Hotel Thailand verification
Gents,
I was trying to make a hotel reservation through hotelthailand.com and they asked to email them a copy of my credit card.
Since I know there is lots of scams in asia in credit cards, I dont think that would be a good idea.
Does any has been in the same situation before?
been there, done it (or not)!!
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THE NIGHT I DIDN’T GET LAID IN Pattaya
My ability to strike coal in a gold mine amazes me. The night before last was one of the most exasperating of my life.
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Great report Titmouse.
I'm glad I'm not the only one that has suffered more than his fair share of disasterous encounters with ladies of the night both in Pattaya and Bangkok. Think it can happen to the most experienced of us. Just have to keep on your toes with the lot of them!! :-)
About 11 years ago on first trip to Thailand on my own (previous 1 time was with Scottish girlfriend), I had got so excited about what I could get up to over there and had set my expectations so high that it just had to end in disaster!!
I had made a spur of the moment decision the day before to book a flight from UK and just do it, having recently become single and been fantasising about it since my ex girlfriend and I had visited a gogo in Patpong the year before!
My friend had booked me into the Penthouse Hotel where he had been staying for a week already. We'd done a pile of gogos before heading back to Catz at the Penthouse where we had seen some real cuties earlier. It was just our luck that they had both been rented for the night already. Lesson I DIDN'T learn til many years later is if you see one you like then take her there and then cause otherwise someone else will. I've lost count of the amount of nights I've seen a hottie, decided it was too early, done a dozen more bars only to decide I liked the first girl the most and after retracing my steps (if I can remember them and I'm still sober enough) find she'd "Gone home already" according to her friends!! Yeah right!
Anyway it was nearly closing time and the gorgeous Mamasan at the time got the girls to do a lineup for the 4 or 5 guys still hanging around without a bed warmer for the night. The girls were all lined up in front of us and they each tried to persuade us to take them. They weren't great but there was one that caught my eye. She was fair skinned, tall, slim and with a very pretty face. My mate picked a small petite one and we both seemed pretty happy with the outcome of our search.
What pissed me off the most after the event was the enthusiasm she displayed for going with me in the lineup.
So remembering this is my first time EVER planning to pay for sex, I paid the barfine and took my new friend up to my room. I was quite nervous but still excitedly anticipating my first time ever with a pro!! Oh the things she would do to me and me to her!! :-)
I only knew the routine from what my friend had told me. First a shower, then she was probably going to be a bit shy of taking the towel off. Man was he right about that. When she eventually lay down on the bed I thought the bloody thing was glued to her. No attempt at persuading her would get her to reveal an inch more flesh. Surely it wasn't supposed to be like this. I was confused, frustrated and beginning to lose my patience. I was gagging for it!! :-)
Eventually I asked her what was wrong? Didn't she like me? She said she did but she "didn't feel like sex tonight"? Eh? Surely this couldn't be happening to me! She's a prostitute for god's sake. I paid for her!! Ok I'm horny, it's my first time so maybe I need to compromise to get at least something! How about a blowjob? "No I no like smoke"! How about a Handjob? "No me too tired. Just want to sleep"!! Fuck that. I had had enough. I asked her to get dressed and leave. She didn't want to go as she said the Mamasan would be angry with her. After some crying I relented a bit and told her I'd give her taxi money but she had to leave and I promised I wouldn't say anything to the Mamasan.
So there I am, first night in Pattaya after a 12 hour flight, alone, horny as hell with nothing to alleviate it except some solo action, several thousand baht down on the night and well pissed of with Pattaya already!
My mate pissed himself laughing about that for the rest of the holiday!
Funny thing was, the next night the Mamasan gave me a right telling off because the girl hadn't turned up for work!! What had I done to her etc? I just played ignorant. The girl never did turn up again while i was there!!
It happens to us all. For every 5 good ones I reckon I pick 1 disaster. I just have to accept it . All part of the P4P lottery!!
