Thailand part 5- New years eve

'Pretty' and 'Beautiful' are not good adjectives to use on objects such as 'boy' or 'man'. I feel I need to educate the world on this starting with my friends and the people I meet cause it seems to be following me around like a weird smell. Not necessarily bad, but not real good either. We are in the street and the chick I payed for the other night has raced out of her bar and is up in my one of my friend's faces telling him to come into the bar. She is, for one reason or another ignoring me. He takes the initiative to generate attention towards me, perhaps only to get her off his back though. Fair enough.
"Why are you getting angry at me? I brought you a beautiful man." He says to her, gesturing towards me.
"Cheers homey. Don't we say 'handsome' man' though?"
I had put on a suit to see the evening out in style and when I came into the lobby of our hotel the chicks working there suddenly adorned an excessive amount of attention on me. They were admiring the suit and unbuttoning my shirt from one button below 'sleazy amount of visible chest' to 'tacky sleaze supreme'. I had enough chest hair showing to look like a cheap whiteboy wanna be pimp from the 70's. I said, "don't you think it's a bit old school to be wearing a shirt with only a few buttons done up?"
"No it's beautiful! Beautiful! You are a beautiful man!"
My friends are sensitive to me and know that I don't like it so they they do the honorable guy thing and continue to use it as much as possible to watch me squirm in discomfort.

We hang out at various bars drinking and chilling. We end up at a bar across the road from the pierced tattooed glasses chick I met the night before and she comes running in with her state uneasy. "Buy me out darling. We spend happy new year together. A sleazy Italian guy wants to buy me out but I'm scared. Do it, pleeeeaaaase!"
She backs her ass into my crotch and leans forward into a fully clothed doggy style sex position in the middle of the bar and starts grinding me. The bar wall has a mirror and she is looking at it with her pierced tongue hanging out, swaying this way and that. Hazy memories from the night before come flooding back and they are all good. She turns back and faces me, "Please darling."
A friend leans into my ear, "I would."

From there on she turns the evening into sport of how much drama she can try to create. I just wish this girl would chill out and not be so loud and in the face of everyone and show a bit of respect. While I'm off at the bar getting a round, a chick starts chatting to me and it's taking a while to get the drinks ready. She is flirting in a professional way (which means rubbing her hands over me) and when I look back to my crew I see 'my girl' doing her best to proposition one of my friends. This obviously makes things uncomfortable for him cause he doesn't want to step on my toes and at the same time there are other girls around that he would prefer to be chatting with.

I come back with the drinks and take a slap at her ass, half to let her know that I'm aware of what she is doing, and half because she was leaning over and I liked the look of it. At this point she turns into a fireball of anger and seems to have me confused with someone else, or at least someone that can argue because really, I can't argue. Trying to argue with me is like trying to slap a giggling toddler in the face; sure you could do it, but you end up looking pretty silly and mean at the same time.

"I saw you over there! Talking with that girl! You leave me like this, what am I to do!? I tell you something boy, you don't own me. Just because you pay the bar, doesn't mean you my boss. I do nothing for you! I leave right now! I don't own you, and you don't own me! I am a person and you can not buy people!"

Wow! What a random outburst. I had no idea where that came from but something tells me it came directly from some internal script that she had used before on some people that had treated her poorly without any respect or consideration for her as a person. I can see the hurt and at the same time I see a fierce anger filled fire burning in her eyes. I never really understood the purpose or meaning of that phrase, 'fight fire with fire', cause I always thought water would be more effective.

I look in her eyes and say, "I was just getting us all a drink. I am sorry to leave you alone.... You know..... I really wanted to see you again tonight."
All true words.

I have never seen a woman flip switches as quickly as this girl because in the split of a second I see her let out a gasp and her eyes glaze with a slight tear. She grabs my head and starts kissing me more passionately than I have ever been kissed. These Thai chicks are spicy!

Anyway, I'm gonna skip forward a bit and just say that this chicks behavior during the course of the evening resembled that more of an emotional 3 year old than a grown woman. I was really loosing interest but I just went with the flow anyway. We finally got together when I dashed down the street after her with some flowers and sang some bullshit song that I made up on the spot. The lyrics were, "baby, baby, you so crazy, crazy, but I'm too lazy, lazy, I can't keep chasing you." And I physically picked her up off the ground and put on my shoulder and walked into the hotel with her there. The front desk chick giggled at the sight of us on the way in.

