So you think you have the moral high ground
[QUOTE=YetAnotherGuy;2867038]And very eye catching from behind, I must say.[/QUOTE]You got rejected by a h at at ker. Pulling out a few thousand makes you think you are cool? How embarrassing.
Once More Unto the Breach
[B]Touchdown[/B]
Arrived Swampy, no visa, will use visa on arrival. At the junction of Immigration to the right, Visa on Arrival straight, I ask, with a US passport, which I should use. Immigration. Join the queue there, moves pretty fast. Simple: passport and boarding pass. Immigration asks how many days. I reply, that's noted with the visa stamp, and I'm in. Think the old days.
[B]BOTG:[/B]
Flight delays, late arrival, but things eventually start to move.
First stop: walk down to my favorite bank's ATM. The ATM's are in a vestibule outside the bank entrance, with a security guard present. Easy to tell if there's anyone around, and with the guard and the vestibule, close to zero chance of a snatch and dash with your cash. But... No security guard, ATM's dark. Damn. Luckily enough, have a local sim card so check Google maps for another ATM. Same bank has one a block away. A bit exposed, but not directly on the street, and then the wallet is topped up. (Seems the closure was a one time thing; has been open since).
Second stop: BTS. Want to top up the Rabbit card (and verify it's still valid). It is, and now, Rabbit card topped up.
Third stop: MRT. With the BTS card still valid from last year, figure the MRT card is still valid. Know I have a high balance on it (didn't MRT travel as much as I expected last year), so swiped the card, and it's off to Si Lom.
Fourth stop: Patpong 2 Foodland. Get a lime juice at the restaurant as it's hot. Then check to see if they still have my favorite snack. NOT unexpectedly, they don't. Even ask, and the clerk is nice enough to check; No. Oh, a dying taste.
Fifth stop: Exit Foodland stage right. As expected, SOL (RIP) is history. Another in a long line of [I]institutions[/I] dead: Eden club, Annies in the Rajah hotel, SOL. But SOL status is only to satisfy my curiosity. I continue walking towards Surwong Road. At the last up staircase to the right, I climb the stairs. I can see the Meet the World sign, but can't tell if the door is open. As I get closer, the door is open. As my shadow darkens the threshold, a voice inside calls, "Come in, come in. ".
In I go. Knowing the situation, BEFORE I sit down, I ask "Singha, still 100 baht?" "OK, for you special price, yes." Lucky for me, the "good" manager / owner is there, heavy set older lady. She's straight, no games. I verify the BJ price (800) and before I can ask, she apologizes and says lady drinks are 150 (which was what I paid last year). I couldn't quite understand if a lady drink was mandatory before oral [I]relief[/I] but moot point for me, given the [I]benefits[/I] a lady drink entails (the lady [I]changing[/I] into her [I]battle dress[/I]).
I sit, a cold beer is brought, and 2 [I]moths[/I] flutter around my [I]flickering candle[/I]. The boss remembers me from last year, and when I enquire, business is better than last year, not great, but improving. That's a relief. A third [I]moth[/I] has aroused herself from sleep and starts to flutter. I briefly consider a [I]rugby scrum[/I] by ringing the bell, but it's been a long flight, and so decide against it for now. I ask the boss about last year's favorite, but... Gone in the wind. Not quite unexpected, but certainly a disappointment. Of the 3 [I]moths[/I], in the dim light, one appears a bit younger than the others, where younger is [U]relative[/U]. I pick her and the other 2 flit away. I order lady drinks, one for my choice, one for the boss, one for the scamming granny alternate cashier (damn I do detest her), and one for the dearly departed (tradition). My [I]moth[/I] increases her fluttering and attention to my person, then, with lady drink in hand, drops her dress and bra. While the rack sizes of each moth was indeterminate, I am pleasantly surprised she has a decent one. Nothing major, B cup, with some nice nipples, sufficient for entertainment purposes, and I'm NOT there for Russian.
