Nana Liquid - Thursday 2:05am.
This is the final part of the three-part report on a semi-failed evening in BKK. But don't despair, the next night was firecrackers all around, nay, fireworks on the 4th of July. So stay tuned. And if you don't care for the reports, I might suggest using the Ignore list.
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It was now 2:05am, and as I literally sprinted out of Climax, I decided it was a good time to hit Nana Liquid. I made my way down there, and on the way saw a plethora of FLs along Suk. It was here that I questioned my sexuality. It was dark, and I saw a girl walking towards me, perhaps 30 yards away, with the light behind her and so all I saw was a silhouette. She was tall, and clearly dressed to pick up guys. Her hips were swaying from side to side, and given that all I could see was a silhouette, I could focus on the proportions. She was superbly proportioned a perfect waist, beautiful hips, and spectacular legs. She was statuesque in every sense of the word. But from the way she walked, I slowly realized that she was a guy. And as she approached, her identity as a guy completely clear in my mind, I saw her face and almost fell over at its beauty. And she smiled at me in the most demure fashion I was smitten.
Thankfully, the moment went by so fast that I was unable to react. And as such, before I could do or say anything, she had walked past me and was gone forever. I wonder what would have happened had I been given the opportunity to talk with her. I am not interested in guys in any way, but jeez, this made me wonder.
So I walked into the Nana Hotel parking lot at around 2:20am. There were plenty of girls (and not-so-girls) there, but nothing worth even a moment's effort. Inside Nana Liquid, there were plenty of people. It was actually quite full all the tables were taken, and there were loads of guys hanging around the peripherals. I walked through the crowd and noticed that all of the good looking girls were already paired off with guys. Hmm, am I too late?
Well, I decided to be patient. I walked through to the far-end bar, near the pool room. I sat there for a while, at the bar, looking for available beauty. Seeing none, I wandered through the crowd to the other side, near the other bar. There I ensconced myself with a gin/tonic and started my people watching.
There was a very small girl standing in front of me giving me the eye-ball treatment. No thanks pass. She was too skinny and small for me. All I could hope for was that she did not make an approach, and luckily I was able to fend her off the entire night. Other than that, there were no real prospects to speak of. So I turned my attention to the other people around the club.
There was a large age range and ethnicity range in this club. Some guys looked teenish, others looked to be in their sixties, and plenty of guys in between. There were white guys, Indian guys, Arab guys, a few black guys (even one guy wearing a full-on dashiki!), and the ethnically-ambiguous guys, such as myself.
There was a really good looking, athletically built, young, clean-shaven, well dressed guy across the way from me who was getting no attention from the girls at all. He was dark skinned his skin was perhaps the color of Ethiopian skin? But he did not have Ethiopian features they were more European. But he was just a good looking dude all around, and it was odd that he was getting nothing from the girls. But then I saw why and it wasn't his skin color. He was sitting on his stool, not moving at all, grasping his drink. I think the girls were seeing this, and were a little intimidated by it. They want to have fun, and a guy that is this tightly wound up is a little hard to unwind. But with his looks, physique and dress sense, I am sure he got snapped up at some point in the night.
Meanwhile, an Armenian looking guy (I have no idea what his ethnicity was, but he had a classic Armenian look) came to the bar and wanted to order a drink. He looked at the menu, and not seeing what he wanted, he negotiated with the bar tender to make him his favorite drink. It took several minutes for this to occur, and when the drink arrived, I was floored it was a strawberry daquiri. With a little umbrella in it.
He pays for it, and as he is leaving, his eyes meet mine, and his expression changed. And to my surprise, what I saw in his face was...pity. I then realized that this little person-analysis thing that I do is so full of shit, because these people are doing the very same thing to me. The good-looking black dude got my pity, but here I was getting pity from Armenian daquiri dude.
Ok, enough of this shit time to find me a beauty. As Armenian dude walks away, I see standing right behind him two very pretty girls. They looked to be in their early twenties, spry and bubbly. One of them was clearly prettier than the other, but even the less-pretty girl was a scorcher in her own right. The less pretty one had skin the color of milked coffee, a straight nose, and small,almond-like eyes. Her hair fell randomly down to her shoulders, and this was a very good look for her. She was wearing a frilly dress that revealed a tight waist and nice legs. The legs were a little slim for my liking, but shapely and certainly Kumbu-worthy.
But her super-hot friend was something else. She had a pert little nose, with full, pouty lips, and large, very, very prominent cheek bones. In fact, her cheek bones were so prominent, it was the most noticeable thing about her. As such, her eyes were far larger than most Thai girls' they were downright cat-like. They were so large that it gave her that baby-like look, with the large, bright, pointed eyes. And to accentuate this look, she had her hair tied into pig-tails! Hah, that was the clincher.
