2006 Bangkok Reports

[QUOTE=Fox Two]Just kidding! BTW, what was the name of that place that runs in the range of 10,000 BHT and more for a girl?[/QUOTE]Hi guys,

I haven't been here in the forum for ages, was just dropping by to look at some other things and thought I would drop you all a note if you're into bargain shopping. I happened upon this by accident.

I was in BKK a few years ago with my (now) ex gf ... staying at a place called the Bangkok City Inn. It's a couple of blocks from the World Trade Center off of Rajdamri (?) Road. Google it.

Now when we got in the hotel, and it got dark, this constant rock music started up and was going late into the night. Well, I had a short nap, woke up about midnight and wandered over cause I couldn't sleep.

Pretty sure the place was called the "International Club". It was a block away, right at the water taxi stop. (if you look at the map on the hotel website, the club and water taxi stop would be in the lower right corner of it)

In through the front door ... and. Wow. My first experience with a fishbowl. Three tiers of lovely ladies. I just ogled them, and drooled.. and drank a spendy Heine, then back to my gf. Last night in BKK I went over and took in the experience. My gf suggested I get it out of my system. (insert long story about going on prepaid vacations with your already ex-gf here).

The mamasan said to pick a girl, she invite her over to my booth, and we could talk.

After talking with two and sending them back, finally opted for the third one. Very cute, decent English. We walked back to the hotel, three of us had a blast, but then she took off and I gave her 300b tip.

I just wanted you to know that this place is not so spendy as the hot spots and famous clubs you all seem to talk about. There's no disco here, just girls on benches and rooms in the back. I took mine home, so can't say anything about the facilities. It felt more like a place that catered to the local crowd than the tourist traffic. I was the only caucasian in the place.

Just thought I'd pass along the price I was quoted from mamasan:
2000 baht ... for the NIGHT.

Of course you probably need to negotiate/confirm that all night thing with the girl upfront, cause my girl split after a couple hours, but in my case it didn't matter anyway.

Enjoy ;)

[QUOTE=Yi Ren]It's been a while, but the last time I was there, Pegasus girls would go out. Lounge area on the ground floor, girl selection upstairs. If you aren't familiar, it might not be apparent there are 3 different catagories: used to be, the "models" were on the right just after coming upstairs, "B" just past them and "C" across.

I was considering membership at one time, but I'm not in town often enough to justify it.

Good luck,
-Y[/QUOTE]

Pegasus is a great place; but go early. By early I mean opening time which I believe is 8 p.m. The Chinese, Koreans and Japanese bring in van loads of men around 9 and the quality quickly disappears. If you are not a member you have to pay extra. I was a member for a couple of years before meeting my GF.

[QUOTE=Traveler1234]A couple options come to mind:

Another high end is Pegasus club - but not sure girls will go out with you. Do a search....also near Soi 33 off Sukhumvit.
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Pegasus is a little hard to find. Best to check out the web site for the exact location. It's between Suk Soi 23 and 33. A short walk from Soi Cowboy.

[CENTER][B]Part 2[/B][/CENTER]


[B]This FR is based on a late-night excursion in January, 2006. I'm dividing it into parts to make it easier to read. It will make more sense if you read the parts in order.[/B]

Evil


Car park, theme park … haul in some mobile homes and you'd have a trailer park as well. The male white trash population is already in place. The average farang punter, wearing the NEP Neanderthal uniform of sweaty tank top, stained shorts and flip flops, doesn't inspire much in the future of Western civilization. But these guys must have an awesome faith in whatever providence it is that looks after drunks, considering the dozens that I saw stumbling around at 2.00 a.m., looking for trouble with whoever would give it to them. I'm surprised the casualty rate for rolled drunks isn't much higher in Bangkok than it is.

