Bangkok Reports

[Kumbu]

You're joking, right? Who would spend all this time to write such a long winded post re some weirdo waitress......what should we expect if you pick up a weirdo p4p somewhere?

Point well taken. First, though, I make no apologies for the long-windedness of the post, nor any other of my posts - that's the way I write. Don't like it? Don't read it, or put me on your Ignore list, or report me to Jackson.

I thought about posting that piece, knowing full well that it was unusual and perhaps pointless (to some, such as yourself). But decided to post it anyway because I post what I would like to read myself. Even experiences like this are instructive (to some). Also, I had already typed the damned thing!

[MickTheKick]

Kumbu, what a greenhorn you are.

All mistakes are on your side. Don't think about your moves as if this is rocket science. It isn't. Everything the girl did was nice and perfectly dosed p4p FLing. You made a big thing out of it. Relax man, you thing too mutt.

BTW. I loved this involving of a middleman(woman) in her plan of action. Asian style at it's best. We all should make more use of this brilliant strategy.

The perfectly effective and friendly way to say the wonderfull word "No" in LOS p4p is "I'm waiting for my g/f. " or something along this line. They will understand and accept this in most cases. After all, it's not even a lie. If you deliver it with a nice smile you can even leave a door open to support any ambiguity of your ambitions.

[The Scout]

I'm pretty sure that flash photography makes it worse. I have been with girls who look perfectly normal in the flesh, but when I take their photo they look, as you say, like Beetlejuice.

Incidentally, I'm running a one-man campaign to convince Thai girls that brown-is-best. So no more whitening cream, and no more hats, long-sleeved jackets and jeans whilst strolling along the beach!#

http://www.internationalsexguide.inf...postcount=1162

+1 for no more whitening cream! You are who you are, you can change many things except the color of your skin so people should embrace it.

[Evianist]

Incidentally, I'm running a one-man campaign to convince Thai girls that brown-is-best. So no more whitening cream, and no more hats, long-sleeved jackets and jeans whilst strolling along the beach!#

Please do. I'm not very attracted to white asian girls, but tan/brown asian girls are gorgeous. If only the girls stopped trying to be so white.

[Mouse1]

That skin whitening cream look with the grey face freaks me the hell out. I'm really not into girls who look like Beetlejuice.

Someone needs to tell thai girls that they look way more sexy with their natural tan skin.

I'm pretty sure that flash photography makes it worse. I have been with girls who look perfectly normal in the flesh, but when I take their photo they look, as you say, like Beetlejuice.

Incidentally, I'm running a one-man campaign to convince Thai girls that brown-is-best. So no more whitening cream, and no more hats, long-sleeved jackets and jeans whilst strolling along the beach!#

http://www.internationalsexguide.inf...postcount=1162

[Mouse1]

Your gik is s e x y!

Yes. She is. And the more time I spend with her the more sexy I find her.

[Traveler1234]

Welcome back to LOS, Captain. it has been a while.
Keep 'em coming.

+1, nice photos!

[Traveler1234]

In summary, the horror story is that a waitress at Climax took a fancy to me, and the feeling is not mutual. So this makes for a weird situation - can I or can I not return to Climax? .

You're joking, right? Who would spend all this time to write such a long winded post re some weirdo waitress......what should we expect if you pick up a weirdo p4p somewhere?

[1Ball]

Welcome back to LOS, Captain. it has been a while.

Thanks for the reports, and the pics. Post them anywhere you want. I like the reports with the pics, one doesn't need to jump around, trying to understand the stories.

Keep 'em coming.

[Mart Cham]

Personally, I found a place in Pattaya on 2nd road on soi 1 across the street from Big C that sold the 4 pack for 300 baht

250 bahts on soi white rose (or soi BJ, not sure anymore which one) in a small pharmacy on the right side of the soi when coming from 2nd road and going to walking street. That's their price, no haggling necessary.
In Bangkok, the least I've paid was 350 after negotiating.
Never seen any Indian zeagra or seagra in Thailand.

[Member #2041]

I'm wondering if someone can tell me the best place to buy Viagra (or better yet, the generic equiv. from India) in BKK. I don't want to overpay and I don't want to wind up with fake Vitamins, either. So if anyone can point me in a good direction, thanks in advance.

Almost ANY pharmacy will sell the Kamagra 100mg 4 pack for 400 baht (some might be less). The real generic Kamagra is cheap enough that real pharmacies don't have any reason to sell bogus stuff. Personally, I found a place in Pattaya on 2nd road on soi 1 across the street from Big C that sold the 4 pack for 300 baht and I bought 3 of 'em. Since a half tab lasts me a day, that was a 24 day supply and I still have one of the 4-packs left. I wish I'd bought more because Kamagra's not available in the US except from sketchy illegal mail order operations out of Mexico.

