child should be born and what school he should attend. The conversation was bordering on surreal as we planed for our family's future apart.

She also toyed with the idea of letting her ex back into her life once she was pregnant. If he could have a baby with another girl, she could have a baby with another man. She thought this was particularly hilarious because he insisted that it should not matter that he was a dad with another woman. This would be the ultimate turning of the table on him!

During this conversation, the flight captain came into the lounge. Nam and I were sitting at opposite ends of a three-seat couch. We greeted him and I cordially invited him to join us watching TV. He was quite friendly, but declined as he was expecting colleagues to meet him in the kitchen.

Nam and I continued our conversation beneath the obscuring noise of the TV. We could hear a couple of people in the kitchen who came in the other door. Another man, not as friendly as the captain, came through the lounge and we exchanged greetings. Again, Nam and I on opposite sides of the big couch.

Nam decided we should try to make a baby that night. She would pack a bag and we would go from the club to my home. I suggested that perhaps we should wait until the next night because she might still be jet lagged. Actually, it was my disaster-area I call my apartment that concerned me. I hadn't straightened up in weeks. No, she insisted that maybe we would try making a baby every day until she left. Oh, my!

Now, some of you may think I'm crazy, and you'd be right. Although I'm quite comfortable becoming a telecommuting dad, I knew the chance of getting her knocked up was slim since, by my calculations, she'd be having her period in about a week. Either way, I thought it was a worthy proposition and I was fully prepared to see it through fruition (if you'll pardon the pun).

We went down to her room to get her stuff. The moment she opened the door, the phone rang. It was the captain. He wanted to see her in the lounge right away and wanted to know if I was still there. Nam told him I left. There was no way they overheard us, so we figured she might be in trouble if outsiders were forbidden from the lounge (despite the fact that there were no rules posted). She went back to the lounge while I waited in the lobby.

She came down a few minutes later. She was in trouble because not only did she have a stranger in the lounge, but she was seen hugging a man! What? We stayed on opposite sides of that couch, and I know for sure that some of the guys in the kitchen peeked through the doorway at us as they moved about. The second guy who came through the lounge insisted that we were hugging when he walked through. The lying fuck was just trying to get her in trouble.

The captain said he would call her that night and again the next morning to make sure she was there and confirm with the Russian that she stayed overnight in the hotel. What? Is this guy your god damned dad, Nam? She told me how crazy the Arab men could be, now I was witnessing it first hand. They take overprotective to an obscene extreme.

Well, that put the kibosh on the overnight plans but we still went out to dinner and visited a few lounges. I walked Nam back to the hotel as we made plans for her to come out to my place the next day so we could hang out together and try making a baby.

The captain called her the next day. She also got a call from the female crew chief. I suggested I go to the hotel and have a talk with the captain. I imagined all sort of scenarios about confronting the lying bastard guy, but Nam brushed it aside. Had I not been in the lounge, she could have disappeared for days without their knowing a thing. Weird bunch, they are.

I picked her up at the subway station a few hours later. She brought some laundry to wash so she'd have something to wear the next day. We stopped by the grocery store to buy Mexican food for supper (she'd never tried it). I needed to do a bit of work so I gave her a spare laptop to use and we later watched a movie, “Gladiator.” She was convinced I reminded her of Russell Crowe. Huh? Totally far-fetched. (Note to self, wear more leather.) After the movie, I took a shower.

We got to talking about making a baby again and she opened up more about her sex life. She had only the two men in her life. They are best described as “little runts” so I was looking forward to getting her into bed. She almost never used a condom. I assumed she used the pill, but that wasn't clear. She liked sex but didn't want it very often (damn) and she never masturbated (not a good sign). I didn't ask her about oral sex as I knew I'd be disappointed.

She told me she couldn't believe we were going to try to make a baby. She could not have ever imagined that this would happen. She was still really surprised that I was OK with the whole thing. We talked about getting tested, we both recently tested clean.

She decided should would get a shower and we would make a baby. I gave her a robe and got her set up in the bathroom. When she came into the bedroom, she was nervous so I had her lie on her stomach and gave her a massage as I slowly peeled off the robe. God, what a body! Her skin was Thai smooth and not a hair on her slim, shapely legs. I massaged her from calf to neck, enjoying touching every inch of her. She never exercised, but she was beautifully toned. I quickly doffed my clothes and started kissing all over her back and neck. She was not particularly responsive.