But when I speak of white trash, I'm not referring exclusively to the U.S. down-home, white-bread , good-ole' boy variety. Those guys usually don't travel anywhere a pick-up truck can't take them. Around Nana car park, you're more likely to see white trash from the south of England, Sweden or Germany than Alabama or Mississippi. Who knows, maybe white trashiness is the true human common denominator and the real basis of universal brotherhood? In terms of inherent trashiness, Nana car park still falls short of Pattaya. Not only is Pattaya a formidable seaside resort, it doubles as the capital of the Republic of White Trashistan. There, if a punter has all his tattoos on straight and none of the words misspelled, drinks no more than a six-pack of beer before noon and doesn't eat mashed potatoes with his fingers, he's considered both high society and a sober man. There are numerous exceptions in Pattaya, punters range from teetotaling tradesmen and bashful backpackers to perverted professors and millionaire mongers, but I'm painting a picture in very broad strokes.

Abandoning my philosophical musings and the car park, I headed back towards the Suk in pursuit of pussy. Of course, the Nana car park experience isn't confined to a few square yards adjacent the Nana Hotel. It describes a state of mind - the determination of both providers and punters to reach afters-hours agreements on a free-lance basis - more than a physical place. Every night, even before the bars close at NEP, it spreads throughout the lower Suk.

I hadn't gotten many steps when a pretty young thing blocked my way and tried to interest me in an early–hours tryst. She had a nice smile and spoke English better than most BGs, so it was suggestion at least worth discussing. She wanted 1,500B for S/T, which I though was very reasonable, but the deal was dashed by her insistence on using a nearby hot-sheet hotel. Maybe she hadn't heard of the Town Lodge Hotel and therefore wouldn't go there, or perhaps considered Soi 18 was too far away. I suspected she didn't want to invest too much time in any one punter and hoped to cram in several more customers that night before the cock crowed.

I smiled and moved on, passing the world's most infamous Seven Eleven on my left, then waited at the intersection for the longest red light in the history of traffic control to change. Once across the Suk, I was again accosted by a TG, this one well past 30 and her eyes wild with yaba. She hadn't bathed, or even combed her hair, in a long while.. I've never struck a woman in my life, but if a junkie ho' grabbed my arm like that in New York, I'd be sorely tempted to drop her in her tracks. In Thailand, I'm not on my own turf and therefore subdue my vigilante impulses. I shook my arm free and told her "No!" and put some distance between us. I gave silent thanks to the gods of good health that I'd had the prescience to wear a long-sleeved shirt and had avoided skin-to-skin contact with her. Considering the direction from which she'd come, I wondered how much time she had before wailing the lament of all Soi 3 girls, "I go back my village to die Aids."

The sidewalk is crowded with vendors and hawkers of all descriptions, with a lot of their goods aimed directly at P4P providers rather than tourists. Shoes, belts, lingerie, books and CDs in Thai, the fried bugs in a big glass, none of that could have been very appealing to farang visitors. The girls who'd gotten off work from the Suk's many and varied pussy palaces were spending their hard-earned cash, even though they could get it all cheaper and better if they'd waited to go shopping the next day at a local market. It reminded me of one of the very first P4P experiences I'd ever had in Thailand, back in 1979. After an overnight session with a Patpong bar girl – I think she got 300B – she insisted on immediately spending some it on a pair of earrings from the hotel's gift shop. I had thought the prices were high there even by Western standards and did my souvenir shopping elsewhere.

A lot of the items on display on the Suk were intended for tourists – knickknacks and souvenirs of all sorts – and the number of white-haired ladies bargaining for them at 2.00 a.m. surprised me. I couldn't help wondering what a group of retirees from Cedar Rapids, Iowa, was making of the whole scene on the lower Suk. I'm certain the most daring thing many of them had previously done was dancing the Macarena at a wedding reception.

I then encountered another refugee from Soi 3, the semi-legendary Natasha. The story goes she's the widow of a minor Communist Party official from the ex-Soviet Union. He'd been sent to Thailand a few years before the breakup of the Soviet system to supervise a state-run import-export business. Unlike most Soviet-era expats, he wasn't a spook, but had been given the posting abroad as a reward for long service to the Party. He had been accompanied to LOS by a much younger wife, also a perk afforded to Communist officials, along with a few oranges, apples and bananas around Christmas. As a TASS correspondent once told me, pretty girls had been easier to find – and much cheaper – in the Soviet Union than oranges or bananas.

