Showdown is out of the mongering lifestyle-a cautionary tale
This is not a sob story guys. But rather a cautionary tale.
I am out of the game. Finished. Mongering days are over. It’s one of those moments when you are enlightened about something.
As a I reported previously I had gotten involved with a girl working at a high end massage place in Pattaya. She is a nice women, is very honest, never ask for money, and always talks about our future. I have spent a great deal of time with her when she is not working(in fact much to her bosses patience she has taken a lot of time off since we met to spend time with me).
As I spent hour after hour with her I realized that this women and I had connected in a way I did not expect and frankly never experienced. I found myself sitting at her Bangkok Bank branch as she asked me how to invest the 100’s of thousands she had in the bank. We started talking about that she intended to stop working in January for good(she actually showed me a notarized agreement that she was buying some land in her hometown in January 2011 to build her house on). I started planning a future with her that included sharing our lives. Ensuring we would be happy here and overcome the pitfalls that most relationships in Thailand experience. Loving and sharing but keeping our assets separate.
Then it happened.
She went to work one day and for some reason I found myself on a baht bus there to the massage parlor she worked at. I don’t know why I did it. As I stood in front of it my throat closed and my stomach turned to knots. I knew that this women I cared so deeply for was inside doing BJ, FS, Doggy etc with countless men that day. And the day before. And for the previous 12 months. I thought of how many men she had slept with and what specifically done with them to accumulate the hundreds of thousands (if not more given she has two new motorbikes and is buying a new care next month) of baht she had accumulated. As time went one(I must have stood in front of this parlor for 30 minutes with this pit in my stomach) I saw countless man-Indians, overweight Germans, loud Americans and Japanese-all streaming in and out. And I saw this women I cared for being fucked by each and every one of them. She had explained to my previously that she was careful with her work-no anal, no kissing, no DATY and no BJ sans condom. Yet for some reason that did not soothe my pain at all.
I suddenly felt the cold chill of the human side of prostitution. The thrill of the 500 baht FS girl, the anal, facials all suddenly disgusted me. I was disgusted with myself. The women I cared so deeply for was a pawn to men just like me. When I had sex with her I was always careful to ask her if it was ok-after all she was having sex all day(the girls work 11 hour shifts at the high end parlors) and she could be sore etc.
I then saw myself getting on a baht bus, going to my hotel and leaving Pattaya. Something changed in me. And I don’t think I will ever return to Pattaya or speak to her again. Not because she is a bad person. But because it is impossible to love one of these women when they are doing what they do. Even after they stop (and I wholeheartedly believe she was going to stop in January as she said) to live with several more months of her being fucked to death by countless men is too much for me.
The moral of the story is to not fall in love with any of these girls. You will wind up broken hearted, disgusted with yourself and a changed man. If I ever patronize a prostitute again it will not be for a very very long time from now. For if I did I would see the face of the women I care for and I feel like I should not take advantage of these girls anymore. It’s a sad business and I no longer want to partake in it.
Signing off for good. Take care guys.
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