January 20th
As mentioned previously, I fell off to sleep about 1:45 am. I woke up about 2:30 am and have been awake since (it is now 11:20 am as I type this). I spent some time posting another TR installment, made some calls to the states, and watched a bit of tv. I finally decided to get up about 7:00 am and go in search of a place to have a decent breakfast. Coming across a fella downstairs he directed me to an open air restaurant that I believe is connected to the Dream Hotel. Had a couple of eggs with bacon, toast and potatoes, along with a couple of Bloody Mary’s. I’ll have to look around for a place that makes decent Bloody Mary’s. Anyone have any suggestions?
After finishing, I decided to take a short walk along Beach Rd. Not much happening as it was still early, maybe 8:30 am, but it was good to get out and explore things on foot a bit. The last time I was here, I spent almost all of my time on Walking St., with the exception of one trip over to Soi 6. Things will be different this time around.
I spent a good portion of the day simply hanging around outside the hotel sipping a few beers and watching the world go by. At some point I got the bright idea to rent a scooter. During my first trip I decided I would never drive in Pattaya. Not so much because of the congestion of both pedestrians and vehicular traffic, I’m used to that, but because driving here is the reverse of what I’m used to. However, I really want to explore more of Pattaya besides Walking St. Somebody set me up with a scooter for what seems to be a standard price; 150 baht a day. I hope to get out on Wednesday and do a bit of exploring in the Central and Northern parts of Pattaya.
About 4:00 pm I decided to lie down and take a much needed nap as later I was supposed to get together with a BM from ISG who had contacted me prior to coming to Pattaya and mentioned getting together some time during our stay. I took a couple of muscle relaxants that I had been given in the US for a bad back, and for which I was told by the doctor would help me sleep. Damn, do they work. I didn’t wake up until almost 10:00 pm, to a couple of texts from the BM. We texted back and forth a few times and it just seemed I wasn’t going to catch up with him (sorry TL), but I’m sure it will happen in the next couple of days. At the prodding of a couple of hotel guests, I finally dragged myself out of the hotel. We stopped in to the Gentlemen’s Club on Soi 15 for a quick drink. Like most places I’ve been to in various parts of the world, it seemed your standard go-go.
Next we stopped in to a place next door (Supergirls?) heading in the direction of Walking St. I had intended to keep a mental note of all of the places I went to this night, but I’ll be the first to admit my memory is shit even when I’m stone cold sober. It’s really bad when I start drinking. I looked around the place and, I don’t like to be too critical of things, but I do have to say this. I’m generally not a breast man. I have a thing for women with wide hips, a fat ass, and healthy thighs. As long as she has those 3 things, I can accept her being short in the breasts. However, while sitting back and sipping a beer in this particular place, I noticed that, with a few exceptions, all of these girls had no tits. They literally had teats. I’m talking nipples on the chests, and nothing more. I figured then that there would be no BF’ing at this joint. Hehehe.
We finished our drink and moved on next door. I don’t remember anything particular about this place, including its name, other than that one of the guys BF’d a girl from here.
Another of the guys wanted to go to the Airport Club to see if he could find a girl he had met there previously, so off we went. I actually found the place rather attractive. I always enjoy the smaller venues, particularly when they are well kept. There were a couple of naked girls who were in what looked like a hot tub with a stream of water streaming down over them. One in particular caught my fancy as she seemed very playful and none too shy about stroking her clam on occasion. Unfortunately, the more I thought about it the more I realized that, in my experiences, these girls can sometimes be very open and playful in a bar/club, and turn complete starfish in the room. So, I decided to take a pass on it.
About 12:30 am I received a text by someone who seems well known on a few boards, and whose TR’s I have thoroughly enjoyed over the past several years, asking about meeting up to go to Lucifers. During my last trip I had stopped in Lucifers on one occasion. I admit that I’ve seen some pictures of some pretty fine ladies being pulled out of there and wanted to savor some of the talent. Unfortunately, when I stopped in on my first trip, it was simply much too crowded for me. I’m not quite sure what it is, but I have never really enjoyed walking into a place and being pushed around. So, during my first trip, I traveled as far into the place as I could, and walked out. However, I figured that if I was with someone who was a regular and knew the ins and outs of the place, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.
