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[QUOTE=Alfa Romeo]As I did not have much luck hunting in BKK (see my recent report), I thought it might be interesting to make a statistical investigation based on some notes I have made for the last app. 50 girls with the aim to define a strategy for future activities.
I define the following 4 classes of girls: (P)rostitute, (B)argirl, (F)reelancer, (N)ormal girl and the following ratings for the overall experience (1) excellent, (2) normal, (3) bad.
Remarks:
- a P is a service provider based in a brother, massage parlour or similar etablisement or an obvious streetwalker
- a B works in a bar gets provison form lady drinks and has to be barfined,
- F and N need no explanation,
- the classification is not objective, there are grey zones between two classes
- the overall experience is rated, of this sex only is a part; in case of a short time P sex is a major part whereas in case of a two weeks relationship with a N it forms a less prominent part
With this definitions I reach the following average ratings (rounded):
P: 2.2
B: 2.0
F: 1.5
N: 1.2
The result does not require much interpretation, if we let normal girls apart as they are not always available, I in the past had best luck with freelancers, less luck with bargirls and no luck with prostitutes. My future strategy will therefore be to concentrate more on the categories where I had more luck in the past.[/QUOTE]
Alfa, this is not particularly useful without detailed information on your sampling technique - was your sample random? what was the probability distribution of the population from which you drew your sample?, how you measured the result? (and what you observed as typical measurement error?), what your sample size was, standard deviation?, etc. And BTW, I DON'T really expect you to fill in these blanks.
Duniawala,
Another dick story again! Regardless of race and stats I have come to the conclusion that size of dicks is not based on race but genes. Now I'm not a big fella but many of my friends range in the 6'1 area and I have been told by a few girls that have done them that for their size they would expect them to have large dicks but have been told that they had small dicks compare to mines. Now I not bragging but just using a comparison. In my much younger days playing basketball and boys will be boys macho brovado, caught one of my black teammates checking me out in the shower, and I responded jokingly what the f--k you looking at " didn't you know from the waist down I was a brother. So as the story indicated it what you do with it that counts!
Well, fellas jokes aside have a very DickNewYear!
LBM
[QUOTE=Sporadic]
I am really starting to like BKK.
Then, it happened...[/QUOTE]
OK, good report; but, what happened?
Am I the only one that wants to know the name and location of this place? I mean, finding pussy is easy, but a good barber - that's hard, no matter what the city!
Cheers,
-Y, needing some personal grooming
[QUOTE=Sporadic]<...> Time for some personal grooming, my friend suggested the place where he had his hair cut the other day, and I was not let down. Seven or eight lovely, friendly ladies.
I had, bar none, the finest shave of my life. It took her 35 minutes, and it was as decadent a luxury as I have ever experienced. Imagine sweet loving hands caressing your face, head and neck, while being gently shaved and massaged. soap, razor, balm... heaven.
At the same time, I had another lovely giving me a manicure, and yet another brave and beautiful soul (though she almost had to break out a chainsaw) doing a pedicure.
Never have I sat in such a comfortable barber´s chair. They also wisely place a nice pillow over your midsection as only a eunuch could stand all of this attention without a physiological reaction. About 45 minutes later, I am a puddle of relaxed (but well groomed) flesh sinking into the chair.
Time to leave. If I could have willed spontaneous and prolific hair, beard and nail growth, I think I would still be there. I think the damage was 500B total (yes, of course I tipped these angels.)[/QUOTE]
Barbershop was right on Suk, about soi 9 or so. Sigh.
[b]Day Four: A new business opportunity![/b]
Having sent my first really good TBG home, I strolled down to the BGS7 as once again, I had missed breakfast at the RP.
Met my pal there, and I made a poor decision to have some breakfast at the BG. Not bad food per se, but in retrospect, a bad decision.
We headed to the sky train and secured two all day cards and duly boarded the next train headed towards the end of the line, Mo Chit.
No seats available, but it is not too long a journey. I did enjoy eavesdropping on a young European couple who were convinced nobody could understand their ramblings. I was sorely tempted to offer some advice to them when they left the train, namely "if you don´t like Thailand and the Thais, them go the fuck home."
I went to Thailand with my eyes open, and was still pleasantly surprised by what a nice place it can be, and how damned nice and tolerant the Thais are towards buffoon tourists like me. Nuf´ said.
We duly arrived at the weekend market and it was quite warm (or was it me?) A bustling place, reminded me of similar places I have been in EE, huge mounds of tat and other cheap goods, like a pre-historic Wall Mart.