With the end to the Soviet system, he'd lost his job. He didn't have a pension worth mentioning, but didn't want to return to Russia to the uncertainties of post-Soviet life. He managed to support his wife through small ventures of his own for a few years, but that ended when he keeled over dead of a heart attack.
His widow, Natasha, was left stranded in Bangkok with only the most meager means of support. Already past her prime, she turned to prostitution to give herself a better life. But that was 15 years ago and now, in her fifties, she should knitting booties for grand-children, not doing the Sukhumvit stroll.

She has the shape, if not the stature of an American football center. Her skin is blotchy and she has oddly mismatched facial features that make me think of a hobbit or one of those Scandinavian troll dolls. If American-style football ever caught on in Middle Earth, she could play center for the Shire's pro team. With a shudder, I moved past her.

I've seen Sukhumvit Road very late at night many, many times and the crowds never cease to amaze me. The fold-up eating places are always jam-packed, making it impossible to pass in more than single file. As I passed Soi 5, I saw a farang in his twenties sitting splay-legged on the curb, a puddle of puke in front of him, the product of his night's drinking. He's weaving like he's going to fall over at any moment His Thai GF, or least companion for the night, was responding to the situation by wiping his forehead with a cloth. Talk about re-arranging the deck chairs on the Titanic! A six-foot guy is about to go bow down in his own vomit and his girl is mopping his brow.

A had a feeling he was from somewhere on the Anglo-American continuum, but whether it was New Zealand or New Jersey, I had no idea. Anyway, he deserved more assistance than he was getting.

"Is he O.K.? Do you need any help?" I asked the girl. I figured we could prop him up, or at least lay him flat so he wouldn't be rolling in the gutter in his own puke.

The girl looked up at me and answered, "You go away now."

Sure, sweetheart, up to you, I heard myself say inside my head, but I just remained silent. I wondered for a moment if she was worried I make a play for her once her cavalier had sunk into unconsciousness or whether she had more nefarious plans, like relieving him of his wallet. It's not always possible to be a Good Samaritan, so I rejoined the throng of people moving up the Suk.

I was taken aback by the spillover from Soi 3 into the rest of the lower Suk. Some of those guys were pretty aggressive and I had to speak sharply with one who kept jostling me.

"I tol' ya, don't Khomeini closer!" I said in my best Crusader voice.

But the whole thing makes me sad. Damn. Who sane, or otherwise, wants to see all of the Suk become an extension of the coffee shop at the Grace Hotel? Maybe the time has come to draw the line in the sand at Soi 5, or at least Soi 7. A green line in the Bangkok pink zone, so to speak.

I was also troubled by the dearth of ladies to whom I was attracted. Girls! Girls! everywhere, but nary a one to fuck. I remember an episode of the original "Twilight Zone", in which a U.S. soldier during WWII sees a light glow on the faces of comrades who will die in action. I had the same feeling about most of the Thai girls I had encountered along the way, except it was a big starfish I saw across their faces.

As I passed Soi 7/1, I thought fondly of the Eden Club, but it had long since closed. Although I had expected to find companionship before getting this far, I didn't despair yet because there were still dozens and dozens of women moving up and down the Suk. Short of being the unluckiest – or pickiest- man on the planet, I was sure to see one to my liking before many more minutes had passed.


[B]In Part 3, I ponder the motives of fellow mongers, meet a girl and pay a Karmic debt.[/B]

[QUOTE=Lightfinger]I'll be in BKK and Pattaya mid-September.

Id' like to buy sex DVD and book. Is there any kind of sex-shops around where I could find this? Where?

Thanx[/QUOTE]

No Sex shops in BKK, so bring your own. DVD's can be bought on the street and from Pantip Plaza. Just walk in on the ground floor or in the rear and try to look like a Farang and you will have people grapping at you for "sexy movie." Also try the second floor of Pantip.

Leave your blow-up doll at home, you won't need it in BKK.

