My friends don't listen and all got dogged
I don't know where you guys find these "worthy" girls. Chances are they are acting all sweet, but after you make commitment #1 it is all over.
Actually I met one, a sister of a maid at the Sunshine that really cared about this guy from Seattle that was drinking himself to death. We intervened, as he gave her his credit cards to go shopping and she was crying on Soi 8, saying he was like Nick Cage in Lvg Las Vegas. She actually cared about this guy and asked for my help rather than go sopping at the Big C or Lotus.
The trouble is when they tell the family and the Thai guy in the woodwork they are with a gringo they get pressed to "get paid". They watch US TV where everybody is in big houses and driving big cars with no visible means of support. Going to bars and restaurants where money doesn't change hands. I have seen an occasional Briton and many Germans and Swedes fare better, but even USAF guys that married Thai women in Khorat during the Viet thing could tell horror stories about black market stuff from the px and guys losing stripes. Even the Pinoy women are better but still trouble. My uncle was in Khorat and he has married 3 pinoy women but he said he Thai ones are cursed when I asked why no pooyings. If you bring a woman back to the US you have to sign affadavits of support. They usually dump their east coast gringo after a nice settlement and head to California (the 70thsomething province) to be with their Thai lover. In NYC if a waitress at a Thai restaurant dates a farhang she is shunned by all her friends, unless it is a get rich quick scheme. Emotionally they are the most immature women I ever met. Always tossing ultimatums. I left one crying on the highway in pouring down rain that gave me a stupid ultimatum. Dumb ***** could have gotten airfare home and a gold chain the next day in Chinatown but started up on me and I paid the cabbie to take me back to Nana where I gave him her bags and money to take the wench out of the rain to the bus station. I would much rather boink pooyings in the beginning and hang with an Israeli, or European Backpacker woman toward the end of my trip. After only a few days in Thailand (I love BKK) I am ready to go to other elsewhere where the people are much more polite, the women prettier, and the culture is far more western. No place on earth does the sayings "familiarity breed contempt" or "kindness is taken as a weakness" fare than in the LOS. What kind of conversation can you have with a Thai women? There is no world outside of theirs. The resident Indians, Nepalese, and Chinese all fare much better in business There because of the "Thai law of diminishing service". I'd hook a Nana driver up with a nice all day job and he'd bad mouth me and my family, then insult the bargirls with my friends.
None of my friends listened to me and all got dogged. Two are about to get dogged having bought houses and just opened the floodgates for more dinero. All these other "investments and bus. investments"for relatives on the horizon. I can't believe the changes that came over their pooyings. Instead of being happy and appreciative they act pissy and just go for more. These girls are nothing to look at and they run us and their expat friends off so these guys are drinking themselves to death out of boredom. I got chumped by bargirls, seamstresses, bank tellers, hotel staff, waitresses, and straight massage girls. Their dipsh*^ friends intimidate them into taking back their books and cd's on learning english for money. The Germans I met in Naklua have their women under much better control and ignore them when they get all pissy and despondent in an effort to get more jack. The gringos always do the "what's the matter honey?". I see Englishment get bossed around by roly poly old dragons as well.
A nice relaxing drive to the airport.
Left Livingstone's this afternoon, to catch a 6.00 pm flight out. As I got into the taxi, I noticed his fuel gauge was as low as it could get. Using a combination of grunts and sign language, he indicates to me all was fine, and off Fangio went, tearing through the small sois of Bangkok at a mild 100 km / hour, or so it felt.
Getting close to the airport, this time, at 140, we go into the sweeping left turn, before the long straight away, which leads to the terminal. I can see the tower in the distance. (Did you know it is the tallest tower in the world? The resat of the airport is falling apart, but hey, there is a nice tower. YAWN)
And then, yes, horror of all horrors, the engine dies, he coasts to the side of the road, laughs stupidly, and sheepishly, says....." gas finish".
I can swear and curse pretty well in 3 different languages, unfortunately, Thai is not one of them. I get out, and just my luck, within a minute, another cab, his red light on, pulls up. I grab my bags, give the stranded driver 100 bt, (the meter was at 140), and hop into the new cab.
The remainder of the trip was uneventful.
Fun!