We sat and had a few beers (along with 4-5 tequilas for myself) and scoped out the place. I came to the realization that Lucifers may simply not be my kind of place, even if it were my kind of place. At one point I offered a girl who was standing nearby a drink. She refused. A bit later I asked another young lady if she would like to dance and she turned me down. I wasn’t hurt or upset, simply a bit puzzled. Particularly by the young lady who refused the drink. I realize I’m no spring chicken anymore (45 yo) but I keep up my appearance, and have never had much of a problem picking up girls during my lifetime. What I came to realize after a while was that many of the women there seemed to be interested in either black or white guys and, unfortunately for me, I don’t fit either of those categories.
On a related note, I am aware that many of the girls think I’m Arab. During my first trip I stopped in the Beer Garden to have something to eat and one of the girls actually asked me if I was Arab. The other day when I went to have breakfast at the Dream Hotel, the waitress asked if I was Moosaleem. I thought “WTF is a Moosaleem. She asked again and I told her that I didn’t understand what she was asking, until she asked me if I ate pork. I said “Oh, you mean am I Muslim?” Not in this life, sweetheart. So there you have it. In the Western world, I’m Hispanic looking. In the Eastern part I’m Arab. So, maybe that was my problem in Lucifers; the girls thought I was Arab. The nice thing about being in Pataya, however, is that where one won’t, another one will.
I told my new found friend that I was going to head out as I wanted to get laid tonight and it didn’t seem it was going to happen in Lucifers. He mentioned that I should wait as his girl had a friend who was going to join us. Now, I’m not a big fan of being set up with a date, particularly when you haven’t seen what she looks like, but this guy has extremely good tastes. The girl finally showed up and I have to admit she wasn’t bad looking at all. We left Lucifers and stopped in at another place whose name I can’t recall and stayed for a quick drink. By this time Walking Street seemed to be closing down so we decided to head back to our respective rooms.
As we were strolling down Soi 16 I noticed that my girl seemed far more drunk than she appeared to be when I first met her and I wondered whether or not I was going to fuck her or have to carry her. I try to be prudent in my thinking (I admit I’m not always successful) and realized that this was probably not going to be the best hook up for me at this time. I talked to my friend who talked to his girl who then talked to her friend who then pulled the “you don’t like me” guilt trip on me. I assured her I did like her but can’t remember at this point what else I told her to beg off for the night. I do recall giving her 500 baht. When in doubt, hand them some money. That’ll shut ‘em up.
At this point I bid farewell to the group and thought “SOB, I’m going home alone.” Not particularly a good move when you’ve taken some Kamagra. I turned the corner at Soi 16 and as I walked along there was a thick bodied Thai girl coming in my direction. I said hello, she said hello, I held my gaze, she held her gaze, and so I stopped. I asked her where she was going and she said home. I asked her if she was interested in coming to my room for the night. She asked how much money I had. I told her I only had 500 baht as I had spent most of it in the bars. She said OK. Man, you gotta love Pattaya.
We arrived at the room and she began to undress. Recalling my commitment to provide pictures I pulled out the camera. She was reluctant to allow pic’s, but I told her I wouldn’t capture her face, only her body, and she relented. Something I realized some time ago was that when I wanted to take pic’s of a girl and she refused, when I offered to exclude their faces they were usually fine with it. I realize that this particular girls body type may not appeal to most of you. It seems most guys who travel to Pattaya are into the spinner look. Well, I’m an old school guy who prefers some meat on my bone. As they say in Thailand, “up to you”.
I normally don’t care for a blowjob other than it being a normal part of the routine as I’ve found most women really aren’t very good at it. This girl was good. She had my toes curled back until they cramped, and had me grabbing the sheets. My eyes rolled so far back in my head until I saw the back of my skull. For the first time in a long time, I felt like the *****. I finally had to put a stop to it before I asked for her WU account number. Hehehe. Not in a million years. We fucked until I blew my load, and I just sent her on her way.
Pattaya, gotta love it. Pic’s will have to wait until tomorrow as I just had unexpected company earlier and I am now beat and off to bed.