I rolled her over and continued touching and kissing. She was reluctant about letting me touch her small breasts as she kept moving her hands everywhere. She wasn't exactly resisting, though. I worked my way down and settled in between her legs and commenced dining. Her hair was a soft light thatch and I thoroughly enjoyed kissing and licking everywhere. She was squirming but it was hard to tell if she was enjoying herself or trying not to enjoy herself.

“OK, OK, is enough” she said, encouraging me to get on with things. I told her that I really like eating her but she claimed ticklishness. I crawled up and positioned myself to enter but suggested she at least have a look at what she was about to receive. She reluctantly looked down and assured me she saw.; no interest at all. I worked into her slowly, kissing her neck and shoulder. She was not open to being kissed on the lips, unfortunately.

I started off slowly. I really wanted to savor the experience, the feel of my unsheathed cock sliding in and out of her. She encouraged me to go faster, not because she likes it hard and fast, but she wanted me to come as quickly as possible. I explained that years of training to last longer was not going to be easy to break! I picked up the pace, however.

I was pleased to see that she held the sheets crumpled in a death grip. Perhaps she was letting herself go? I told her to hold on to me and to bite my shoulder. She complied and started to openly moan. Finally!

When I slowed down to catch my breath, she wondered if I had finished. “Oh, you'll know when I finish, believe me,” I laughed. She encouraged me to come quickly. Dammit. I put her legs to my chest and continued until I was tired. There was no way I was going to come quickly, I was serious about a lifetime's habit being difficult to overcome.

I gave thought to trying out a variety of positions with her, but knew she would not welcome the idea. For her, this was about getting fertilized; for me it was hedonistic delight. I put her on her stomach and slid in. Her ass was so delightfully round and hard. I gave it everything I had and exploded after about five minutes. I stayed in her as long as I could but she wanted to go to the bathroom. I told her she had to wait – she had to keep my sperm in her as long as she could. She told me she always used the bathroom right away. No wonder she didn't get pregnant.

There wasn't a whole lot of post coital action. She treated me more as a turkey baster than lover, but I was grinning too much to care. She finally got up and I was pleased to note a surprisingly large wet spot on the sheets. I wondered if she would loosen up more later that night.

We got dressed and Nam called her Russian room mate to see if there were any message. There were. She was getting calls from the flight chief and the captain. The roommate told her to just call them, but Nam was too nervous and thought she should go back to her room. I was put off, but understood. Her job might well be on the line with this bunch. I learned that if one of the attendants found a boyfriend in any city, the airline made sure never to send her to that city again. It's not enough that they treat their own women badly, but want to make sure foreign women are equally miserable. Bastards.

I was convinced that I could diffuse the situation if I arrived at the hotel in a suit accompanied by my “family” (a female friend with a toddler) and explain how I had known Nam for years and was helping her with her English. Nam was furious with them, but was all but powerless. I put her on the bus. It was still quite early in the evening so she could claim to have been out for supper if they quizzed her.

The next morning she sent me a message that she had to go to breakfast with her co-workers. When she got back, she had news. They had changed her schedule and put her on the next flight back to the middle-east … that evening. Bastards! So much for a few days of fantastic sex. Well, OK, it was not even good sex (not that any sex isn't good, but still), but I was determined to loosen up that girl and teach her to masturbate if nothing else.

Nam also told me that she decided not to have a baby and had taken a morning-after pill. She confessed that she was not ready to have a child yet. Hmmm. Well, early departure or not, I was not going to be practicing the coital arts with Nam.

The real kick in the head? A couple days later, when she's back home, she wondered if she should give her ex-boyfriend another chance. What the hell kind of affect do I have on women, anyway? I should offer myself as a therapist. “Not sure if you should go back to your boyfriend? Have sex with me and find out!”

“Satisfaction, or lack thereof, guaranteed!”

I think tou are somewhat confused buddy.

MM

Wombat,

Where to start [??]; there sure isn't a Hallmark card for this. Apparently you were pussy driven by your own doing resulting in your [I'll leave out the adjectives]decision to spread your 'progeny'...

