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Wobbling a Bit – Some End of Year Thoughts





Well, my history with South-East Asian women is documented here for what it’s worth (not a lot) and the fool I made of myself is probably not much different to the story of many of the posters or readers here. But you come to then end of the year, you get thinking, and …

I went out the other evening here in the UK. There were some horrors, fat women with tramp stamps but there were also many beautiful girls of ‘knowable’ age (if the bouncers were doing their job right) but they were, of course, beyond my scope.

I really thought that I was completely over the ‘ex-TGF’. I will, of course, always remember her because she is the most beautiful woman I can ever hope to make love to. I will never forget her body, her taste … well, perhaps you know what I mean.

Our relationship ended during my brief visit to Thailand after ‘you take care me’ moved on to ‘you buy my mum house’.

My frequent visits to the Stick site have helped me to keep a sort of even keel. I suffer from jasmine fever, no doubt. I was doing my shopping the other day and there was a Thai beauty, hair down to her ass, and this is a small town. Could have been me and MY Thai beauty, I thought.

Just the other day, due to nothing more than a convergence of significant dates, looking at some old photos, and re-considering some issues with a ‘western lady’ I really started to think.

I had a major ‘wobble’. I dug out an old e-mail address, a phone number. I did some digging on social network sites. I even looked at air fares. It came that close.

A friend sent me an e-mail. Just one line: ‘What about the the house for the mother?’ and that was about enough to bring me down back to earth.

Stupid I may be, unsettled I may be, but (thankfully) I am not yet so daft.

Also coinidentally when I was going through this I happened upon a Billy Joel song, and the video for it includes a woman who could be ‘my’ TGF: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pNZeGnV43ys

These are the lyrics:

She can kill with a smile
She can wound with her eyes
She can ruin your faith with her casual lies
And she only reveals what she wants you to see
She hides like a child,
But she's always a woman to me

She can lead you to love
She can take you or leave you
She can ask for the truth
But she'll never believe you
And she'll take what you give her, as long as it's free
Yeah, she steals like a thief
But she's always a woman to me

CHORUS:
Oh–she takes care of herself
She can wait if she wants
She's ahead of her time
Oh–and she never gives out
And she never gives in
She just changes her mind

And she'll promise you more
Than the Garden of Eden
Then she'll carelessly cut you
And laugh while you're bleedin'
But she'll bring out the best
And the worst you can be
Blame it all on yourself
Cause she's always a woman to me
–Mhmm–

Bridge

CHORUS:
Oh–she takes care of herself
She can wait if she wants
She's ahead of her time
Oh–and she never gives out
And she never gives in
She just changes her mind

She is frequently kind
And she's suddenly cruel
She can do as she pleases
She's nobody's fool
And she can't be convicted
She's earned her degree
And the most she will do
Is throw shadows at you
But she's always a woman to me
–Mhmm–

They seem appropriate to Thai and other South-East Asian ladies to me (but what do I know?).

I seem to have successfully avoided this wobble, so I received a SMS ‘text’ message today from my Filipina princess ex-wife. Nothing ‘over the top’, just best wishes for Christmas and that sort of stuff. But there was just a little ‘hook’ there to suggest that if I was still interested …

Considering my life, I can’t seeing my going to Thailand anytime soon. I read the subs, I think about it. I have an income of about UK£2,000 a month (100,000 baht). I could, I know, go crazy. I don’t have enough to fly to and from UK without considering the cost.

As far as P4P goes, I am led to believe that an hour or so in Spain with an attractive young lady can still be had for 60 euros all in (so to speak). No GFE, of course, but no sick buffalo either.

From all I read, Thailand is changing fast. I think I missed the best times.




Stickman's thoughts:

We all have a song that takes us to Thailand, perhaps where the lyrics are a match for how we feel or maybe it was the first song we heard, or the most frequently played song in our favourite bar!

As for missing the best times? Those days were many years ago…