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The Most Beautiful Girl I Ever Met #2

  • Written by Soi Dog
  • February 5th, 2005
  • 11 min read


Black Pagoda Patpong Bangkok

Well, if you already read my first submission regarding the above, read on! It’s nothing special, just “my” experience, that’s all! However, being a newbie to the scene, I guess it isn’t like it used to be. To be quite honest, I find a number of Stickman’s submissions quite intimidating when old timers yak on about what should be done and what shouldn’t be. I find it especially tiresome reading these “Guide to Thailand for Newbies” or “The 10 Best Ways to get laid Guide”. Can’t we leave some space for adventure and curiosity anymore? Can’t we learn by our own mistakes? I mean take Lonely Planet, well, they’ve documented so many hidden beaches, unknown-caves, ‘virgin’ forests blah blah, blah, that our planet isn’t lonely any more… is it! Let people do what they do and let them enjoy or suffer the consequences of their action, that’s what I say! If we have learned anything from this amazing website, it’s that these girls come from impoverished backgrounds, they are constantly worried about the next 2000 baht, most have pimps as families and have no education, and given the economic / social / cultural background they have and the prejudices that exist in Thai society, where are they going to find any sort of income worth a mention? Anyway, I digress, so back to “my story”.

When I got back to work, that’s when my mind started playing games. It became an emotional rollercoaster. With at least 2 or 3 missed calls per day, I started calling her every other day. I kept asking her what she was doing, who she was with, where she was going? Did she have money? (Bloody stupid question in retrospect) Was she working? (another bloody stupid question) Really, I don’t remember now what was going through my head, but I can tell you, I was a changed man! Again, all I could think about was going back as soon as possible. Flashbacks kept me awake at night and the photos kept me distracted during the day. At the time I couldn’t share my experiences with anyone, as I’m already married, and I certainly couldn’t tell anyone at work.

There I was, back at work! What an incredible downer! I had one part of my brain in Thailand while the other part kept telling me “I have to leave my job and go back”! All I could think of was going back. I was even contemplating leaving my job and going back permanently. I thought of doing some English teaching for a while and learn some Thai, I already have my Trinity cert. and have some teaching experience so I figured I could easily get something. But I also had serious doubts. How could I possibly be thinking about abandoning my career to be with a farm girl from a remote village in the Land of Smiles who spoke at best, broken English, knowing full well that the possibilities for any farang over there are completely diabolical and could only result in a slow professional suicide. I kept going through all the photos we had taken together, I kept getting flashbacks of our times together, and I kept listening to Thai music.

By now it had also become clear that whatever chance I would have there of being half as well off as I was already, was pure fantasy! I mean, how could this be happening to me? After so many years working in my profession, suddenly I am seriously considering abandoning everything and taking my chances with my tilac in Thailand? How could I possibly be thinking on these terms? After reading most of Stickman’s postings, having read both ‘Private Dancer’ and ‘Hello My Big Big Honey’ more than once, and so much other related material, how could it be that I was going through the motions? Why is it that we insist on discovering for ourselves all the mistakes that others do? WTF was I thinking?

In all honesty, I was completely infatuated. Within days I had already started planning my next visit, for the second time! For the second time, I couldn’t believe the fact that within a fortnight, I had already booked my return ticket to Bangkok (again)! Meanwhile, she started calling me, with what can only be interpreted as indirect requests for money. Here are a few text messages I received during the first few days:

First Few Days:
———- —————-. MY NAME.
NOW I CRY TOO MUCH. I MISS YOU. I WANT YOU COME THAILAND. ————-.

OK YOU WANT COME T.L. NOW. U COME F—– ME. LOVE YOU.

I MISS YOU! NOW, I HORNY. I WANT F— YOU.

I NEED TO GO TO SEE THE DOCTOR. BUT NOW I HAVE MONEY LITTLE. CANT GO. BECAUSE EXPENSIVE A LOT HAVE TO PAY THE ROOM, AND EVERYTHING ABOUT ME. I HOPE YOU CAN SEE NOW I NOT WORK ANYMORE.

I had already come to terms with the fact that she didn’t have any other option. She never directly asked me for money, rather she would suggest by implication how desperate her situation was. If she didn’t she would have to keep going out every night looking to seduce the next naive farang that crossed her path! Oh! And she could. She could easily pick up anyone she wanted and she knew it, but funnily enough, not in a conceited way. She didn’t understand it herself and kept asking “Why do men want me so much?” The only thing I could think of was being with her again. I never felt angry or resentful that she’d initially deceived me, I had fallen so bad that all I could think was give, give, give. So six days later I sent her baht! There was no “Thank you!” and no change on her part. After which, I continued to receive more text messages…

Week 2:
YOU KNOW ABOUT ME EVERYTHING. IF I GOOD OR MEAN. I MIGHT NOT WORK THE BAR. MAYBE YOU DON’T BELIEVE ME CAUSE WE NOT MEET EVERY DAY. BUT I TRY DO WHAT YOU TELL ME AND CAN SHOW YOU TOO.

OK I HAVE MONEY I GO SEE DOCTOR OK .MISS YOU.