The fact you assumed she would not get pregnant was nothing less then risk taking for "your own hedonistic delight". There certainly is not a lack of women for pleasure, which negates this option to get laid, especially by an Ice Queen which your description of the event sounds like much ado about nothing.

You probably would have had a better time grabbing your own ass while peeing! Perhaps therapist is not the best word, Daddy or child support comes to mind however. I give you credit for your absolute honesty.

Her behaviour is typical of most young women, and certainly a flight attendant with 3 brain cells. They don't think when their feet are in the air, which is why she probably took the morning after pill, thus saving herself from any type abuse from her on again/off again boyfriend. I'm sure the two of them are indulged in noble pursuits of their own and will be for years to come.

Quite the soap opera. That was a lot of trouble you went to for a long time to get what was essentially a starfish fuck, albeit from an amateur. To each his own.

Instead of teaching her to masterbate, maybe in the future you should stay home and masterbate when she returns to your town. She sounds like an incredibly immature young woman who is also unskilled, sexually speaking. No upside to a relationship with such a women. Just my 2¢ worth.

I've read some strange stuff on these boards, but this one is up there. It's not you driving her back to her boyfriend, it's her, women get really competitive when there's another woman involved. You were just a side show, she thought she could hurt him by doing you, but that didn't work. Surprise, surprise. She's still obsessed with him and always will be for the rest of her life.

You could give her five kids and she's still be focused on that guy.

Guy would go bankrupt before she ever got to 5 kids.

This is better than a Brazil soap opera. What are the soap operas like in Thailand?

This guy started out by telling us about his South East Asian epic. I think it would more appropriatly be called the South East Asian Soap Opera, and if promoted correctly, he could sell it in Rio on a trip there after he has recoved and come to his senses.

I think this poor guy needs to quit this dream and get on with his life. Besides, this board is not a Dear Abby shrink board. Even asking us for this kimd of advice is nutty,

The author of this post is just playing with us, or he has just plain LOST IT.

MM

Wombat is normal and going the motions/emotions, but she certainly needs a therapist. Man, good riddens!

I only have two thoughts on this:

http://merb.ca/index2.htm

http://www.merc.ca/

Sheesh, guys, relax. It's not like I'm sending money to a Pattaya bar girl fer Pete's sake - get a grip! So, I tried to help a Thai girl (flaky, she may have been) have a baby. It was my genetic duty to to make the attempt (even knowing the odds were low). This was not about sex; I live in a city with plenty of opportunities for that.

Speaking of opportunity, should I attend a gang-bang with a teen Amazon this Wednesday? Decisions, decisions!

Wombat:

Good luck.

I am sure we have all had similar stories.

MM

Why would anyone want to knock up a girl if they didn't intend to be an actual father and raise the kid? The downside to something like this is massive with no real upside except you get to bareback a dumbass 3rd world girl. If that's the goal, there are far, far easier ways to go about that.

Wombat,

next time I'll just read your short story, or was it a narrative, and keep any opinions or thoughts to myself. In your defense you did warn us by stating this was for enjoyment. After reading your 44 paragraph post I mistakenly thought you were hoping for some feedback, which is generally sought or associated with most posts, certainly one of this nature.

For edification I totally agree with Cat's post regarding knocking up women.

(Message edited by copperfieldkid on December 21, 2009)

I actually think it is quite common - I just ran into a puta about a week ago I have known for a number of years. The last time we were together - two years ago - she was getting a little chubby (she was quite skinny up before)...she told me that she was eating alot of fast food :-). This time she passed me on the beach with a baby. She told me that she had some green eyed blond guy knock her up - an Italian - because she wanted a light eyed baby. Very much in passing, like it was nothing, she admitted to me that she asked one of her boyfriend clients to knock her up because he was a good looking white guy (her words, not mine)...she told him that he would have no responsibility for providing or raising the kid, and he agreed. He is now back in Italy and has no contact with her or the baby - nor provides any support. However, she seemed ok with this.

I truly believe this happens quite a bit....and I also believe many guys will agree to it. While I think that is not a very smart thing to do - she can easily turn it around once the kid is born and make you financially responsible - a split moment decision in the heat of fucking can change a life forever! Generally, however, it is not a planned thing but just a moment that presents itself and a split second decision that is made because of a suggestion made by either party.