We are in my room and she has the flowers I gave her and she is doing something with one of them. She is folding the petals down and saying to me that she wants to tell me something but she can't say the words. She says, "I hope you know what this means." and points to the white rose. I hazard a guess "It's different."
I suddenly have the brainpower of a child that can only manage to state the obvious. Way to be cool....
"Yes, it's different. But why did I give it to you, and what does it mean?"
"Umm... you like flowers?"
Shit, shit, shit! Ugh! I give up at this stupid game. Shouldn't we just be having animal sex right now. Talking about flowers and their meaning! Damn!
"This flower is you. I left you many times tonight because I wanted you to come after me. I wanted to know if you would do it. You are different. You are special and not like others. I had 26 guys come to the bar and request me tonight. They want to be with me. bla, bla,bla- I'm so fantastic, something something, I'm too drunk to really speak sentences, blah, I'm happy I'm with you now, or something of the sort..."
Cool, let's make like puppies in love and bury a bone baby girl.

"Thanks for the flower, you're sweet." I reply instead.

Suddenly she gets a message and looks at her phone. She is complaining to me that her ex-boyfriend called her 2 times and that he was messaging her also. "Why he do this? Why he call me 2 times? I don't understand, we broke up 2 years ago."

I tell her that he probably wants to wish her a happy new year and that he's doing it cause he genuinely cares about her. I then wonder how a hooker can have a boyfriend? I guess it's possible if you separate your work life completely with your home life, right? Well, I'm not sure and I don't really care to think about it at this very moment cause I really want to get kinky so I'm considering saying, "I don't care about your fucking ex! I care about fucking you!" but I hold my tongue because the way she is pacing the room tells me that she is about to do something random. She calls him up!?
"Where are you? Why you call me? What!? I can't hear you! Where are you!? Why you call me!?"
I hear his response on the other end of the line and I guess he says something like ,"I can't talk now."
She switches off the phone and drops it.

She collapses on the bed. The mood is dead. I'm gonna pass out cause I'm too drunk to feel my body but by looking at her she looks really cut up about it. My heart goes out to her. It must be so tough having the penis' of random fat old guys inserted into your body all the time. She probably doesn't feel loved all too often and having someone familiar from the past show that he cares must have brought up some emotion.
I take a deep breath in and cuddle into her from behind. She doesn't want to show me her face. I breathe in and out with her and start to tell her about my last breakup and how I felt. How it hurt, and still hurts and how being with that girl made everyday of my life happy up until that point. I told her that I knew it would end from the beginning, but I didn't want to realize it at the time. I told her how I didn't want to sleep with anyone at all after we broke up, and when I finally did sleep with someone it just felt weird.
She's crying. Crying so hard and apologizing. She tries to stop herself and the more she does that, the harder it comes out. She is gripping my arm and at the same time I know she is lost because she doesn't want to be holding onto me. I tell her it's ok. It's ok, it's ok. Just let it all out, it's ok. She does so and continues crying. I feel I don't want to be dealing with this, but I guess I'm too nice or just too drunk to care. Into sleep we fall.

I awake the next day in the same position as the night before and the room is spinning and my head hurts. Where the fuck am I? Oh, Thailand. Damn I need water. I help nurse our hangovers and she asks me when I plan to leave town. I tell her that it's today and she tells me to stay another day. I reply that I can't because I'm going to Bangkok.
"Why don't you come to Bangkok with us?"
I can not believe I just said that! Why the hell did I say that? If she says yes...
She remains silent, thank God. I push the topic no further. I eventually bid her farewell and she tells me that she doesn't want to say goodbye or even think about it cause she doesn't want to miss me. Truth or lie, I mostly just feel relieved she's gone.

I meet my guys and they all have equally, if not more random stories of what happened to them to share. We head to Bangkok and things get crazy there too.

Tomoki is the craziest

This blog has to be the most fun creative venture I've taken part in in a while. But right now I will stop talking about my adventures in Thailand to pay respects to Tomoki.
Tomoki is not his real name but he is a Japanese company worker. He is a young guy focused on his future very clearly and he has a quirky sense of humor that is right up my alley. He studies English like a machine and kicks ass at it.
The other day he came and talked to me. It might not be funny in print, but god damn you better believe I was nearly on the floor laughing. It's mostly cause you don't expect this coming from a Japanese business man.

