Online Dating – Can It ‘Work’…? – Part 12
Part-1 outlined my basic reasons for investigating ThaiLoveLinks.
Part-2 detailed my first two meetings with tender Thai damsels.
Part-3 covers two further meetings with less tender lasses.
Part-4, in which I investigate a ‘company girl’, and take a break.
Part-5, where the ‘company girl’ gets another break.
Part-6, and I meet with two bored, and boring, ladies.
Part-7 wherein we limber up to meet three ladies in two days.
Part-8 where I fail to meet two out of three ladies, and check The Plaza.
Part-9 and I fail to meet the third lady.
Part-10 continues the search, closer to home.
Part-11 and the first actual audition in the home.
Still in early 2013 I have been almost trawling the ThaiFriendly site, mostly responding to ladies who have taken a shine to me, though they rarely know why. ‘Dang’ (not her real name) appears out of the blue, who reminds me of my ex-, but she has a shop in Hua Hin so it will be easy to just meet.
However, I have great difficulty finding her street, because it has a new number but the signs still indicate the old system, and I then walk up the wrong way, and have to walk all the way back again but, even so, I arrive bang on the dot at eight o’clock… but the only place with lights along this alley is closed… empty and locked.
There looks like a sleeping area at the back so I try knocking and a woman in a cafe next door comes out to say the place is shut, and to come back tomorrow. Suspecting my clock to be wrong I check this woman’s clock, which is two minutes past eight… but also this woman asserts the owner isn’t called Dang… but very many ladies on ThaiFriendly give fake names on their profile…!
Also there isn’t much else along this lane that fits the description in which case I’ve either been lured here to be mugged or Dang simply didn’t bother to wait one second. Indeed she must have left early otherwise we would have seen each other, walking in this long straight lane… and I’m the only person walking here tonight.
I find it amazing that so many Thai women apparently arrive late, without the slightest apology and yet this one couldn’t wait ten seconds… but I’ve proven one thing: I don’t have to go all the way to Bangkok to be dismissed. I wonder how many guys actually come all the way to Thailand and get this treatment…
Dang never offered her phone-number so I send a message saying: ‘I was there, where was you…!‘ Several days later she sends: “Mai phen rai – 089-xxx xxxx.” I don’t bother to call.
Still in March, 2013, I encounter ‘Darn’ (not her real name) and manage to encourage her to visit as well, until she suddenly claims, I don’t want her to do so… and I react to the red rag again by telling her she doesn’t know me but if she wants to accuse me of lying… “Up to you…!” A couple of hours later she replies she will come on Thursday… Hmm… Nothing like being masterful… and I have long wondered, suspected, believed, that many farang who find themselves twisted around a Thai lady’s little finger is because they are too ‘nice’, and ‘kind’, and are virtually despised (rather than appreciated) by some of these women, perhaps because they are brought up in a dictatorial male culture… Discuss:
The next day she confirms, and sends her phone-number, and I give her mine by sending an SMS to confirm I’ll be waiting….
The next day, Wednesday, I get an SMS from Darn to say she’s sorry, but she cannot see me tomorrow… Are we surprised…? NO…! Are we downhearted…? Not a lot… To be honest I’ve been a bit worried about it all day… At least she told me this evening, and not tomorrow. No reason, as usual, is given so I don’t write back… If she had wanted to stay in touch she would have to give a reason – for me to accept, rather than to believe… Maybe she’ll send a reason via ThaiFriendly… and I later get a message (Am I good, or what?) saying tomorrow she has to take her mother to the Mo Chit bus station at 05:00… So, why can’t she then jump on the next available bus to Hua Hin…? Perhaps because this excuse doesn’t have to be believed – just accepted, and not queried… although it might be she has to also travel with her mother… Or it’s just a convenient excuse to cover her cold feet… I don’t know… There is no mention of an alternative date so… I’ll have to see what she does next…
I’ve also been getting a lot of odd attention from a beautiful young lady, ‘Nao’ (not her real name), who is working here, in Hua Hin… and seems to suggest she’s been ‘living’ on the beach… so I invite her to have coffee… at noon…! In the morning I first have to go to Pranburi, to sort out a new driver’s licence, and then have to rush back to see my friends in Immigration, and arrive at the coffee-shop at five past twelve, and find a lady apparently talking to me on her phone, who turns to reveal one of the most beautiful ladies I’ve seen in this land.
She isn’t interested in coffee but agrees to join me. I don’t feel like being towed around town until we get to somewhere that suits her so I tell her I’ve had an arduous morning and would appreciate coffee. She accepts affably as I realise this is the first time a lady has arrived before me…
She isn’t very talkative but her manners are impeccable, from wai-ing me when I arrived, to not asking for cake… but she is glued to her mobie… and seems to be a prime example of youth that has been stuck to a phone for so long she has pretty much lost the old art of face-to-face social intercourse. But she is also a little shy… and even admits to merely playing a game, on the phone… but she is otherwise so delightfully charming that I let her get away with it – for half a minute…! I wonder if a sociologist will ever manage to determine what these ladies are thinking (if anything) with their nose stuck in a mobie on a first ‘date’… which, I hasten to add, we are not on…!
She is actually very nice to chat with, has been here for a month, and works as a receptionist in a guesthouse… She has the afternoon to midnight slot, six days/week, and also has to fill in for her two colleagues on their days off, but for no extra pay – it’s an inclusive part of the job. I discreetly enquire what work there is for a receptionist on the midnight-08:00 slot and she assures me there is plenty of activity during those hours… I diplomatically enquire if they are thus renting rooms by the hour and she grins and says: “No, for two hours…!” sweetly adding, “With air, 500 – with fan, 300… You want…?” and she has the cutest grin… And she isn’t referring to the two of us. Indeed it seems that this really is “a good girl, this is…!”
She says she has a Master’s degree, and was previously running, single-handed, a shop in Khon Kaen Mall, and would now like to have her own shop. She was paid 7,000 ฿/month, and the absent owner was paying 25,000/month rent… and earning more – allegedly… I offer my opinion of business ventures in Hua Hin but she quickly says she wants to open a shop in her ‘village’ where, she says there are no other shops… I suggest a 7/11 franchise… but, still very astutely, she says she knows nothing about running a 7/11, and there is a Tesco-Express there already…
She also came here because she loves the seaside, and likes to go there every afternoon for a couple of hours before work. She also asserts she currently earns the same 7,000 ฿/mon. (for a 64hr week), so, to all the uneducated, perhaps untalented women who want upwards of 20,000/mon. to play games and just watch TV… Fer-gedda-bow-dit…! Thus, although she much prefers her present situation, she’s no better off, and stands no more chance of bettering herself without a sponsor… and she has so much charm and affability (and a smile that melts in her mouth – if not yours…) that she should have the pick of the bunch… I only hope she can learn how to pick and choose.
At about two o’clock we sort of agree the meeting is at an end – gorgeous as she is she has no future with the likes of me… and I just cannot visualise her on her hands and knees scrubbing any floors, not that that’s a major part of the job. If this was the lady I had first met upon arriving in Thailand I would already be searching for premises for her… but that was then… and now we part, with a little hug, without any discussion about the future…
That’s all for now folks… Pip, Pip.
Hua Hin Harry
to be continued…