I think the greatest and biggest minds can be swayed by the power of pussy and lust! I would think the majority of us have let the little head do the thinking at least one time along the way....

For you guy that have light color eyes, blue or green, I am sure you have heard girls say that they want a baby with eyes like yours....??

Morally, I do not even want to go there..... but after thinking about it I guess to me it would be a little hard knowing that I have a kid out there that does not know me, is being raised by a puta, and who knows how he/she is being cared for.

Good points lovingmarvin. My ex wife, who is an MD,made an interesting observation that, I think will put this into perspective; women marry for security and procreate for looks and inteligence. While doing her pediatric rounds in med school, she claimed that in 60% of cases where the child suffered from life threatening illness and DNA testing was performed pre op, the husband was NOT the biological father of the child. Further, she said that women are smart enought to select a sperm donor who physically matches her spouse, i.e. hair, skin, ethnicity, etc. and have been doing it for generations. Imagine this was almost the perfect crime until the accuracy and prevelence of DNA testing.

First I enjoy the soap opera part of the story, and I know how you can get attracted to these girls, but

having a baby with a Thai girl is wrong on so many levels. Sounds like she could probably track you down and so you never know how the future would go or even how you might get guilty and voluntarily decide to support the kid.

You also never know with advances in science and the type of people that run the government that somewhere down the line they can reference "dust of life" kids in SE Asia's DNA with you or your offspring and some sort of repreparation bill is presented to you or your family. As crazy as that sounds, think of all the crazy things that go on today that people would have never believed would happen even 30 years ago.

Wombat88,

If I may take some poetic license, please accept the following ALTERNATE ending to your story:

For Nam, this was about getting fertilized; for me it was hedonistic delight. I put her on her stomach and slid in. Her ass was so delightfully round and hard. I gave it everything I had and was about to explode after about five minutes. But then I pulled out and gushed my load all across Nam's beautiful ass and lower back.

As I sat back, Nam turned around and quickly felt her back and ass and looked at my man juice that stuck to her hand. "What you do"?! Nam asked in a heightened and scolding voice. "Why you pull out, we no make a baby this way"!!!

As I caught my breathe I looked at Nam and slowly lowered my head. I said to her that at the last moment I thought of my child without me being there to be it's father. The pain it would cause both my son and I and maybe Nam herself someday.

I wondered if Nam would read through the lines of Bullshit I was laying on her. For you see at the time when I was pounding her ass I thought to myself "Why the hell am I gonna get this chick pregnant when all I wanted to do was fuck her all this time which is what I'm doing now"?

Nam got up to use the bathroom but before she left the room the said "I so sorry, you are a good man. I wish it was you I loved". And with that she left to shower.

When she came out she dressed quickly and said she thought it best to go. She said she had a lot to think about including whether or not I had any lesser thought of her as a friend.

I held Nam by her arms and looked her in the face and said I understood that from what all she told me that she was still in love with her young European ex-boyfriend and that she would never be happy until she let him go completely.

Nam left but I'm sure I have not heard the last of her. Even just as a friend once more. At least now I know there is not much to her lovemaking skills to desire a repeat.

End


Anyway:

It's hard to explain to a heart broken girl that there is always someone else just waiting to find them to be there true love and soul mate.

I find myself at time envious of guys who have a hot chick or chicks that cry over them because their pussy is not the only pussy they want their dick to know. Must be quite the ego trip.

Why girls go back to guys that treat them like shit is a mystery to me. It's just not logical that the guy will change his way.

Einstein said it best "Insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results". Unfortunately for Nam, I predict she will go back with her boyfriend again & again & .......btw-I would have used the word "Stupidy" if I was Einstein instead of "Insanity"


Cheers,


Cubanut

Cubanut, I now know how you can afford to take so many long trips abroad. By your writing skills, it's clear that you are one of the mysterious and secretive authors of the Harlequin Romance novels. Hats off to you, sir!

To each his own . Thanks for the honesty wombat.
Although probably not along same lines as to what the majority of CH members would do or feel you are to be commended for posting an honest post that is devoid of any insults, barbs ,racial slurs or self opinionated crap that so often accompany posts on this board.
Cheers