Evil-Thanks for taking the time to write such an entertaining report. It is most excellent reading and really takes me back there in my imagination as I remember the many times I made that same stroll.

Thank God I never encountered Natasha;-)

AM

[quote=phantomtiger2]since the topic was started on this thread, guess it could end here now.

for all those that are out of country or just get their only world news from isg, here 's the latest:

john karr didnt kill jb ramsey. dna didnt match and people have come forward saying he wasn't even in colorado at the time, so case will be dropped against him as its a no way win for the cops.

sadly, he's still a nut job but unfortunately the main damage already done as all spotlight now on my beloved thailand.

nancy grace said "thailand is the sex capital of the world and its an evil place"

lets just hope one madmans lying for chance for claim to fame didnt ruin it for the rest of us "normal mongers"

pt[/quote]nancy grace is a disgrace. if you want to know how the idea of innocence before the proof of guilt is a total sham, just watch her show. the terms like "sex capital of the world" and "sexual tourism" were flying from her mouth every few minutes, on her recent show. what gets me is that even after she discovered that karr did not kill the girl, she still wants him prosecuted for something. if he molested any kids he should be prosecuted. but that does not appear to be the case (at least there is no proof of anything like that.)

i've recently heard on the radio that some professor coming back to the states from brazil was arrested at the airport, after some illegal images were found on his laptop, or his camera - i forgot. and here is the heart of a story: he was flagged because of his frequent trips to thailand. again, ****s should be dealt with, but to single people out, based on how many stamps they might have in their passport from certain countries, smells like fascism to me. it's people like nancy grace and others, concerned with ratings and unconcerned with fair coverage, who are responsible for this hysteria. what they should be telling people is the truth, which is that punishment for abuse of children, or dealing drugs in thailand in many cases is more severe than in the states - only an idiot would come to thailand for that purpose. on her show, nancy grace actually wanted the federal charges of sexual tourism filed against karr. when asked on what basis that could be done her response was: search his computers, find a few witnesses, we should be able to catch him for something, under the sexual tourism charge. not only nancy grace will not be stripped of her law license for this nonsense, but her idea of finding tools to frame someone will find many fans, the kind of people who take her show seriously.

[QUOTE=Tulip777]Nancy Grace is a disgrace...[/QUOTE]


She and most of FWC hates Thailand, or any places in the East where long suffering male can escape from either a miserable or a failed marriage, or just try to find some quality female companionship without the torture of a western courtship. Some of the lucky ones even end-up with a good wife (yes, I know there are also many failures! I would imaging not as many failed marriages as in the West). Her kind and FWC knows very well that more and more men from the West are heading east, and they have lost the control of us, but they still want to make us ‘suffer’ in whatever way they can. In time, more of us will no longer visit east, but take-up residence there, far away from the likes of NG, FWC and NGO.

A few years ago a delegation of Australian feminists similar to Nancy Grace went to the Philippines, Angeles City, to stamp out the sex tourism trade.

The were sent packing with their tails between their legs.

They were reminded by a few of the local mamasans that the biggest sex tour in the world in in Australia and is funded by government - it is the Gay and Lesbian Mardi Gras festival in Sydney.

They were reminded that there are more prostitutes per head of population in Australia than in the Philippines, Cambodia, Thailand or other places. Any local newspaper has swarms of advertisements for prostitutes, phone sex, swinging groups, and any other form of sex that you want.

They were reminded that you can go to clubs in any city and watch women dance naked, with their genitals at your face. You can pay for a woman to dance naked on your lap.

They were reminded that there are sex slaves trafficked throughout the country.

They were reminded that the average go go dancer in a Philippines bar wears more clothing than the average Australian girl wears on the beach - often just a g string and topless.

They were reminded that you can buy sex with anything you want - homosexual, lesbians, young boys, young girls, any time, in any city in Australia.

In summary, fix up the shit in your own nest before you come poking round in ours.

Thanks for the great site.

Pirate Pete

Here are a few miscellaneous rambling thoughts after having been back about a week from a short sexual sojourn to HK and Macau.