I then began to feel certain rumblings deep in my soul. Was I connecting with the Thai way of life? Having a revelation? Was it the Bier Garten eggs? Oh how I wish it were so.
We walked through to the other end of the market and stopped for a lime juice, where the signals my body was sending me could no longer be confused or ignored. BTW, the weekend market is not the place to seek a bathroom.
I looked my pal right in the eye and admitted to him that if I did not find a taxi back to my hotel very, very soon, he was going to be stuck with an explosive friend on his hands (at least.) He kindly guided me to a taxi, where I piled in and mumbled "Soi 15, quickly please..." The taxi driver asked if I wanted the expressway. I reached for my wallet so fast he thought I had been bitten in the ass by a scorpion. Expressway it is, and mercifully, traffic was light all the way. He earned his tip, and after a three and a half hour ride in the lift to the eighth floor (well, it seemed that long to me, with seriously clenched butt cheeks), I found true love with "Korat", my room´s sanitary fixture.
35 fun-filled minutes later (and two false "that must be all of it" moments) I managed to drag myself down to the lobby shop to buy more water and struggle back to my room. While I have a prominent and stainless steel stomach, and years of travel experience, I foolishly thought Immodium would do the trick. Sadly no.
Perrier and company would have been proud of the crystal clear, pristine spring water I was expelling. This was not good.
Later that afternoon, when my pal called, I just could not move (well, my body anyway) out of my room so I spent the next 18 hours wearing a groove into the marble floor in a path from the bed to the bathroom to visit the all powerful "Korat" fixture.
After taking enough Immodium to actually stop my digestive process, the next morning, I could at least move, and felt up to a trip to Panthip plaza with my friend. While I was walking carefully, and drinking lots of water, I did indeed survive this trip. Neat place for a geek to browse.
Another lime juice at the BG and I was running a high fever and decided that antibiotics would be needed. I always carry a strip (5 days worth) of amoxicillin when I am on the road, and started the regimen that eventually allowed me to come back to life 16 or so hours later. I was not fit as a fiddle, but at least I was no longer source Perrier.
Ice in the drinks? Dirty glasses? Who knows.
Day six is next, where I discover a good side to dehydration.
I know that Chatuchak Market feeling well, out till 7am, slightly dodgy seafood :)
There are bathrooms at Chatuchak, but like public toilets in most of the world, might quite not meet your standards.
For any traveller it's good advice to carry a small pack of tissues /wet wipes anywhere, ready for that ominous rumble.
Many Europeans seem convinced their loud, expletive littered conversations on public transportation can't be understood. Even worse when they're bitching about the host country. I'd advise them it's normal for Thais to loudly curse the King at any minor inconvenience, and this helps get things sorted.
[QUOTE=Sporadic]....
I then began to feel certain rumblings deep in my soul. Was I connecting with the Thai way of life? Having a revelation? Was it the Bier Garten eggs? Oh how I wish it were so.
We walked through to the other end of the market and stopped for a lime juice, where the signals my body was sending me could no longer be confused or ignored. BTW, the weekend market is not the place to seek a bathroom.
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[QUOTE=Ozz Dude]<cut>
She sat beside me and tried to have a conversaton. English was very poor, very poor even by bar-girl standard. So, bad she told me her name and I am damned if I know what she said, even though it was one syllable!
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Hey, mi Aussie mate,
I have been speaking Thai for many years yet some girls' names are still a problem. Firstly some some girls' names are very strange to a westerner and difficult to hear correctly. Most nick names are only one syllable.
I once met a girl called "euay" and I won't even try to explain how to pronounce it.
In Suzi Wong bar I met Paula and Li (short for Mali and sounds like lick without the "ck"). Anyhow initially, due to the noisy environment and Thai pronunciation of english words, I thought the names were Cola and Liz, and I did ask for the names to be repeated.
Sometimes its just about impossible for us to get the names right and pronounce them correctly as well.
I know a girl called Gay, but if it is said with the wrong tone, then it comes out like meaning homosexual.
[QUOTE=Alfa Romeo]
I define the following 4 classes of girls: (P)rostitute, (B)argirl, (F)reelancer, (N)ormal girl and the following ratings for the overall experience (1) excellent, (2) normal, (3) bad.