Me: How you doin man?
Tomoki: I'm pumped
Me: Pumped?
Tomoki: Yeah. I am psyching up.
Me: What for?
Tomoki: Rocky
Me: What are you talking about man?
Tomoki: Later. Tonight. I will see Rocky five. Yeah, I am pumped. After Rocky five. I will be so pumped. Then I am going to punch my boss in the face.
Me: hahahahahaa What?
Tomoki: Yeah, she's a bitch.
Me: Whoa! Your boss is a woman? You can't punch a girl. But if you do you better have your running shoes on cause the law will be after you. Is she a bit of a 'control freak', do you know that word?
Tomoki: (Turns his head and looks me directly in the eyes) I want to control my girlfriend!
Me: (bursting out laughing and still a little creeped out at the same time) You what now?
Tomoki: Yes, you heard me. I want to control her.
Me: Dude! Serious! What!? Are you one of those guys that calls up his girlfriend at night and asks if she is still out with her friends, and when she says 'yes' you get all jealous and angry at her and tell her to go home?
Tomoki: No no no, I don't call her and I don't get angry- I just chase her!
Me: Cool. So I need relationship advice. If a girl I really like dumps me, what should I do?
Tomoki: People do different things, but I know what I would do. I would tell her that she can leave if she wants to, but I will chase her. I will look at her and say, "I'm serious. I will chase you".
Me: Dude, you are killer. Personally, if a girl wants to leave me, holding her hostage will make me feel like a loser. I would rather let her go.
Tomoki: Yes, that is one of many options. But there are many options to choose from when making decisions. I choose to stalk. EYE OF THE TIGER.


Ladies, don't hang out with guys like Tomoki. He may be funny (to me only), but behind every joke lies a little truth. He may become a weird killer type one day. Guys, don't be like Tomoki. Jokes are all good, but if a chick doesn't like you, you gotta let her go.

Thailand Xmas+New Year part 4

The threshold had been broken. I had slept with a hooker. I had not regretted it, but my mind had not exactly processed it as a good thing or an enjoyable thing. Why must my mind put so much emphasis on sex? I don't think I'm different to any other man when I say I think about sex all the time.

When I am talking to older women I imagine them in their youth and wonder if I would go there. I wonder if I would go there at the age they are at now. I look at girls of all ages and wonder how much sex they have and I wonder how much the color and palette of their skin would change if they were thrown into the ecstasy of orgasm by a powerful lover. Would their stride change and become more free? Would the chattering thoughts in their mind settle down and become calm making conversation with them more pleasant? Would they become clingy and hold on tight to me or would they feel the powerful orgasm and fear their own loss of self control while surrendering to the abandonment?

Often I talk to decent looking women and I know that they don't get enough satisfaction from sex. Even if they don't think so I believe they need more orgasms.
I wish western society had more understanding of woman's emotional needs and found a service that could couple it with their physical sexual desires. Well sexed women are happy and more enjoyable to be around.

My confused feelings towards ladies of the night changed a few days later when I found myself sending a different beautiful girl into a beautiful orgasm. I enjoyed the experience and found satisfaction from her pleasure.

We had moved camp to a beach side town and lodged in a hotel not too far from the beach, yet at the same time, right in the heart of the red light district. Chance or choice, I'm not sure as it wasn't planned by me. The staff were friendly; always willing to chat and help out with any questions we had. The pace was so laid back and chill I lost all memory of my hustle bustle life I live in Japan.

Amongst other things, the girls at the hotel told us about the system for the other girls we might meet along our travels. If we go to a bar in this vicinity, the girls working there have duties to the bar. If we want to leave with the girl and go dancing or drinking elsewhere, we have to buy the girl out of the bar. This should be about 300 baht. The girl will want to choose what she wants to do with you sexually, so talk about that first and make it clear with each other what price is.