First, it’s good to be back. I love HK and Macau as cities but as sex destinations I found them to be over priced and underwhelming. I felt like I was a sausage on a conveyor belt being processed. Of course, Thailand has plenty of that as well and in truth people like having their sex served up differently. Lots of people appreciate the predictability of the massage/sauna experience where you pretty much know what is going to happen within a specific designated time period. Or the Eden experience where you pick specialists from menu A and menu B and they act out their tricks for you like circus performers. I can see the benefits in this – you know just what you will get – it all falls within a secure range that is rarely wonderful or terrible – but certainly serviceable because that’s what it’s all about – service – servicing you. But that is not necessarily my thing – to me it feels like putting a three course frozen dinner into the microwave – sure you will cum in the end but there is a general ho-hum blandness in getting there. I prefer taking my chances with freelancers. It is a total crapshoot though. You never know what you will get – it can be so bad that you need a three-day vacation from sex to get over it or occasionally it can be an experience that makes you feel you crossed some invisible sex barrier that you didn’t even know existed. Most times admittedly it is somewhere in the middle. Now in theory you can have this same experience with go-go dancers as there is no set routine, but over the past couple of years I have sensed that more and more often they are almost creating an unofficial one – basically a rush job to be out the door in thirty minutes after a few minutes of oral and fast humping with a few “you cum yet’s?” thrown in to make you feel you must be doing something wrong to still be erect. Freelancers can be this way too but many times I have been with one in which time just kind of vanished for a while.

Another unpredictable factor regarding freelancers is just where and when they will make an appearance. It often feels like it is determined by the tides and like the tides some days flotsam floats up on the shore and on other days it feels like a treasure hunt with more goodies than you can pick up. This trip has felt particularly schizophrenic. In my first two weeks the Nana parking lot had many goodies to choose from and the Nana disco had a decent smattering, but then the good looking ones seemed to go on holiday or strike. For the past week or more nothing worth rising an eyebrow has showed up – where did they all go I wonder – but the Nana parking lot has recently taken on the looks of a George Romero movie. The disco hasn’t fared much better until three nights ago when all of a sudden a load of nice looking women rolled in flashing lots of leg and cleavage and big bright smiles – for one night only it seems as there was no evidence of them last night. I wish I could put a sensor on a few of these girls and track their movements like migratory birds as they wander from one freelancer hotspot to another late into the night as their luck comes and goes.

Last night was an interesting experience for me. I ended up somewhat to my surprise taking a girl that was not at all my type from the Nana disco. I have observed her on more than a few occasions over the past two years and always been intrigued by her own unique fashion style but it was not for me. But I admired her willingness to be different – while most of the girls in the trade look like they have never perused a fashion magazine in their lives as they dress themselves nightly in dull blouses and jeans or something equally mundane (check out the Lisboa girls for how women should dress in this biz – with glamour), this one makes a statement - though one that often scares guys away is my guess. It did me until last night when our eyes locked for a second and she asked me if I thought her clothes were funny – no I told her – just different – she wants to become a clothes designer some day she told me – but who in Thailand would buy this sort of thing I asked – probably no one she admitted. Then after a few other casual remarks she asked me if I liked my penis served cold or hot. Hmmm – not really sure – usually room temperature is ok with me, but she promised me something different and I believed her and so up we went – chatted for a long while about her life – then showered and the proceedings began – I soon knew what she meant by cold as my penis took on a chill that was lovely – like a fine white wine. She had something in her mouth other than my penis – menthol perhaps though she told me it was ginger – that cooled her mouth and then she would pull back off and blow on it like an icy breeze – quite marvelous actually. After we finished she wanted to stay but I told her I really preferred sleeping alone and she said she could sleep the whole night with my penis in her mouth. What if she had a nightmare and bit I wondered – so as interesting as that premise was I declined and she dressed up in her ornate outfit – but before leaving she began a one-way conversation with my penis asking if it didn’t want to be kept warm all night in her mouth – it sort of replied by rising to greet her and nearly purred at the attention it was getting and she once again took matters into her mouth. It was an interesting evening – not the best of bodies but definitely the best bj I have had on this trip – worthy of a Latina one.

