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Part 1: Big Trouble in Thailand
Last night I arrived at the disco about 1 a.m. and ran into a guy who I had met on Soi 6 the night before. We stood together drinking a beer and admiring the women. I had two picked out in my head. Right after I had told him that I didn't know which one to approach, one approached him. She gave him the classic line, "My friend likes you." I butted in with, "Oh yeah. And HIS friend likes you!" He asked who her friend was and she pointed back at the table which she had come from. We turned around to look but there was nobody there. We all started laughing. Apparently she had just taken off to go to the bathroom. When the friend got back from the toilet we were invited over to the table.
They had a bottle of Remy Martin and plenty of cash in hand. His girl was talking about how she has a car and a house that she paid 1. 3 million baht for. My girl said that she actually lived and worked legitimately in Western Europe. All of a sudden more people showed up. There were two more Thai girls, a young white guy, and a black girl. And guess fucking what. The black girl was from my city in the USA. What are the chances of that? The white guy was actually married to one of the Thai girls.
The ladies offered me and my wingman drinks, then they call the waitress over and with thousands of baht in their hands order another bottle. I told him that it would be interesting to see where this goes. My friend said that it had been a while since he drank and could not handle much alcohol. But they were pushing drinks on him. We took many crazy photos during this time.
Fast forward to 3 a.m. and the disco is dying down. The black girl and one of the Thai girls left. The black girl happened to be staying at some apartments that the Thai girl is in charge of and she was just taking her out for fun. The others said they would be going to another disco and asked us to join them. Everyone walked out of the club with their glasses and the girls took the rest of the bottle of liquor. As soon as we got outside they decided to sit at a bar directly in front of the disco and order a mixed drink for everyone. I assumed it was Remy again, but since I had been drinking mine on the rocks before and this was mixed with Pepsi I was not sure.
We sat and talked shit for a while then went to their cars. Me and my girl rode with the white guy and his wife and my new wingman rode with his girl. When we got inside the disco the guy showed us to a seated area with couches. The girls ordered drinks and asked us what we wanted, but we were finished. When my girl tried to pay for her drink I took the money back from the waiter and gave it back to her. That one was on me since she had been treating me well for the past couple of hours. The girls finished their drinks and it was time to go. That is when the drama ensued.
We went outside to go to the car. The white guy's wife was sloppy drunk. A guy passed by and she must have said something to him that offended him. He said something back. All of a sudden the white guy starts cursing him out. I couldn't pick up where the guy was from. Everyone thought he was Arab. All I kept hearing was the word problema. So I tried speaking to him in Portuguese and Spanish but he was not responding to any of it. All I saw was the white guy come around and knock the shit out of him. Later, come to find out the guy had grabbed the front of his shirt and ripped the part where the buttons are.
I grabbed the guy in a bear hug and told him to just get the hell out of there because the odds were against him and he didn't want trouble. I finally was able to force him down the escalator. Now the whole thing is heated. The girls are yapping back and forth in Thai. I felt like I was in the middle of a Thai soap opera. The guy must have been a glutton for punishment because he came right back up trying to start shit again. I grabbed him again and told him to just leave. Well my wingman's girl decided she wanted to get into the action. She swung her purse around me in order to hit the guy but ended up hitting me dead in the mouth giving me a fat lip. Just then security and the police rushed the scene. And they got some hits in!
I was trying to get my group to get the hell out of there but there is something about these Thai women that they just won't drop the issue. Finally we were in the car pulling off and my girl was trying to get back out and go fight some more. I had to literally hold her down to stop her from getting out. The white guy was taking us back to my motorbike which was parked near Walking Street. But no. The drama was not over.
While we were driving down Second Road a motorcycle taxi with a girl on the back was on the side of us. He sped just in front of the car, got in front of it, and abruptly stopped for no apparent reason. The white guy slammed on the brakes. We all got out of the car. There were no visible signs of anything. I am actually not even sure that we hit the guy but of course he and the girl were going to act like we did anyway. The girl on the back called the police. The white guy is furiously cursing at the motorbike taxi saying that he did it on purpose. My girl has her arm around the motorbike taxi guy trying to sweet talk him. All of a sudden the girl gets back on the bike and they ride off.
We got back into the car and go the couple of blocks where my bike is parked. Now the white guy and my girl are into it and he is cursing her out. We get out and she is all crying and pissed off. What no one knew is that she had actually slipped the motorbike taxi guy 1000 baht. That was the reason he left. She went on about how the white guy does not understand that in Thailand everything is all about money. If you have a problem you use money to make it go away. She had saved his ass with her own money but he had no idea. Somehow this once-in-an-I-don't-know-how-often chance has gone from sugar to shit.