Remarks:
- a P is a service provider based in a brother, massage parlour or similar etablisement or an obvious streetwalker
- a B works in a bar gets provison form lady drinks and has to be barfined,
- F and N need no explanation,
- the classification is not objective, there are grey zones between two classes
- the overall experience is rated, of this sex only is a part; in case of a short time P sex is a major part whereas in case of a two weeks relationship with a N it forms a less prominent part
With this definitions I reach the following average ratings (rounded):
P: 2.2
B: 2.0
F: 1.5
N: 1.2
The result does not require much interpretation, if we let normal girls apart as they are not always available, I in the past had best luck with freelancers, less luck with bargirls and no luck with prostitutes. My future strategy will therefore be to concentrate more on the categories where I had more luck in the past.[/QUOTE]
I find these categories of girls confusing.
Freelancer does indeed require clarification.
I thought a street-walker would be called Freelancer.
By Normal, I assume you mean girls who want sex for sex reasons only. No cash expected.
All the remaining girls are prostitutes of sorts, even though there are many prostitutes who are very choosy about who they will have sex with and feel they may as well get some desperately needed cash while intending to enjoy the sex immensely. Some of these may even go away with a guy they like for extended periods even if will get less cash than normal. They may want to have a good time more than make the most possible money.
I feel that how good the experience is, depends on 3 main factors, regardless of which category they are in:
1. The girls desire to have a good time and have the man have a good time as well. Of course if the man doesn't care if the girl will enjoy it, this can spoil the whole experience also.
2. The girls ability and experience.
3. Factors of compatibility and chemistry - A fantastic girl for one guy can be a dud for another.
Normal girls have the advantage in factor number 1, but outside that I find bar girls, massage girls, freelancers etc. all quite variable in character and performance, sometimes dependent on just attitude and experience. I have had good and ordinary girls in all 3 categories and can't distinguish.
However its easy to pick the wrong girl from a fish bowl because often no chance to chat first. Taking a long time to choose helps a little.
Even if choosing a girl from a fishbowl is difficult, the very best girls P4P I have ever had all came from MPs. These were girls with enough class to be capable of appearing normal. I have taken the odd away with me for my entire holiday beacuase they were just a "dream girl". One became my girlfriend for 3 years (but still failed in the end because I played up a little and she was a hot head).
I would never bother to look for a P4P girl born in my home country. Most are too business like. On the other hand I have had great times with European and Carribean girls. The attitude is mostly completely different to prostitutes back home. They really seem to like sex.
P.S.
If the girl is stunning and has a great body, its an added bonus. I personally have a weakness for wanting to fuck "dream girls"
Hi!
I'm going to Bangkok in the beginning of January and have booked a room for 2 at the Davis Bangkok. Anyone know if they're GF? Will there be a problem taking a girl with me (besides the extrafee they allways seem to charge)?
Thanks for great advice here on this page, you guys really know your way around. Let me just run by you a little ”to-do” list :
- Soapies : Annies and Poseidon ? Any other rec ?
- Pic ups at daytime : Beergarden ? other places ?
- Eden Club : will see the line-up and take it from there
- Soi Cowboy : Dejavu ? allthow I understand from ur advice that some girls circle around in the bars.
- What about Short time Hotels ? I read somewhere that entering one alone will get you and a room and a lineup of girls according to ones wishes/demands ? Also that there are younger girls there that the hotels own. Any comments ?
[QUOTE=Sporadic]Day Two:
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Having discovered the joys of Nam Anao (only improved with a nice jigger of gin) I planned my afternoon assault, including, of course, showing my nose (if not my ass) Toxic on Soi 18.
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[b]Day three: Bad luck streak broken.[/b]
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Then, it happened...[/QUOTE]
What a great idea.
Always enjoyed a Yeen Tonic (Gin & Tonic - preferably Gordons) with a touch of lime, and I'm also into lime juice (Nam Manao) with no salt and not much sugar, so how I never thought to add Gin, is really stupid of me.
Tip on bad luck with girls.
You go to the bar and pick up a girl. Don't leave it too late in the day.
If she wasn't that good, ditch her, and get another one.
You go to Massage Parlour, again leave time. If the girl wasn't that good, simply go for another round with another girl who is suddenly become available.
If the bars have closed and you still aren't satisfied, pick up a girl on the street. Just keep going until you are happy. Try not to let the day finish on a downer, although can take a large chunk out of the day. You should get at least one fabulous sex session per day and preferebly more.
Bad luck doesn't last for ever in LOS.
Mick,
When I first had a Thai lime juice (it would appear that they do not distinguish lemons from limes) I knew it would be a perfect mixer.
I am glad to have contributed something!
