Back in July I wrote. She’s an interesting girl insofar as she is a prototype for an entire class of Thai women that exist here in Bangkok. They are NOT Pay-4-Play girls, yet they are intensely interested in Westerners. They usually have no interest at all in gettting involved with Thai men, and emphatically won’t have a Thai boyfriend in the background.
These girls usually spend a fair amount of time polishing their English skills, and then go where the farang are, which often means being in farang-oriented bars, either as an employee or as a customer. In my experience they often grab onto a Western boyfriend and move in with him, at least for a while. They will, if given the opportunity, travel overseas.
The idea of the ‘tweener is that she is caught somewhere in the middle between the world of P4P hookers and Thai “good” girls. She is probably much more active sexally, and often reliant on money that she gets from her boyfriend, or a series of men, but doesn’t believe that she is selling sex for a living.
I was a dickhead today and I got my way. This is very unusual in Thailand.
Back in the US, it frequently paid off to act like a dickhead in certain situations, but here in the Land of Smiles it usually gets you nothing but an uneasy smile, a shaky apology and a shrug of the shoulders.
With the exception of my first couple of months in Bangkok, and one brief 2-week period last year when I had a minor hiccup, I have always had a non-immigrant B visa while living in Thailand. Unlike many people who have to leave the country every 90 days, I have always been lucky enough to have a 12-month visa that can be renewed annually without the need to leave the country.
The only administrative requirement aside from the annual renewal of my visa and work permit is to report to immigration every 90 days to tell them I’m still in the country. It is a simple administrative procedure that takes less than 15 minutes in and out of the front door. I’ve taken care of it several times myself, but it is actually a function that can be taken care of by an agent without the need for me to go to immigration for the 90 report.
About thee weeks ago I wrote a blog about member clubs, and included a low quality photo of one of the Coyote dancers whom I identified as Nat of the Sky Club.
I returned to Sky with some friends on Friday night and saw Nat again, but it seems I may have gotten her name wrong. The music was loud, but I think she said that her name is Nan, not Nat.
Whatever her name is, I thought you might enjoy a better photo of this lovely coyote dancer from Sky Club:
On Sunday morning I went to the park and played a game of 4-on-4 full court basketball. I was easily the worst player on the court, but the other 7 guys were pretty indulgent.
After the game I shot around a bit by myself, then walked home. All in all a good hour of exercise.
But I could feel my body calling out to me for nutrition. I’ve been very focused on dropping my weight, and I’ve been eating very small portions of food three or four times per day. Over the weekend I’d weighed in at 108 kilos on both Saturday and Sunday. It seemed like a good time to reward myself.
So I called my friend, the Dude, and asked if he’d like to go to dinner at the Moo Kataa in Prakhanong.
The last five years or so that I lived in Australia I was fairly fit. I went to the gym three days a week and worked out with a personal trainer. I played competitive volleyball weekly. I was never slender or athletic, but for a guy in my 40s I was in reasonable nick.
Here in Thailand I suffered a descent into flabbiness. I gained about a dozen kilos and added 4 inches to my waistline as the muscles in my upper body melted and settled as fat deposits just above my belt.