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Fuck it's hard to type this story out and concentrate when I have to reply to constant keitai messages. This chick I met the other day has mailed me 24 times today already and about the same amount yesterday and we haven't fucked yet. Grrr. She needs to get a job or just call me and talk about whatever she wants to talk about instead of messaging me every 5 minutes about nothing! The longer it takes to get this up, the more details I forget. Plus I wanna get over this Thailand stuff already. It's sooooo last week.
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So I found myself happy drunk walking the streets sprightly one night and a girl wearing sexy glasses with wild tattoos and dark skin flashed her beautiful smile, greeted me and wrapped her arms around me tight. The feeling was mutual and the warmth of her embrace made me feel comforted and special. She pulled me into her bar and suggested we have a shot then leave. I'm already well passed tipsy but the prospect of going down the hooker route again is making me nervous. My legs feel like jelly and my pulse quickens a little. We sit, chat and slam a tequila. She seems fascinated with my eyes then touches my face. She then looks at me in the eyes and says, "Can I just say, you have fucking sexy eyes? I'm sure you could stop 90% of the women around here with you eyes alone."
Into my ear, she whispers, "let's go!"

Her ploy of playing to my ego works 100%

Thing is, I'm kinda drunk and I don't know where my hotel is. Obviously, she knows the area well and leads the way. We get there and she pushes me onto the bed, jumps on top, and starts undoing my jeans. "You hard for me already darling?" she exclaims more than questions. A sudden change of mind crosses her as she gets up and goes over to the balcony and starts having a chat with the taxi drivers on the street below (?) Then, she's throwing cash down to them (?) and they are trying to throw cigarettes up to her (!?) They can't make the distance so she asks me if I can go down there and grab them for her (WTF!). I guess she asked nicely. Weird! I button my jeans back up and return with the cigarettes.

The rest is kind of a drunken haze that went in and out of focus. I remember her not wanting me to insert my fingers inside her pussy, but I wanted to touch her clitoral area from the outside anyway and she was ok with that. She had some really amazing artwork tattooed around her equally amazing left breast. I love chicks with tattoos, even if I have none myself. I asked to take a photo and I am really tempted to post it up here cause it was just so cool and hot. I remember very clearly her cumming pretty hard because she started hitting me and yelling, "What you do to me!? You make me cum! How you do that to me!?" Then she collapsed giggling and I was laughing too. I started tickling her and she got "Chicken skin everywhere!" and was rubbing her hands over her legs to make it stop. Then she hit me more so I spanked her ass and pulled her in close, growled and bit her ear and she fought me off and I started a slap fight and we messed around a bit and chatted about nothing until we did it all again and passed out.

The next day we talked and made love some more. We watched some music TV and she pointed out a singer that she said was hot and exactly her type. He had black hair that was shaved short and had a ton of tattoos on his short muscular built body. Actually come to think of it, it was this guy. Who's appearance is diametrically opposed to mine. Wow, I'm totally not this girls type whatsoever. But at least I'm not Scott Stapp. He sux.

Conversation with non native speakers places too much effort on me to read their thoughts on what they are trying to say so I generally dislike doing it for free, but in this instance I am getting amused at her ramblings.

"Trust me darling, I do not lie to you. I never say a lie to get something I want. You see those girls at the other bars? They say 'hello handsome man' to every man that walks by to get his attention. They want him to go to the bar and drink with them. Not me. I never do that. I choose my customers and I see their truth in their eyes. Last night, a man, he come to me. He's face all smile but I see his eyes. I don't believe he's eyes. He want to buy me out but I can't go with him. Your eyes are kind and I trust them. I see peoples truth in their eyes. But you too skinny and pretty to be my type. Why you don't get a tattoo and eat more food?"

The push-pull pattern of this girl's way of interacting had emerged earlier and it's hard for me to trust anyone who says, "trust me." So I just ignore her comments largely. Then when the time had come for me to get going, she unlike all the business people I had encountered in Thailand so far, didn't ask me to come and see her again. I ended up seeing her again the next night, New year's eve, but looking back, I kinda wish I hadn't.

Thailand Xmas+New Year part 3

It's a stinky dark club with hardly any patrons and the patrons that are there are sad lonely looking men above their 50's and possible hookers in their 20's. The music is loud pounding dance and the air stinks of cigarette smoke that has mixed with the cheap fragrance of smoke machine smoke. You know those smoke machines that they use to create atmosphere? Well, they make shitty atmosphere but they bring out the spinning laser lights that are whipping about the place in epileptic fashion. You wonder why they bother since there is no one around. The staff are up in our face within seconds upon our arrival and demand we buy some drinks. I could see that my compadres wanted to stay for one drink only, possibly less- so I got the round. I take the situation all in and just started laughing at how we ended up here.