NOW I WANT GO SEE DOCTOR. I PAIN TOO MUCH. CANNOT EAT.

DOCTOR DENTIST. I PAIN YOU KNOW.

UP TO YOU. YOU NOT GIVE ME AGAIN. I NOT WANT I CAN MAKE MONEY. I NOT WANT

I pleaded with her to go to a dentist, and explained that if I would send enough baht, she could fix all the problems she had with her teeth! She kept complaining about her toothache! I remember having a look at her teeth before leaving, and she clearly had at least 3 or 4 molars that were slowly decaying at the back of her mouth. This caused her lots of oral discomfort, and meant that if she didn’t brush her teeth, she would suffer from bad breath. In fact, I remember that when I did kiss her on the odd occasion, it wasn’t very pleasant, and in fact, I didn’t like it. She certainly didn’t know how to kiss anyway, so I guess that’s pretty weird isn’t it? I mean, can you really have a girlfriend who you can’t kiss? Most of her problems were largely as a result of smoking yaa bah some years earlier, she explained, and there were no signs of any fillings anywhere. I sent her more baht!

Time goes past and the text messages don’t stop! I am at work and the missed calls become increasingly persistent. I return to my apartment to a slide show of our photos! I listen to Thai music on my laptop. We start conversing regularly but her problems seem to be increasing! I already doubt that the money I have already sent her has been used for what it was meant, but I persist. She said she had been to the dentist but that it was too much pain, and the “Dentist no good, you know?” Don’t forget, she’s the most beautiful girl I have ever met and all I could think of was being back with her again as soon as possible. The text messages continue:

Week 3:
HART U GIVE ME OR NOT? I WANT KNOW.

I GIVE ONLY YOU!

WHAT U DOING NOW? I GO BUY FOOD. MISS YOU

GIVE ME IN YOUR HEART

SAME SAME LOVE YOU MISS U!

NOW U FORGET ME?

TODAY WHY U NOT CALL ME? U NOT MISS ME? WHY?

Well, this continued relentlessly for the next 6-7 weeks, but as I had already booked my next visit and I was counting the days. I became completely besotted with her. I told her I would come back for her as soon as I could. And I did. During those 6 weeks I must have sent her thousands of baht and had spent at least US$500 on phone calls. Crazy! I know. But I convinced myself it was worth it, besides, it was a pittance at the time.

Anyway, even if she had gone wild, I consoled with the fact that she’d be under much less pressure to go out working. That said she kept going out at least 3 or 4 times per week to her regular ‘dance spot’ explaining “I only go dancing, I not go with farang”. Often when I called the music was so loud that I ended the call. Later, she would give me a missed call. Any time she wanted to talk she would leave me a ‘missed call’ on the mobile or send me a text message. She kept saying “I good girl for you”, “I wait for you” , “I love you, only you”. All this time I had serious doubts, but she was such a sweetie, her smile was so ingrained in my brain and her body, oh, her body was such an incredible turn on that kept me awake night after night, that I couldn’t possibly not help her. I kept thinking, if only I could help her until my next visit……If only I could have her, If only she could be mine, my life would be so wonderful!!

The weeks flew past and a few nights before I was about to return, she called me distressed & crying because some guy would not leave her alone. She had obviously had one customer that couldn’t accept what he was, just another customer. Just a paying customer. Nothing else! When she called me that night, I could hear him ranting in the background saying stuff like “You took my money didn’t you?”, “I care for you”, “Why do you have to go and sell yourself every night?”. I pleaded with her to let me talk with him but she refused, she gave the phone to her friend and I spoke to her instead to try to calm her down. Later she called again crying her eyes out and I insisted that she let me talk to the guy. She passed the phone and I told him he better get on the next plane out to Farangland, otherwise I would be there within days! He left the next day and was never heard of again! So from that night I knew she hadn’t stopped working and had been lying to me about other guys. This was just a few nights before I was due to return.

So, six weeks later I was back for 9 days. We arranged to meet at the airport at about 08:00 that morning. I passed through customs and as I approached the ‘welcoming crowd’. I kept looking, searching to see if I couldn’t find that killer smile shinning through the crowd. I finally made it to the exit and, still, I couldn’t see her anywhere. My heart plummeted with disappointment and I could actually feel some pain down there, but was that because I smoke Marlboro? Not sure about that! I waited around the meeting point for a while. She was nowhere to be seen. I waited and I waited. I sat down for a while, I went out for a smoke. A million thoughts went through my mind. Maybe she wasn’t coming, maybe something had happened? This was ‘de ja vue’ all over again. (Read ‘Wan’s Tits’ posted Dec 2004). This wasn’t the first time! I was determined to stay there and wait. I sat down again. I bought a drink and drank it. I went out and smoked another Marlboro. I moved from the seating area towards the crowd. Then suddenly I see her killer smile shining back at me. She approaches and we hug! I was in heaven one more time! All my problems had suddenly disappeared and all I was totally consumed by the wonderful smell of her hair.

To be continued……?

Stickman's thoughts:

I sense another nightmare about to unfold!