I enjoy watching people and the Nana lobby at night is one of the better places to do so. It may not be the Champs Elysees where they say if you wait long enough you will see everyone worth seeing – but my guess is that at some point or another every *****monger will pass through the Nana’s legendary portals – and so you watch the people stream in and out and wonder what their story might be. The girls begin wandering in around midnight full of hope and often you see them leaving two hours later a bit downbeat – others though look like they have won the lotto as they drag some large falang behind them in hurried fashion before he has a chance to change his mind or sees something better. All types of guys of course are in the mix – some you can guess will turn around as soon as they see the 400 baht door charge and I can almost always tell which ones they will be. But we are all shapes and sizes though more often than not a bit overweight, a bit haggard from too many late nights and are approaching or passing middle age. I guess I am most surprised by the younger good looking ones. It never occurred to me to pay for this sort of thing till I hit my forties and all of a sudden realized I had magically become invisible to women who weren’t divorced with kids. Somehow it became simpler to just pay for it. Somehow it doesn’t feel right paying for sex in your 20’s though.

I have always believed that how you treat or relate to these girls says a lot about what kind of person you are. Some of us are truly dicks and treat these girls like scum – talking down to them or going through them like bargain basement shoppers checking out piles of clothes on sale at Filene’s. There are times I want so badly to smack these guys down. If I was much larger that is. But once I see a guy deal with women in this manner I just want to keep him far away. At Thermae the other night (still kind of talent lacking which surprises me since there are so many Japanese and I would have thought this would attract some better looking girls) this older guy who had as much weight in his gut as the rest of him waves a decent looking girl over “How old are you”, “How many children do you have”, “How much you want” and after apparently not hearing what he wants he waves her away. At least say hello to her. I wish she had picked up his beer and poured it over his head and called him a “fat fuck”.

One thing I have observed a number of times in the Nana lobby are threesomes – no not the ones between a falang and two Thai girls – those occur like falling leaves in autumn – no I mean the ones between a falang woman, a falang man and a Thai woman. It sounds fun I must admit though afterwards I would want to kick out the falang woman and keep the Thai one. One time it was a Thai ladyboy and my head whirled at the gender blending possibilities going on there – way too confusing to think much about.

Another thing that at least strikes me as an oddity at the Nana is how many falangs come back with their Thai wives and kids for vacation and stay there. Isn’t it a bit like returning to the scene of the crime? Why would someone bring their kids to the Nana Hotel and have them witness the going ons? At some point in their lives they will connect the dots and realize how dear old mom and dad met up – over a 500 baht note. These though are some of the cutest kids I have ever seen – most of them girls for some reason. It is almost enough to make you want to rush out and have your own – but if I did I wouldn’t let her anywhere near the Nana.

The other night I made a swing by of Soi Cowboy for the first time on this trip and quickly remembered why I so rarely go there. Nice atmosphere, ugly women in a nutshell. There are just a lot of women that should legally not be allowed on a go-go stage – and certainly not in a bikini as the rolls of fat glare at you in angry repose. It’s like cellulite city on steroids. One bar I wandered into – Midnight something – had them topless - if I had enough money with me I would have paid them to put their tops back on. What’s going on here? Are there just not enough attractive women in the business so that the owners have to hire these overweight women to dance – there must be a strong correlation between good looking dancers and customers so I assume the good looking ones just don’t want to work up there. Too many cheap ex-pats probably.

The Eden women. What’s the allure I wonder? I use the internet that is just a few doors down (1 baht per minute) and often a number of them are hanging outside. It’s certainly no enticement to go in. People pay for this? I know you get the dildo action (yawn) and the faked lesbian moans (yawn), but I maintain that finding two young cutie friends and having them work you over in kisses and giggles has got to be such a better and more memorable experience. Btw – I got talking to a guy the other day who has been in Bangkok for over ten years and never had a threesome – he needs an intervention from his friends.