Flashback 5 minutes earlier and we are walking in the backstreets of suburban Thailand nowhereville looking for a club named 'Fon' or something of the sort. 15 minutes before that we are getting dropped off in front of some sleazy looking place called 'Spicy', decidedly not 'Fon'. The taxi driver tells us that we have to get out and walk to get to 'Fon'. 5 minutes before that it's 1 am and the bar we are in is closing. Some nice girls we are talking to tell us that the best after hours club is 'Fon'. A very loud and drunk girl has decided to study English abroad and wants my email "to making foreign friends". 30 minutes before that we are dancing and seriously rocking out to an awesome cover band. 30 minutes before that and I'm in the bar across the road talking to a girl with funky red glasses and seriously white teeth while one of my brothers in arms is consoling the girl he picked up the night before because she is crying for some reason (a trend starts to emerge). 1 hour before that and I'm in a restaurant talking to 3 girls at the table next to us. One of the girls is nice enough to say that I have sexy eyes. Another girl who loves Japanese dramas is nice enough to say I resemble a certain Japanese celebrity, but far less attractive. Thanks. Her friend apologizes for her says that she doesn't get out much or something to the effect.

I guess the night started an hour or so before that with dinner. All so innocently enough we planned to dine with the woman one of my friends had met along with her friend who although was cute enough, had decided that she couldn't understand my English. Sometimes this happens. A language learner decides they can't understand language from foreign looking people and their conscious mind doesn't allow them to recognize the language. When they hear the same phrases from an Asian face, they get complete comprehension. In Japanese they call this 'かべ' or 'wall' in English. I call it a limiting belief. Nonetheless, my attention wanes and noticing 4 guys at our table and only 2 girls it doesn't require a mathmatician to deduce that too many cooks spoil the broth. Our eating is done so I move to the table beside us with 3 single ladies and strike up a conversation.

And here I am sometime later taking in the sleaze of the empty after hours club that has a big sign on the front door saying, 'no lady boy' with a picture of a lady boy crossed out for emphasis. Out the front a couple of hookers are standing around chatting and smoking and one of them has the biggest fake tits I've seen in a while. We decided to enter because we couldn't find 'Fon' anywhere else in the vicinity. But I have the sneaking suspicion that the taxi driver never intended for us to have any local 'Fon' anyway and took it upon himself to deliver us to the sleaze pit called 'Spicy'.

Whilst looking at the uncomfortable and undesirable situation my friends and I were in, I wanted to somehow make the most of it and made light of that old phrase; 'When God gives you lemons you...FIND A NEW GOD!' I moved my mind past the worst and made eye contact and smiled at a girl standing nearby. She smiled back and blushed away. She wasn't very attractive. Or slim. Or young. She was shy also. I guessed she wasn't in it for the money if you know what I'm saying.

I soon forget about her and enjoy the company of my group while we are dancing amongst ourselves. Sometime later the same girl is up in my face prodding my arm and talking to me in Thai and I have no clue what she is saying but I'm smiling and nodding and dancing with her. From nowhere she returns to English and says, "Buy me a drink darling." I continue the smile but shake my head and continue dancing as if nothing even happened. She starts dancing all over me sexy stripper like, minus the sexy and plus the intoxicated lack of balance. I'm just making lemonade from the situation and enjoy the weird randomness of this girl who has pale white skin, large lips, wet hair slicked back and a physique that we would say is 'chubby'.

The club fills up slowly and it's getting more exciting but I notice one thing; It's filling up with Thai women of various ages and foreign men of various ages also. No Thai guys. Curious. Whatever. I'm drunk and dancing.

Loud music with a beat that never changes pace and I'm happy cause my friends seem to be getting into it. We go for another round and this time I place my beer on the table near to where I'm dancing. I'm not a big fan of holding onto my drink in clubs. Call me finicky, but I prefer to place it down. That way my hand doesn't get cold and my drink doesn't get warm so quick and I can enjoy dancing. Although it's hard to keep track of what is going on, I try to keep one eye on my beer. That's when I notice an unhappy looking man in his 40's or 50's meandering about the table where my beer is. He has on blue jeans and a black singlet tucked into them. His gut bulges over the waistline and I can see that he passed his peak in fashion and sex appeal about 2 lifetimes ago when that style was in.