[Some American]

I'm wondering if someone can tell me the best place to buy Viagra (or better yet, the generic equiv. from India) in BKK. I don't want to overpay and I don't want to wind up with fake Vitamins, either. So if anyone can point me in a good direction, thanks in advance.

[Suntangh R]

The girl was pretty! What put you, Handsumm. Must be the "braces".

I guess! Liked your well written prose, by the way.

[Suntangh R]

[Her eyes were magnetic, very, very charming, and she stopped dead in her tracks - I mean, it was like she hit a brick wall the very second our eyes met. She had sexy eyes, a very sexy hair cut (straight, well cut, streaks down across her face). When she smiled, to my surprise, I saw braces...hmm, not a terribly common occurrence in these parts. And I, stupidly but instinctively, smiled back. She giggled and walked on. 'She laaayg you'.

'Umm, sorry?'
'She laaaaayg yoooouu.'
'Oh, she likes me. That's nice.'
'You laayg her?'
'Umm, I don't actually know her, so it's hard for me to-'
'Good, she laayg you wery much. She good girl.'

She turns around and motions the girl over to us. And along she comes, smiling like a cat that has just found a mouse to play with. She holds out her hand and says 'You wery handsummmm man.'

'Oh, well, thank you but-'
'I see you look to me, you laayg me?'
'Umm, I... but-'
'Good, my name xxxx.'

[Kumbu]

In summary, the horror story is that a waitress at Climax took a fancy to me, and the feeling is not mutual. So this makes for a weird situation - can I or can I not return to Climax? Details below.

Sunday (last Sunday, not yesterday) at Climax was popping - lots of people, plenty of good looking girls, a genuine vibe going on. I went back for seconds on Monday night. Got in around 12:45am, and the place was noticeably slower. I mean, you could walk straight through to the back without having to nudge anyone out of your way, there were empty tables in the back, and the waiters/waitresses were standing around in bunches shooting the shit (for lack of customers). Monday is not a particularly good night to go to Climax, although I have to say there was still plenty of talent available.

My routine is usually to walk in through the doors, stop for 10 seconds and let the room acknowledge me, then slowly walk through the crowd, walking through the channel between the DJs booth and the stage. As I walk, I make sure to look at every thing that is below eye-level (anything above eye level is probably one of your hairy faces). I look and evaluate: is she really worth circling back for? Or is she in the 'perhaps' category? I rarely get a hit on this first pass, since the ones that stand in this walking corridor are usually those that need the most exposure. The real gems are hidden away in the pockets of the club, huddling with their friends, like gazelles on the Savannah (my second Africa reference?). I look nonetheless, since one may have strayed from its group and you could catch it while it is alone - a most unusual circumstance, but it never hurts to plan for it.

Once I get to the right-hand-bend that takes you around the other side of the DJs booth to the back of the club, I pause there, in this most-highly visible spot. This is Grand Central Station (or for you Los Angelenos, where the 10 meets the 5) for Climax - it's where you can get the most exposure as the most eyes are on you at that point. I have been picked up by girls several times right in that spot. It is such a powerful spot that I am careful in how I use it. If you go and plant yourself there, you may be viewed just as I view the urchins that plant themselves near the door - they need the exposure. So as to not seem desperate, I stand there for (at most) five minutes, often playing with my phone or doing something else to seem nonchalant (this is exactly where I played Ben Hur the other night).

Once I have gotten my dose of being seen (and hopefully admired by one or two), I turn and caste my gaze upon the thousands of eyeballs in the dark. This is a very stressful moment for me - you can see the outline of perhaps 50-60 people all facing you (and you assume scrutinizing you), and you can see the glare of the light on their eyeballs, but that's all you can see. So you don't know who they are, what their expressions are, or even if they are looking right at you. It's quite disconcerting. So I usually walk briskly through this part of the club right to the back and take a right turn behind the DJs booth. I often stop here for a moment, just to catch my breath after having run the gauntlet, and look around a little. The lighting is much better here and you can actually see faces. Also, you are behind everyone, and so you can see them all quite well. You have a view of the stage, as well as the entrance, and a good many other places. The crowd back here is often older and more worn, so it usually ain't a great place to hunt. But it's a great place to rest and feel secure.