I saw a girl on the Skytrain yesterday that was so beautiful that I lost my breath between Siam Station and Chit Lom. When she put her head on the shoulder of her cute female friend my knees buckled. I wish I could go after the straight girls here in BKK but I feel like I have a big red “W” for *****monger burnt onto my forehead. If I ever had a chance to fall into conversation with one of these women I imagine it would go something like this – “Why are you in Thailand for 6 months?”, “To get a better understanding of the Thai culture which I find fascinating”, “What have you seen so far?”, “Well up to now I have primarily focused on the malls and their impact on the youth of Thailand”, “Have you learned much Thai?”, “Basically just sanuk (fun), nit noy (small) and chicatee (ticklish)”, “Where are you staying?”, “The Nana Hotel”. End of conversation.

Some of the girls who work in McDonalds are adorable.

One perhaps alarming trend I have noticed is that the Arab population has begun to make its way across Sukhumvit to the Nana side. I don’t want this to sound racist at all because I am not in the least bit, but I saw what happened to the Grace Hotel and don’t want that occurring to the Nana. When I first came to Bangkok back around 1993, the only intel I possessed in those pre-internet days was that Bangkok had go-go bars in which women were available for take out and the Grace Hotel had a cafeteria in which women were available day and night. After getting suckered at the airport into staying at an expensive hotel where just bringing women back cost you an additional 500 baht, the next day I checked into the Grace. A little rundown perhaps but all the amenities and a cafeteria chock full of women until the wee wee hours. They began accumulating around noon – not that many – probably 20-30 on a good day but most times there was something young and sweet to be had. At night it was a wild smorgasbord of women – many that would make you wince but lots that were simply knockouts. The first girl I fell for was found at the Grace – Sukanya – who I still recall fondly to this day – and Dao a lovely half Chinese girl with bangs falling down her forehead and not much more English then “I come back tomorrow?”. Then for whatever reason the Arabs decided to make that their first port of call and the hotel and area around it has pretty much transformed into a small Arab neighborhood. Within a fairly short period of time the good looking girls went elsewhere as word of mouth spread among them of the poor way in which the Arabs treated them. For old time’s sake I went back a few weeks ago to check out both the cafeteria and the disco – pretty vile offerings – there wasn’t a young one in the bunch and all were heifers. So that may explain why a number of Arabs are now showing up at the Nana Disco - they want good looking women too - and many are beginning to stay at the hotel. I have noticed that the Amari Hotel on Soi 5 is all Arab now as well and I worry that the Nana may end up there some day as the Arab population has exploded over the past couple years in Bangkok. Is it a bad sign though I wonder that I find some of these Arab women quite attractive and I can’t help wondering what a few would look like with their burkha’s off and in a pair of tight jeans.

Conversations overheard. Twice over the past two days I have had no choice but to hear falangs loudly complain about their “girlfriend” who is becoming difficult and jealous and how difficult it is to hide their other affairs of the loins. Geez, I thought we came to Thailand to get away from nagging women but old habits die hard. It reminded me how often I have come across guys here who come for a taste of sexual paradise and within a week have hooked up with one girl and then spend the remainder of their vacation complaining about her but are too guilty to break off and send her on their way. I guess there is a certain comfort and convenience zone that having a steady creates for them – sort of like having the newspaper delivered to their door instead of having to go buy one.

In a previous post when I first came to make this for me lengthy stay I wondered how long the glow would last – at what point does it all begin to get old? Not yet thankfully – some five weeks into this I am enjoying it all quite a lot and feel more relaxed than I have for years. Not just because of the sex, but to some degree because of not needing sex – meaning that since it’s always available I don’t feel the urgency I used to on trips and often go days without indulging – once for five days in a row when I wasn’t feeling very well and not in the least in the mood. Still I decided to keep track of my trysts just so that I could see if the trend dropped over time as I expect it will – in the first month I realized that I only had 16 encounters that amounted to 17 different women – of these encounters five were threesomes. So no great shakes but no complaints either from this end.