So I saw pig-tails first, and my eyes nearly popped out of my head. She saw this reaction, and smiled at me. I smiled back, and the buzzing in my shorts was suddenly deafening. She looked down coyly at her drink, and then looked up at me to see if I was still watching. I was.
Her friend was facing her, and had her back to me. So pig-tails whispers something to her friend, and the friend turns around. This was the first time I saw her friend's face, and as I said, it was pretty, although not quite like pig-tails. I noticed that pig-tails was far livelier than friend, when she looked over at me I just saw far more interest and attraction than with the friend. I was liking this girl, and she was liking me too, or so I believed.
So we did this for a few moments more splitting the eye gaze between the two girls - until the friend says something to pig-tails, and she stops moving entirely. A moment passes, and pig-tails shrugs her shoulders to what her friend said. The friend then says something else, and pig-tails slumps her shoulders a little. And then pig-tails says something really loud to her friend, and I think I read her lips. What I read was 'May chaawp'.
Mmmm, pig-tails just told the friend that she did not like me. Oh poor Kumbu shot down. Rejection about as common as the common cold, and just as much fun. The way I chose to interpret this newest event was that the friend told pig-tails that she likes Kumbu, and asked whether pig-tails likes Kumbu too. Pig-tails, being the good friend, gives up Kumbu for the sake of her friend. You can see how this would be my preferred interpretation, can't you?
From then on, I got nothing from pig-tails. Nothing. She turned her back to me and started dancing by herself, and she did not look back at me even once. Yikes, the power of friendship. Ok, so friend it is, I suppose. So the next time friend looked over, I raised my glass to her in a gesture of 'cheers', and she returned the gesture. I walked over, clinked glasses with hers, and started the regular conversation. Hi, I'm, Kumbu, what's your name. I'm from America, where are you from. Etc.
Long story short, we danced for half an hour (pig tails was very deliberately looking the other direction the whole time), and then we took a taxi back to my hotel. Upon entering, she walked in slowly, inspecting everything in the room. She slowly sat down on the bed, and asked me for a drink. Damn it, I forgot to stock the mini-bar with my own drinks, this is going to cost me a fortune. Anyway, I pulled out a Singha for her, and she sipped it as we talked.
Her name is Nit, 26 years old, works in a restaurant on Suk as a manager (she manages the dinner shift, so she can sleep late). Cool. She is well-educated, she even went to university. She has interests in European literature, but realizes there is no money in that. So she did her degree in business. I tried to ask her about pig-tails, her friend, and as soon as that topic came up, she recoiled. Turns out Nit had had a no-good sonofabitch Thai boyfriend who she had been with for two years. Then one day (very recently, I believe) the BF tells her that he is in love with pig-tails, her best friend since childhood, and he wants to break it off. Pig-tails, when confronted with this by Nit, insisted that she knew nothing of this, and was not interested in BF at all. But nonetheless, this put strain on their relationship. So tonight was supposed to be pig-tails' attempt to take Nit out for a night of fun. And so when Nit decided I was the one, pig-tails was not only obliged to step aside, in a sense, it helped alleviate the problems between the two.
But the fact that I was now asking about pig-tails meant to Nit that pig-tails was more attractive than she was, and this just brought up the feelings on inadequacy that the experience with BF raised. That's Relationship Analysis Kumbu's take on things. None of this was intentional on my part, of course. I was simply trying to be polite and figure out who her best friend was. But just asking about the girl seemed to put Nit into a sour mood.
After that, things were not very good. She showered by herself, and then me. The lights were turned off entirely, and things began. Not much of significance happened no kissing, just some heavy groping, lots of breast suckling, no DATY, straight missionary sex, and that was it. Upon finishing, she asked if it would be ok for her to leave, since she needs to be home to take care of her mother. I told her to go for it. I paid her 1000B, plus 100B for taxi, and she left.
It was anti-climactic, uninspiring, and not really worth all the effort. But it unloaded the gun, and so at least now I can think properly.
And so the Dodgers lost another opening-day game. But here is the key: losing the opening day match does not mean anything for the World Series. You could lose that first game and go on to win every game after that. And that's what I am hoping for the rest of this trip. The World Series is coming home again.