Monday I was feeling a little vulnerable, not sure why, so I lingered back there, falsely believing that the security of this place would be my protector for the night. There was an empty table right there at the corner, so I sat down, and up popped a little waitress to take my ticket. 60 seconds later my drink arrived, and I set about nursing my vulnerability with some refreshing soda (no alcohol for me on this night). I got a text from a friend, so I pulled out my phone and started to fumble.

I looked up for just a moment, and in that very moment, I caught the eyes of someone walking past me at an angle. Her eyes were magnetic, very, very charming, and she stopped dead in her tracks - I mean, it was like she hit a brick wall the very second our eyes met. She had sexy eyes, a very sexy hair cut (straight, well cut, streaks down across her face). When she smiled, to my surprise, I saw braces...hmm, not a terribly common occurrence in these parts. And I, stupidly but instinctively, smiled back. She giggled and walked on. Only then, with utter horror and disbelief, did I realize just how frikkin stupid I had been. It turns out, she is a waitress at Climax - I just didn't recognize her outfit until after she had left.

So 3 minutes later, I see her spying at me from around someone else. I tried to ignore her. A few minutes after that, she walks past me and gives me the 'You're Mine' look. Ugh. And a few minutes later, a hostess (dressed in those hot pink dresses) walks up to me and says to me:
'She laaayg you'.
'Umm, sorry?'
'She laaaaayg yoooouu.'
'Oh, she likes me. That's nice.'
'You laayg her?'
'Umm, I don't actually know her, so it's hard for me to-'
'Good, she laayg you wery much. She good girl.'

She turns around and motions the girl over to us. And along she comes, smiling like a cat that has just found a mouse to play with. She holds out her hand and says 'You wery handsummmm man.'

'Oh, well, thank you but-'
'I see you look to me, you laayg me?'
'Umm, I... but-'
'Good, my name xxxx.'

Thereupon we started the regular small talk (where you from, you here for business or holiday, you like Thailand, when you go back, etc.). This lasted an agonizing 10 minutes, at the end of which she grabbed my phone and entered her phone number, called it, and said 'there, now you have my number.'

So I made up a story about how my friend is on the other side of the club, let me go look for him. I scamper outta there to the other corner of the club and hide in a mass of people. 10 minutes pass and I begin to feel more comfortable. I look around and see loads and loads of good looking girls. Not all of them are my type (most are skinny little things - I prefer just a little bit of meat with my veggies, thanks very much). But nonetheless, things are looking reasonable at this point.

Then I get a yank on my sleeve - it's HER! She found me! 'Where you fend?'
'Umm, he, umm, I think, umm, well, see, it's like this-'
'Ok, you come back, we talk, ok?'
'Umm, no, not ok, I will wait here for my friend, I will come back there soon, ok?'

She agrees and walks away. I suddenly had a vision, a flash of the future. My mind's eye was floating over the dance floor at Climax looking down at a sea of black-haired little heads, all bobbing in an uncoordinated arhythmic mass. But there was a gap in the crowd, and as my mind's eye closed in, I saw that it was a body. I closed in further, and in a somewhat unsurprising twist, I saw the body was my own. I was lying there in the classic 'fell from high building pose': lying on my back, hands to the side, head turned to the left, and right leg crooked backwards at the knee. As I watched my rotting carcass, I realized I needed to do something to avoid this fate of mine.

So I booked it outta there. I pushed my way through the crowd, stepping on some feet on the way, breathing desperately, looking over my shoulder at every turn, wondering if she would leap out at me and scream 'You LAAAAAAYYYYYGGGGG MEEEEEEE!' I got to the door, and as I opened it, that same hostess who had so kindly hooked me up with this waitress girl was standing there. 'Where you go? xxxx is looking for you.'

'Oh really? I looked for her and could not see her. Say goodbye for me, wouldja?'

And off I ran.

So what does this mean? Is Climax off limits to me now? Well, I don't think so. The next day, as I am getting it on with a really cute girl I met here in August, this waitress calls me. I ignore it, of course. She then texts me, which I also ignore.

Then later in the evening, when my load had been blown and I could think more clearly, I texted her back and told her that it is not going to work. It's now been more than 24 hours since that text, no response, which I assume means she got the message.

UPDATE: Since writing this report, it has been more than a week, and as you will see in subsequent reports, the horror story has managed to resolve itself. Basically, I ignored her and she got the message. Now she comes by and squeezes my arm and blows air kisses to me sometimes, but nothing more than that. Still pretty annoying, but at least it is not a full-on stalking case. And it does not get in the way of my hunting activities, which is most important.