The hatches are battened down (door locked, so if the door is closed, knock). I suggest we move to a couch, and as I drop [I]trow[/I], she removes her panties, kneels between my legs, and demonstrates her expertise. What could be better: dark bar, fan blowing directly on you, drinking a cold one, getting a BBBJ, with Foreigner's [I]I Want to Know What Love Is[/I] on the sound system. All seems right, certainly not in the world, but definitely in that room. Eventually she strikes oil and seems a bit surprised, having to cup her hand below her mouth to catch the overflow, not having a tissue at hand. Now totally drained, she cleans up and we both dress.
Unfortunately, the boss has left and I'm left to deal with granny. Ask for the bill, and true to form, here it comes. 1700, which I should check for correctness. Thanks to my 3rd grade teacher, I can do multiplication in my head, and thanks to my 2nd grade teacher, addition. I POINTEDLY point out that the BJ is 800, not 1000. Granny apologizes, saying she didn't know the prices. REALLY. You were 3 feet away when the boss stated out loud what every price was. OLD DOG, SAME trick. Pay the corrected 1500, 100 tip to the [I]moth[/I] and, taking the easy path, leave 25 for granny in the tray. But one of these days... words will be exchanged...
[B]SOMETIMES LUCK IS WITH YOU[/B]
One final stop to put the final nail in a coffin. Several months previously, I'd gone to send my quarterly pings to my favs, and Miss Top Fav's contact was not to be seen. Hmmm. Did I hide it? Nope. Damn, could I have, instead of hiding, deleted? FMTT. Go back and check each chat contact, line by line (pun intended). There it is, but it's EMPTY; she has left the chat. Hope is that it's a phone problem, but statistics say she's retired, having gotten a better offer. Not really surprising. A WG losing her phone is a real disaster, her contacts being literally gold.
Off I go, and matching my mood, it starts to pour rain. Have to take shelter at a bus stop to let the shower pass. It's a bit of a hike, and with the rain, then drizzle, along with the heat, I'm [I]damp[/I], as in, if I walked in front of a fan, or into an air conditioned room, I'd FREEZE. Trudging down the soi, the shop's sign comes into view. At least it's still there so I can make my inquiries of her colleagues. 4 girls sitting outside, eating fruit from a common plate. Just as I get ready to speak, one breaks out her trademark smile, squeals, and runs to hug me. The skies clear, the sun shines bright, with a sunbeam illuminating both of us hugging (at least in my brain). Recognition dawns in my brain and I break out the big smile. The hug is nice, but, like I said, I AM damp, so don't linger. I ask what happened, she says, "phone catastrophe". She immediately pulls out her phone, brings up her QR code, and we're connected again. We're both grinning and laughing like fools.
Then reality raises it's ugly head. I've just been to the MTW firing range, and while the equipment is in working order, reloading takes a long time (don't get old). I explain the situation, how while I was hoping to see her, I really wasn't expecting to, and don't have the time today to [I]linger[/I]. We set an alternate date, and that's day one.
NOTE: having their Line contacts makes reconnecting easy. 2 others reconnected and appointments made.
Friday Night Report and Number 96
OK, so without getting into a pis**ng match, I did not find 96 to be attractive at all.
Thats why reports about how beautiful a girl is and how great a fuckl she is are worthless because its all YMMV.
I'm glad I spied her before I sat down to have a drink.
Billboard had a fab slutty looking lineup. There are now 3 I have my eye on. You have to get there early if you want a seat in a cozy corner.
Rainbow 5 was mediocre as was Twister. I dint even have a drink at Twister.
Schoolgirl at Stumble Inn looked dirty.
There was a blonde ladyboy that was so realistic that it was like "whoa, great job dude".
Thermae was packed withnew faces, 90% of which were, to be fair, girl next door. It was also packed with Chinese hicks. The girls arent happy. There was nothing doable to me.
Africans are on every corner and dark spot near stairs. Soi 7/1 was back to its nightmare self, although packed with fuglies.