Thai. Disappointment - que sera sera-
I met a cute Thai in the park in front of the great temple, Longshan. Sort of a block or two contrary to the Thai's jurisdiction. She ventured out and was hanging out in the Taiwanese and Mainlanders' neighborhood. A bit odd. Made her look more exotic.
So, of course, dopey here, (me) just can't pass up the opportunity to experience something "novel," and had to investigate.
And, investigate I did. The conversation was excellent. And, for a few brief sentences, she appeared to have a wonderful command of the English language. Unfortunately, in the room, her English vanished, and I don't speak Thai. But, then again, language is never a barrier in the activities between men and women. The primal language always seems to be simple and straightforward.
She certainly was cute enough, very small, early 20's. We enjoyed a nice walk together to the room in the rain. But, in the room, she wasn't playful. He body was actually stiff, no wiggle and spring. Not that she wasn't cooperative. Just that, besides being cute, she was deficient in that exuberant, cat-like, primal sexual energy that I have grown to love and expect. And, she didn't have much of it at all. Or, we just didn't sync well together.
She was young and small downstairs. She grimaced in pain. Big turnoff. She actually quit in cowgirl. She dismounted, proclaiming the end of the rodeo.
I wasn't angry, though. I expect a mismatch sometimes. She tried her best. I'm not going to berate her. I treated her nicely. She was okay in mish for a short time, keeping myself under control and being careful with her capacity.
We showered together. I felt a bit frustrated. But, reminded myself that I have had a long string of nice girls. I could have gone back to a regular, but I gambled on this one and did not receive a vibrant experience. Next trip, I will look for my regulars.
But, it was still an experience, and the release felt very healthy for my prostate to decompress.
After we finished, she thanked me and asked me to see her again. She gave me a genuine smile. Probably because I was considerate of her when she told me she was in pain. I just stopped. I later told her that I was sorry that I hurt her. That meant a lot to her. And her genuine smile allowed me to take something positive away. And, all was well.
We both folded hands and bowed, Traditional Thai Style. I really love that custom. And, I felt a bit disappointed that there was no real connection. But, I left whole and complete, realizing that this occurs from time to time, and I thanked my lucky stars that it was only a small disappointment and nothing negative beyond that.
Well, nothing left to do but go shopping. Went to Xichang and Guangzhou.
And a veg / fruit vendor selling produce on a blanket had some freshly uprooted mountain tuber / roots, about 6 feet long and 6 to 7 inches in circumference.
(Chinese yam is referred to as shānyào (23665;33647;; 山34277, or mountain root).
He took out his hatchet and slew me a portion of the freshly plucked delicious root. Nice in soup.
Hey, I may have lost in the sensual interaction, but. At least I'll have a good stew tonight.