About the luck, not a problem, I did not go to Thailand to carve notches in my dick, and the laid back, relaxed attitude is just what I needed.
Shit happens, everywhere.
The trip was a complete success, I had a great time, harmed nobody and relaxed for a change.
[QUOTE=Sporadic]The trip was a complete success, I had a great time, harmed nobody and relaxed for a change.[/QUOTE]Sporadic - You harmed nobody for a change?!! ;)
Mick - knowing Sporadic, I'm sure his trip was a great success (but I'm worried about those notches on his dick). :D
Day Six.
Having returned somewhat to the land of the living, it was time to get out and check off a "must do."
Starting my day at the BGS7 has become quite the habit, and after reading so many reports slagging the place off, I began to wonder wonder, why?
Granted, it is not a 5 star dining or drinking experience, and though the lovely decor ("#32 WeinerSchnitzel!" posters come to mind) does leave something to be desired, I really like the ethos of the place. A commons where at any given time you can find a little slice of life to go with your lime juice.
Another forum member was lamenting the "changes" (a roof) a while back, that had killed the charm of the place. While I find it difficult to find corrugated steel charming in almost any form, I still like the place.
There is however, a serious need for a decent HVAC engineer in BKK.
The place could be cool if they did more than blast the hot ceiling air back down on the downtrodden, but I digress.
Several Lime juices later, my friend and I have hatched a plan. In deference to my still somewhat delicate digestive condition, he agrees to a taxi to Silom. It only took two, as the first one required a combat bailout after three meters, as Mr. Taxi decided the meter was not a required item on this trip.
The second taxi was a winner, and was really appreciative of my buddy´s consideration on where he could drop us off, we walked a whopping extra 200 meters and the taxi did not have to wait in 30 minutes worth of traffic. Smiles all around.
We stopped at a little bar (nothing more than a counter really) in front of the S.O.L. (Star of Light BJ bar) and got mildly involved in a Japanese soap opera dubbed into Thai. Suitably fortified (one more lime juice and a bottle of water, I was still dehydrated) we then decamped to SOL.
I frankly thought the place would be bigger, but was just glad it was not any smaller.
Some pleasant ladies about, one other customer there besides us. While enjoying my icy-cold Singha, I was being attended by a nice young lady who showed a brilliant sense of humor. This place could have come off as seedy and unpleasant, but I found it welcoming and easy going.
The other customers (one or two) kept to the unwritten "urinal laws" (no staring, mind your own business) and it seemed the most natural thing in the world to pop in for a beer and a bj. I am really starting to like BKK now.
Besides, where else can you buy your friend a BJ as easily as a beer?
My young lady and I stepped back into the VIP room (bathroom) where I was settled on my triangular cushioned throne. What runs through one´s mind as you sit in a SEA bathroom, sucking on a cold beer while being serviced?
"Life is good" is what occured to me.
The girl has talent (though not truly well-trained GF class) and a wonderful work ethic. After while, I can feel the end coming (sorry!) and while I enjoy a nice CIM, it would appear that the dehydration has reduced my load to a tiny trickle, and said lady presumes I have yet to finish. Score one point for dehydration.
In recognition of her skills, my member never really goes flaccid, and after another 5 minutes is again at full attention. By this time, the lady is getting tired, and worried. So far, two others have popped in to inquire if I wanted a second lady (I did not) and after a couple wishful-thinking moments, I realized that the earth was just not going to move again for me right then.
I disengaged the lady, and she was heartbroken. She was actually worried that she had failed me. I did not see myself explaining the consequences of dehydration to her at the time, or in that setting, so I just thanked her profusely and returned to the bar. I, of course, bought her a drink and she gave me company for another 10 minutes until I settled the bill and departed with my pal.
Another taxi back to Soi 15 and it was just the right time for a legit traditional massage. Nice place, nice rooms, nice girls, 265 Baht for 2 hours. Nice. I must have been quite the sight, spilling out of the proffered robe (hey, the pants fit anyway) and we began our journey.
This place having been described to me as a "legit" massage joint, I was amused when my lady began paying extra attention to my balls and giving me a quizzical look. Sign language all the way (only a curtain around us, silence is golden), happy ending 500 Baht. Why not?
Well, she certainly had to work for it, but on the bright side, there was very little to clean up! Another score for dehydration!
Time for a nap before dinner. After another astoundingly good and inexpensive Thai meal, we found ourselves back at Soi Cowboy, earlier this time, avoiding the last minute rush. After visiting a few go-go´s we landed at the Doll house.
