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The girl in the photo is a go go dancer at Soi Cowboy.

This blog is, among other things, about how I didn’t have sex with her last night.

I suspect the post may ramble a bit, since it’s only real theme is that I managed to spend a lot of money on Sunday night without getting laid.  This is no mean feat when you spend the entire evening in Soi Cowboy go go bars.

But let me start by showing you something that — if you spend a lot of time in Bangkok go go bars — will seem unremarkable, but if you don’t may be slightly mind-blowing.

It’s normal for the dancers to share the mens toilet facilities with the men.  In other words, while you’re busy peeing, the dancers are busy putting on their makeup, fixing their hair, and getting in your way if you want to wash your hands.
When I first came to Bangkok I found it offputting.  In fact, I think its fair to say that the first time I walked into the mens room and realized that I had to pee with several women standing around I was quite startled.  Now I find it commonplace.

Last night two dancers who were fixing their hair and makeup let me take a few pictures to show what the typical scene is like in the men’s toilet of a Bangkok go go bar.

I apologize for the quality of the photos… I was just using my phone camera.

I think it’s pretty clear that all of these were shot in the mirror.  You can see the urinal behind the girls, and the matter-of-fact way in which they go about their business in the men’s room.

They were quite happy to have their photos taken, and even posed for a couple of shots:

Now this girl is not the most beautiful dancer in Bangkok, but while I was sitting in her bar she came and sat next to me.  Her face simply won’t quit smiling, and she chatted with me.  Her English is limited, so a lot of the conversation was in Thai.  Her smile and enthusiasm were so infectios that I found myself enjoying her company.

I relaxed and let the money flow a bit.  I bought several drinks for her and two other girls of my choice, so I was surrounded — on one each side and one on my lap, but three topless girls.

One of the three was stunningly beautiful, a second was a stick-thin girl that I found very attractive, and the third was this girl.

When I bought the drink for the stunner she sat down and said to me, “I see you all the time in Ratchada”.

Well blow me down.  How she could be seeing me while I’m missing her is beyond me.  Maybe she trots around town in baggy t-shirts and jeans because I couldn’t believe that I’d miss that face or body once, let alone ‘all the time’.

We chatted a bit, and I didn’t waste any time asking her to go back to my room.  She pleaded ‘that time of month’.  I tend to believe her, because she’s one of the top show girls in her bar, normally dancing naked several times a night, but last night she didn’t  dance the main show, and only appeared topless, keeping her panties on all night… something I’ve never seen her do before.

Strike One.

A friend of mine joined me in the bar.  The second girl — the really skinny one — seemed to strike his fancy when he and I were here on Friday night, so I let him take over with her.

I turned my attention to the runt of the litter — the girl pictured above.  We’d been talking for a while, and I’d bought her several rounds of tequila (along with the other two girls).  I already knew her name, her home province and the age of her son.  I knew that she’d been working in the bar for 22 days.   I’d felt her cute little titties and she’d french-kissed me in the middle of the bar.  Having gotten blocked with the stunner, and given away the skinny girl, I thought I’d offer to take little Miss Sunshine home with me.

So I offered to pay bar.

Short time or long time? she asked.

I usually prefer long time but I had to work early so I called short.

Okay.

I barely registered the words she said next: Sahm pan hah roi.

Three thousand five hundred baht.

Three thousand five hundred baht!!??

Are you shitting me????

When I realized what she’d said, I told her that I was sorry, I wasn’t going to give her that much money and so my offer to pay bar was withdrawn.

I actually got a bit shirty, and stopped talking to her.  She started babbling in Thai.  Normally I’d have understood, but she was talking quickly, I was a bit drunk and frankly I just didn’t feel like making the effort.  She was apologizing over and over… the anger in my face was apparent.

Then the stunner came over and asked what was wrong.  Little Miss Sunshine explained to her quickly, and the stunner, to her credit, scolded her and told her it was an unreasonable amount to ask for.  She told her that 2,000 baht would have been more appropriate.  They both asked me to re-consider and go with her for a lower amount, but I simply wasn’t interested anymore.  I paid my bill and left.

Strike Two.

I didn’t go far.  I hit another go go bar, then slipped into Country Road.

I was pretty beered-up by this point.  Not staggering or anything like that, but feeling no pain.  I ended up shooting pool with a girl who was 30-something but had a pretty face and a nice body.  I couldn’t have been too drunk because my game was ‘on’ and my balls were dropping steadily.  Finally, after three games I asked her to go back to the room with me.

She got a sad look on her face and said that she’d been sick for a few months and counldn’t do it.

Ah well.
I didn’t ask what she’d been sick with, or any other details, but she seemed sincere.  I felt a bit bad for her (drunk for sure) and I gave her 500 baht.

She ended up taking me out front at closing time and getting me some food.  When I finished eating I said good night to her and I went home.

Strike Three.

You’re Out!

I woke up at 7:00 a.m. to the irritating sound of my alarm.  I had to go to work.

I wondered exactly how I could spend so much time and money in the go go bars, enjoy myself that much, talk with that many girls, and still go home empty handed.

But I managed.

It’s been a bit of a frustrating week because my “regular” girl got barfined for a week by one of her other customers.  He actually took her out of town for a few days.

She sent me an SMS on Wednesday that said “Hi this week i’m no working ok“.

A couple of facts flashed through my head.  I knew she’d been off Monday and Tuesday because of her period, and I knew that there was no alcohol service on Saturday night because of the election.  I figured she’d just decided to take the week off from her go go bar.

I sent her a quick SMS inviting her to spend her weekend with me.

Twenty minutes went by without an answer and a thought slowly crept into my brain.

“I’m no working” may well have meant — not that she wasn’t dancing in the go go — but that she wasn’t available to me.

I sent her a second message: “Oops! Maybe I didn’t understand you’re message.  Okay.  Miss you.“

Sure enough, I was right.  About an hour later I got her clarifying message: “I have customer for this week“

A commenter somewhere asked me before if I get jealous about the fact that a bar girl I sleep with often has other customers.  My answer was that I certainly don’t get jealous… not any more than I’d get jealous when the cashier at 7-11 waits on another customer.  She’s just doing her job and I’m only a customer.

But, I do get irritated when a guy takes my favorite girl when I want her, the same way I get irritated when another customer sits on my favorite barstool.  He has every right to do it — after all, neither the barstool or the bar girl belong to me — but I still don’t like the fact that I can’t have what I want when I want it.

So, between her period and this other customer, I’ve been without my favorite girl this week.

That’s not to say I didn’t get laid.  After getting the SMS on Wednesday night I ended up drinking at a bar on Soi 33.  At the end of the night, the bartender — a girl about 6 feet tall — invited me out for dinner.  We went to a late night seafood place, ate, then back to my place for fun and frolics.  And she was fun.  I also enjoyed the relative novelty of banging such a tall girl.  I’ve rolled one tall girl a couple of times this year, but she was still probably three inches shorter.  The bartender was suung mak.

But by last night I was definitely ready to go again, and striking out on Soi Cowboy was pretty humiliating.

I was saved tonight.

My favorite go go dancer called about an hour ago.  “I’m working again” she said.

I’ll be there at 9 p.m. to barfine you, says I.

Great!

So, as I always say.  Anytime things don’t work out for me, I just go back to basics.  Get a good one under my belt tonight and get back in the game.

There’ll be plenty of sugar tonight.