While we are on the motorbike back to her hotel my girl called up the posse. We made a brief stop for her to get money out of the ATM. After we pulled into the parking lot another one of her friends pulled in after us, then another. Then my wingman arrived with his girl. We started the night off simply just trying to get some pussy. We didn't bargain for all of this. It's 4:30 a.m. And Thai girls are yapping all over the hotel parking lot. My girl is about to check out of the hotel and stay at my wingman's girl's house. Just when I thought it was over my girl dropped a bomb on me. Before we went inside the hotel she told me, "I told you my husband is in Pattaya with me right?" What the fuck?
Everything closed tonight?
Does anyone know if some bars or go go's keep open tonight in P?
BG
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Part 2: If It's Free It's For Me
One girl leaves with her husband or boyfriend who is black and from either France or a Francophone country. The five of us left go up to the room and my girls gets her things together. She throws us several boxes and bars of chocolates from Europe. I partook in a couple of morsels but no one else wanted any. She was having problems getting out of her dress because it tied up in the back so I helped her. She was careful not to let me see anything that I shouldn't have. I laid on the bed until she was ready to go. We went downstairs for her to check out. The one girl who was alone got on her motorbike and rode off. The rest of us got in the car and left.
My girl said that her birthday is coming and she is having too much bad luck. So we needed to stop by the market to get 200 eggs so she could cook them and take them to the temple. That was the damnedest thing I have ever heard but who am I to judge. My wingman asked what happened to the eggs after she took them to the temple. They explained to us that they did not know and it was up to whoever was in charge there. (My wingman's girl was Christian. When I asked, she said it was because her parents were Christian when she was born.) When we got to the market it was 0 dark thirty. She went and ordered the eggs and came back to the car. It took the people at the market about 10 minutes to pack them all up and bring them to us.
Daylight was coming as we headed off to my wingman's girl's house. It was a 2 bedroom rather new house. When we got there the girl who had left the hotel on the motorbike was waiting inside for us. It turns out she is my wingman's girl's cousin. It was about 6:30 a.m. And me and my wingman were too damn tired to be shooting all this shit. I told him that if I was him then I would already be in the girl's bedroom sleeping. It turns out that his girl is an interpreter working with the U.S. Marines at the base in Sattahip as is one of my girls from BKK who stayed with me the past couple of days. I don't know how many there are over there but I have to be careful.
I kept telling my wingman how lucky he was but he didn't see it. He is a young guy and all he could think about was mongering, when for me a woman who has her own money, job, car, motorbike, and house was definitely a keeper and really hard to come by in these parts – despite her having two kids. The ladies started talking about McDonald's. I had been up since noon the previous day and food was the last thing on my mind. But my wingman's girl said that nobody is allowed to be in her house when she isn't there so all five of us piled into her car.
Lo and behold there was no McDonald's in our future. She drove directly to the hotel that my girl had been staying at. Her cousin got on a motorbike and left. (I have no idea where all these motorbikes are coming from, because she had already driven one to the house.) Then she told me to get out. Aww mannn. I opened the door and got out and just stood there. She asked what I was waiting for. I said I didn't want to go anywhere without my woman. They said some things in Thai and my girl got out and came with me. Things were looking up.
We got to my place at 7:30. She asked to take a shower so I gave her a towel. When she came out I went in. When I came out of the bathroom she was in the bed under the cover with no clothes on. I damn near broke my neck trying to get into the bed. The festivities went on from 8 to 9. She said that she needed to leave at 1pm to go take care of some business so I set my alarm.
She told me the whole story between her and her husband and it was not all good. He was 30 years older than her and had knocked some chick up and the baby had died. She still wasn't permanent in Europe yet because it takes 5 years. She didn't want to stay with him but she didn't want to come back to Thailand to live either because she wouldn't make much money. We fell off to sleep and I woke up at 12:45 to her talking to her friend on the phone telling her how to get to my place. She got up, took a shower, and got dressed. She kissed me goodbye and said she would call me later. I told her that she didn't even have my phone number. We exchanged numbers and she left. One hour later I got a call from her phone, but it was her friend calling to get my wingman's number. I don't know how his situation turned out but I was happy overall with how things ended up for me. Sometimes patience is the key.