Preamble to the Fireworks
disappointing as thursday night was, i knew tonight would be better. thursday night wasn't a total waste, but i expended a great deal of energy to get back a rather nondescript sexual experience.
so i worked most of the day on friday, and got home at 6pm. napped, showered, shaved, and made the short walk down to soi cowboy. i walked around the soi a little, peering into this place and that, and once again, not sure why, i went in to dollhouse. a little while ago someone posted a negative report on this place, something about it being hit and miss, but i wanted to check it out myself.
there were perhaps 10 girls on stage when i got in. there were five or six on that rotating portion, and a further three or four along the length of the stage. there were more girls upstairs, but i couldn't see them. there were plenty of customers, most in groups of two or three, but perhaps six or seven lone rangers like myself. i found myself sitting between two such gents. the guy on my left was clearly a player, someone who was known in the bar, as the waitresses were chatting with him. the guy on my right was a larger gent, perhaps 250 pounds, but in his mid-40s, and he looked rather respectable and clean. the girls were showing him a great deal of love, even though he had not spent more than the cost of a heineken. i guess he fit the profile: caucasian, mid-40s, alone...a wallet waiting to be popped open.
i noticed that some of the girls were wearing little frilly skirt-thingies, and others were not. i figured that those who were nude were not hiding their asses, so that was a good sign. and indeed, the girls without the skirt were all sporting ripe rumps that were a feast for an ass lover. now, most of these girls had legs that i was not particularly interested in skinny stick-like appendages. so by process of elimination, that got rid of 9/10 of the girls on stage. and the one girl that was left showing off her ass did not have the nicest of faces. so i was left feeling rather underwhelmed.
so i sipped my beer and awaited the shift-change. when it came, i was not disappointed. from this new crop of girls, there were two very, very sexy little things. the first one, #40, had a pert little bob-like hair-cut (it wasn't a bob, since it extended down to her shoulders, but there was a bob-like quality to it). she was skinner than i prefer, but her ass was really quite tasty looking. and she was certainly not shy about her ass strutting around like a matriarch peacock, it was quite appealing. but the clincher was her face the sweetest, sexiest pert mouth, with slanted eyes gave her a sexy chinese look.
but she was outshone by her friend. she had, easily, the nicest ass in the place. fit, round, shapely, trim, and perfect. her legs were a little thick around the ankles, but jeez, come on, how picky am i going to get? she had no breasts to speak of really, but her lower body was just mesmerizing. she was dancing very well, undulating and gyrating like someone who knows just how nice that ass is. and the clincher? she had pig-tails!!! yes, after last night's loss of the pig-tailed beauty in nana liquid, i seem to have developed a little bit of a fetish for the childish hair style.
two downsides were noticed. first, her face was not, shall we say, what you think of when you think of classical beauty. she had a mild bat-face going on, although that does sound harsh. her eyes were large, and her nose extended a little too much. it's hard to describe, but her face just wasn't her best attribute. having said that, over the 20 minutes i stared at her (sounds freeky, doesn't it?) the face began to grow on me.
the second downside was that she was clearly a mirror-dancer. that is, all she could see was her reflection in the mirror, and she was not looking anywhere else. she was on that circling part of the stage, so i got to see her from all angles, but when she was closest to me, her eyes were squarely fixated 3 feet above my head at the mirror on the wall behind me. she wasn't looking at me, she wasn't looking at the guy to my right, she wasn't looking at anyone.
so this proceeded for 20 minutes, and i decided enough was enough, and i was getting ready to split. she's nice enough, but unless you get the electricity, no point in trying to plug your thing into her outlet. crude description, i know, and i apologize.
meanwhile, all the other girls were fixated on the guy to my right. one girl came and planted herself on the stage right in front of him and started to sexy dance just for him. i'm not sure what it was, - he was not giving off any obvious signals, but i suppose he just had it going on. i counted six girls doing this shamelessly trying to court him, and he was not returning the sentiment in any way other than a standard smile. my guess is that he was not a newbie, and that he had a reputation in the bar as a big spender. but that's just my guess.
despite this obvious money bags sitting to my right, my girl was not even looking at him. she was busy doing her own thing, oblivious to me, oblivious to the man to my right, and oblivious to how all her friends were falling over themselves to get the guy to my right to commit.
but then it happened.
on one of the passes of the circle, she looked down at me. perhaps this was by accident, or perhaps this was her plan the whole time, i don't know. but she looked down, our eyes met, and we finally had something. the next time she passed by on this circle, i wanted to see if she would look again. if she did, then we have lift off. if not, then i'm outta here.
and she did. look down at me, that is. no smile, just another glance.
ok, let's see what happens on the third circle...will she smile this time? and as she passed by, she looked at me again, this time with more determination, with more certainty...but no smile.
and then the shift changed. she left the stage, and went to sit by herself. my guess here is that she has a boyfriend who sends her money, or she is waiting for some regular customer. so given the mixed signals, i decided it would be best to keep shopping. so i left 100b with the waitress to give to her, and told her that i would return tomorrow. perhaps all it will be is a drink, or perhaps it will be more than that. a small investment, as far as i am concerned.
addendum: i *did* return the next night to find that she was not there. but this set me up for an experience with another spinner from dollhouse, a report of which is in the works.
Crack shots - girls with nice muffs
there was/is a bar where they dance on a glass floor and you can peek. i am looking for that classic, nice small pink snatch, ready to lick and stretch later, legs in the air. tired of the brown ones that hang out.
any ideas on how to suss the best pussy - where ?