[QUOTE=Tulip777]Nancy Grace is a disgrace. Not only Nancy Grace will not be stripped of her law license for this nonsense, but her idea of finding tools to frame someone will find many fans, the kind of people who take her show seriously.[/QUOTE]

You're right on - she is a sham. But keep in mind it's all about sound bites and ratings. She says outrageous things to keep her 'audience.

Btw, she's the same in person - i see her regularly on our office elevator (saying the same BS she says in front of the camera), once with the infamous paula jones. now talk about two characters side by side on the elevator with you....real dogs (wtf did clinton see in her?)

RLMAO

Infamous paula jones. Now talk about two characters side by side on the elevator with you. Real dogs (wtf did clinton see in her? )

RLMAO[/QUOTE]It was the best Clinton could do at that particular moment. I saw him as a victim of bad opportunity. Like using Nana parking lot as a last resort. Plus, he is in no way a stranger to ugly women:))

Dr Ronin raises some issues about whether some mongers are ever happy with what they get.

"servicing you - thats what its all about" Is it?

Do mongers really just want to be serviced well by some girl (some are bored by this) or are they lookng for girls to actually like them and have a good time. Considering what the what the girls will enjoy helps for them to be more into it rather than performing perfunctory duties.

You rarely can tell how skilled sexually a girl is by chatting, so look for other nice charcter qualities. Then the "crapshoot" as DrRonin put it.

If a girl is terrible, move on to another quickly. I have scored mostly great girls fromoutside Nana or in the street by taking time to chat them up before deciding. The risk of a dud can be reduced. If girl is too aggressive, forget it!

Freelancers hard to find? Keep a long list of phone numbers of good girls.

At any one time a few will be looking for money. I have one SIM card for mongering and another for normal use when I don't want naughty girls to call.

Soi Cowboy has some fun bars. Read the Forum further. Not all the girls there can be ugly.

Just in case you meet some fantastic girl not on P4P. Always dress well. Don't stay at Hotels like Nana. Don't expect sex in a hurry. Choose your opportunities carefully. Many girls will be too shy to want to be chatted up by a Farang in public. Sometimes to go out with a Thai girl you will need to go with a group of her friends (less threating environment where can be seen that she is behaving admirably) and shout them all to a meal or show or something. There are many Thai girls desperately wanting to meet a Farang, but not all of course. It greatly depends on their circumstance. If their husband is gone leaving them with the baby, then they are a good prospect because its hard for them to get a serious boyfriend. You have to look at it from the girl's point of view. What will make her interested in you? You will need to treat them better than a typical Thai man does and be "trustworthy" (this is the very difficult one, no? ). Many great Thai girls cannot speak English much. Depends on their level of education. In general most mongers can't be bothered to behave well enough to get a really good Thai girlfriend.

So do you Mongers really want a real girlfriend with its responsibilities or not? If not, just perve at the georgeous girl passing, and appreciate her beauty, and forget them. If yes, then might have to cut the mongering to a very low very careful secret level.

[QUOTE=Traveler1234]You're right on - she is a sham. But keep in mind it's all about sound bites and ratings. She says outrageous things to keep her 'audience.

Btw, she's the same in person - i see her regularly on our office elevator (saying the same BS she says in front of the camera), once with the infamous paula jones. now talk about two characters side by side on the elevator with you....real dogs (wtf did clinton see in her?)

RLMAO[/QUOTE]

Maybe Clinton thought that the top of Paula Jones' head was attractive looking. In any case, for someone who clearly has lots of opportunity, Clinton's taste in women is decidedly below what he could command.

And BTW, Nancy Grace may be the most shrill "b-word rhyming with rich" on earth.

The Aussie friend wanted to pick some food. The girls said that they are not allowed to go outside with customers without being barfined (house rules). Ok, so barfine. Fon said hastily to me, if I would consider sex, that she can’t do tonight (good girl, to make that clear before the barfine!), so probably tired, monthly day’s, I am the wrong one, or whatever. I said it’s ok for me, I am tired too, but barfine and no sex ok.

This destination will be dead as disco music in a few years. We'll have nobody but ourselves to blame for this. Can we really blame these women for calling us stupid farangs?