Thai Thoughts and Anecdotes Part 290
Lonely for Love — Part Two
Finally, finally it has come. I've been waiting for the love knock on the life door. Waiting, and searching, and hoping, and crying. And talking. Talking to my imaginary lover at night in bed, and talking to my imaginary life companion
as I walk the streets of Bangkok and as I walk the streets of Boston. Fellow Bangkokians and fellow Bostonians see my lips moving and wonder if I am crazy. No, not crazy. Just lonely. Lonely for love.
All over now. The final screw has turned. My life is now complete. The circle of life has now closed–closed around Min and closed around me. I have heard the knock at the door. I have opened the door. I have said Yes to love. I have met
my future and her name is Min.
I was supposed to be getting on another train, and I was supposed to be going in a different direction to a different destination, and I was supposed to be making a trip to visit a friend when I saw her. Necklace of yellow flower blossoms,
and yellow flower blossom wristlets and anklets. Beautiful and feminine. She was getting on a different train. I ran after her like a man demented. My head was clear. My chest was tight. My hands felt bloated as if air had been pumped into them.
I could feel pressure in the backs of my eyes.
There was an empty seat next to her. I sat down and then forced myself to keep my stupid man mouth shut. Anything I said would give up the game. I don't know everything, but I have learned that humans have a hard time talking to goddesses
without looking like jackasses. An hour later she spoke. We talked all the way to Chiang Mai: my tortured self with the guardedness of a spooked male hopelessly in love, and her with the easy confidence and British accented English of a Hi-So
At Chiang Mai she said she had to stay with her flock but she could meet me the next day. We met every day for the next six days. I would stand outside the Chiang Mai Inn hotel and she would magically appear trotting up the basement steps
of the building across the street. Ever been to Thailand? Then you know. A 10,000 watt smile.
We went to Doi Suthep. The car that took us there was a smoked glass black Mercedes Benz that the hotel activity director had summoned. I felt special. To her it was ordinary. On the mountain top first terrace we rang the bells together.
Another girlfriend of mine had discouraged me from doing this. But not Min. Min was fun. Then one terrace higher we interviewed with a monk and he tied lucky strings around our wrists. We went to the silver factory where she bought an incredibly
beautiful and incredibly expensive filigree silver disco purse. We went to the umbrella factory and I bought her a diary with a mulberry bark cover. She bought silver. I bought bark. She ate the bark. We went to the furniture factory and pretended
to be picking out furniture for our house.
Did I take pictures of her? No. Did I focus on looking at her? No. Did I have coupling thoughts? No. I just wanted to be with her. I could not have spelled my own name and I did not care. Be with her. Just wanted. I just wanted to be with
We rode elephants in the jungle. She pressed against me in the elephant basket when the elephant was going down a steep river bank. I blushed. She baaed. Her laughter sounded like rippling water. It was a wet day for an elephant ride and
she smelled like wet wool. Intoxicating. I had to exert every ounce of self control to not stare at her face. I had to imagine that there were concrete blocks hanging off of my wrists to keep my hands to myself.
On our last day together we went to a butterfly place, and we went to a monkey show, and we went to a park with a waterfall. There was a wooden walkway that lead to a viewing platform in front of the cold misty waterfall. We were alone. I
put my arms around her. When I began to shake and I began to moan; she paused, and then butted me away. Too much too soon.
I was a leaf on her water. I did what I was told. She was my master; I waited for permission to be bold.
Love isn't predation or lust. It is two hearts beating as one; Looking in the same direction, Warmed by the same sun.
We were so close, But time was part of the game. I would wait for her, And she would wait for me– Two hearts, one flame.
Back at the Chiang Mai Inn hotel I told her that it was our last day together. I was telling her something she already knew. We had talked. We had been open and honest with each other. She had established the limits and I had agreed to those
limits. You can't hurry time. You can't hurry nature. You can't hurry love. The wise man knows to wait. To everything there is a season. I would be back for her and for us in five years.
I'll be eighteen years old then. Finally, I'll be a man; and Min is a sheep. Oh what happy faces we will earn in the Land of Smiles. Our mammalian love reflected back on us by an envious public. Pease don't envy us. Anyone
can have this happiness. It's just a matter of having the right priorities, setting the right goals, and being serious about the one you are sharing your life with. Five years to go and I can bury my face in her wet wool.
Min is a sheep?!