Johnthescot
p.s. I did manage to lose my virginity on the next attempt. Well sort of. Next night picked a cute one, got so drunk to calm my nerves from the previous disaster that i couldn't get it up!! Had to wait until the next morning!! Oh the memories! :-)
“What’s Up” Earns My Thumbs Down
I went to Walking Street last night to ogle the go-go girls while enjoying a few drinks. Normally, I’m a good natured affable type fellow who never seeks trouble. In fact, I’m usually willing to bend over backward to accommodate people and be polite within reason.
There is a place called “What’s Up?,” a go-go bar down on Soi 15 near Angel-Witch, where I had gone once before recently to find a nice clean atmosphere, higher quality girls, and had a good time. This time, however, I left the joint with a rotten feeling in the pit of my stomach, and a firm resolve never to return.
When I go to an entertainment establishment like a go-go bar, just like anyone else, I like to choose a place to sit where I can be comfortable and see the action. In short, I’m the customer and like to pick my own spot early and stay there if I like it. I don’t like being moved around like a pinball just to satisfy the desires of the bar staff who want to cram as many people as possible into the bar.
On this occasion, I chose a seat on the sofa along the back wall, directly in front of a mat where the girls cavort about completely nude, performing acrobatic stunts and slapping each other with fake rubber hoses for the erotic entertainment of the guests. The spot also afforded a good vantage point for viewing the girls dancing up on the main stage, and the girls bathing nude in the shower Jacuzzi across the room.
I’m sitting there relaxed enjoying the show and my drink, when suddenly a hostess appears directly in front of me waving for me to move over a few places to make room for two new customers. I complied with a smile. Not long afterward, I found this same hostess in my face once more motioning me to move down several more places to allow a large group of Japs the prime spot I was once occupying. Once more I complied, but this time some irritation was beginning to creep up inside me. Now I was far away from the action, had a lousy view, and was feeling used and abused.
Then one of the cute dancers sat next to me wanting to chat. I explained to her that she was welcome to sit with me but that I wasn’t looking for a girl and wouldn’t be buying any lady drinks. The girl was happy with that and was soon sitting on my lap laughing, joking and chatting away like a little magpie. Twice, within 10 minutes, the bar hostess gestured for me to buy the lady a drink and I waved her off. After the second time, this hostess actually grabbed the arms of the poor horrified girl and forcibly hauled her off my lap, setting her down on the lap of one of the Jap strangers sitting nearby. She was mortified and humiliated. Well, OK, I thought; that was unbelievably rude, but since I wasn’t buying lady drinks, I had no claim to the girl’s attentions.
Within minutes, this fucking hostess was in my face again, motioning me to move over once more to a spot where I could see almost nothing. This time I balked. She glared at me. I glared back. She gave me a forced wai gesture. I shook my head no. She glared. I glared back, and said to her: “Why you treat me like this?” Her response was to turn around in a huff and march straight over to one of the bar thugs to have him, I supposed, “deal” with me. In no mood for an incident, I simply chugged down the rest of my beer and left the bar.
I guess “What’s Up?” has the right to treat its customers like shit if they choose. And I have the corresponding right to spend my baht where I like.
“What’s Up?” has now been officially scratched off my entertainment venue list.
Ghosts and Other Nonsense
I stand accused and convicted today of being a ghost.
Yes, that’s right, the apparently infamous “Pattaya Ghost,” who I’m told has a nefarious agenda to slander and libel certain go-go bars here in Pattaya just for the fun of it, in gross violation of all the rules of decent civilized human behavior.
I posted my last nights adventure at What’s Up a-go-go in the Pattaya Addicts forum word for word, under my handle, Daddy007, exactly the same as in the Pattaya thread here. And this evening I get a cryptic email from the forum moderator addressing me as Mr. Pattaya Ghost and banning me from the board forever. Of course, I’ve never heard of this Pattaya Ghost fellow, I’m definitely not him, and have not a clue what this idiot is talking about, but I am banned nevertheless, and am left only to wonder what in the fuck is going on.
Oh, well, it’s a worthless forum anyway, full of inane infantile banter, and I can do just as well without it. And now I’ve had an inkling of what it must feel like to be lynched without the benefit of due process or fair trial. The ignorance, prejudice and stupidity of my fellow human beings, Thai and farang alike never ceases to amaze me.