I found myself faced with a real sweetheart. We chatted a bit, negotiated LT and I sent her off to pay the bar and change clothes. When she returned, she was even better looking, hot, hot, hot. We departed after finishing our drinks and once again, stopped by country roads (this time on Soi 19) for a little late supper for the BFN.
What followed was unpleasant, distasteful, and thank goodness, not representative of BKK bar girls.
Put simply, she did not want to perform. She tried to play the "I am cold" game, then the "I am asleep" game. Then the "I will do the bare minimum" game. I may have been new to BKK, but I am not new to the hobby. I told her she was free to leave. Her only question was "what will you pay me?"
After explaining that normally payment has something to do with services rendered, and since none had been offered, none was due. She asked for full payment. I smiled. She then asked for 1,500 Baht. a shake of the head... One thousand?
Look, sweetheart, out of the goodness of my heart, and because for almost two minutes, you DID have my dick in your mouth (to little effect) I will give you 500 baht just to leave. (and we Do pay them to leave, not for sex.)
She decided this was the best offer, and took it. Have a nice life.
After I had rid myself of this viper, it was too late (or was I just too old) to head down for the closing ceremonies at Nana, and I did not feel like "dialing for dollars" with an escort.
I was still a little wiped out from my previous gastric stress, so I decided that going to sleep was the best option, after all, I had already been SOL´ed and rub and tugged today, so all was not lost.
The next morning dawned bright and shiny, but I was running out of time. Day seven is next.
from my 2005 collection.
along suk rd. caught these two issan friends between bars. said they were on the way to bg7 – looked interesting for a 3 some, there was some physical contact between them already. anyhow, had my share of 'shots' earlier in the day, had a nap and was feeling wide awake. the older one (in black-call her ae) seem to be mostly in charge, here i’m thinking, ok, older one little more experienced but the other one definitely cuter (forgot name but probably bee), could lead to a good experience – more later.
so we strode along suk for a while chatting in what broken english we could put together, didn’t realize how late it was getting – but the food stalls were being setup along the sidewalk. we picked a table, ae took the lead, asked what i wanted and quickly in thai had the order, asked if she and her friend could also order some f&d, i’m thinking – ok some manners here, not all are sharks. so far not bad, ae was as a tgf (learn other women of the world) would do – she would peel the shrimp for me, separate out the burnt/fat bits, would replenish my drink, i really did not lift a muscle other than talk, chew and the occasional stroke on these ladies, all this time bee is definitely the quieter one (still learning, watching). when the bill came, i just handed a 500 note to ae. she returned with 200+ change. wow – and honest too, i’m thinking to myself.
ok, were fed, hydrated and ready to retire to some horizontal activities. so off thru the hotel we go. still no money terms yet. never had a problem w/ladies at hotel, but also never returned with two either. it was late, must be past 2am, minimal staff, but stopped at elevator desk, porter check my room – no 3rd person. look, i said, no problem, it’s late, handed him a 100note – he waid us, took the girls id and wished us a good night. turns out a good move – later.
up in the room, you will see in pic133, some playfulness happening, girls can ‘interact’. typical thai girl, will not shower together, dispite with encouragements of the fun we could have with the foamy bath soap i had brought along. ok, i shower first, ae would be next. so ae joins me in bed while bee heads for the shower. light play between the sheets, i was waiting for some les action. must be 10 mins, i get up, bee has showerd but waiting in the bathroom. reluctently she joins us, but on the other side of the bed, still in her towel. remove towel, try to get the girls to sandwich me, but bee can not despite some words in thai from ae. at this point, i realize this fantasy would not work, i got up, asked the girls to leave. ok, dressesd ready to go, ae asks for 2000 (forgot)? i say for what? i f&d you, we had a nice walk, but we did nothing. she asks 500 for taxi money. boy, they can become sharks no? not my first time i’m here, definitely not a overly rich jap tourist. so i pull out the other 100 bill and some coins leftover from the foodstall, here you go & goodnight and goodluck (remember in thailand, always keep a smile & wish well on sendoffs, my rule anyway). down the lift they go, phone rings – wtf? porter calls to make sure i’m alright before handing id’s back, (they had not called during other sendoffs). i and thank him give him the ok. subsequently this same porter treated me utmostly more respectfull during the rest of my stay.
so the end to this story is, dispite how much pre-sesssion investing and proper treatment, never a 'garentee'. always be prepared to move on (with a smile of course).