Only briefly, very very briefly I notice him take out a tablet from somewhere concealed and bite into half of it. The other half he drops down the neck of a bottle of beer. MY BOTTLE OF BEER!! He takes a swig from his bottle to chase the pill down and pushes my now spiked bottle aside. MOTHER FUCKER TRIED TO SPIKE ME. It happened so damn quick I wasn't sure what I saw but it's all collecting up in my drunk brain. He notices me staring at him in confused bewilderment and acts like nothing even happened.

"Maybe nothing even happened and I imagined it all." I tell myself. I have been drinking for a solid 6 or so hours now. Even so, I warn my friends to keep on guard and I forget my beer even existed. I don't bother confronting.

Time passes and I talk and dance with a great number of girls some aren't interested in talking or dancing at all which gives me the impression that they aren't all hookers. Maybe they just wanted me to buy them a drink? One says she has a boyfriend 'already'. Hmmmm

We are dancing with some chicks at the back of the club and to me they seem like your average drunk college girl who has just discovered the combination of alcohol and numerous horny men in a club setting. I say this because one girl is all over me, dancing and touching me intimately without even looking at my face and seconds later she is all over my friend. Then we are sandwich dancing her. Then we cut her out and homo dance with each other just to spike the attraction. But then her friends cut in and take our attention off each other. This goes on for a while and I lose interest and move to another part of the club.

My friend who was chatting with a girl in her mid 30s leaves and I promptly take his place and sit down beside her. She gets overwhelmed at the attention she is receiving from us young guys and starts giggling like a schoolgirl. Same friend pops into my ear and says, "She wants to fuck you. Ask her and you will find out."
That's a bit forward, even for me, so I am reluctant.
"Ask her if she wants to fuck you!" He orders into my left ear. I lean into the woman and take the less direct approach and say, "Do you want to kiss me?"
She laughs even harder than she was laughing beforehand and exclaims, "No!"
I turn to my friend with a confused look on my face and tell him that she declined. He remains very nonchalant and says something like "Oh well, at least you tried."
I'm like, "What the fuck fool? What the hell were you guys talking about before I came in? You told me that she wanted to fuck me!"
"Oh yeah, I just made that up."
"Thanks bro."

It's getting late, we are tired and so it becomes do or die moment. I approach a girl I was dancing with earlier who is friends with the girl my other buddy is with and use a tactic that lacks any tact. I very directly ask her if they all want to come back to our hotel. Her eyes light up and she giggles a little and says "Yea!", in a tone that says "Yes of course."
Huh? That was easy. A little too easy.... She starts making out with me.

She is a short girl, about half the size of me with her high heels on. Her skin is dark and her lips are big and glossy ruby red. Her stature is what guys would call 'thick' but not soft and chubby. Her dress flows off her body and from the way she moves it is easy to see that she is in touch with her feminine sexuality above most women I see. This in itself is very appealing. The way she touches me is free and uninhibited and is very different to that of many Japanese girls who have shame and embarrassment surrounding sex. She is seducing me, not the other way around. This is so cool!

Two of my friends have now gone back to the hotel. I talk to my other friend who is with another chick and try to work the logistics of taking these chicks back. He says to me, "Man, these are hookers. I already talked about it with this chick. It's gonna cost 1000 baht. Actually, all the women in this place are hookers. I'm leaving this girl here and going back to the hotel."

And there I was thinking that they were just dumb-ass college girls enjoying a bit of attention from men. Ouch, burn. Well, I payed half as much for a hand job, why not go the full length? It's only the cost of one dinner out in Japan. This is a slippery slope I'm sitting on. What am I doing? Do I really need to pay for sex? Even looking at this girl I know I wouldn't date her normally because she is not really my type. I'm pretty confident on the possibility of me meeting and dating a hotter or cuter girl naturally with no cash involved. Do I want to pay for low class sleaze?

As we stand face to face dancing she starts rubbing her thigh on my dick. Men are slaves to their penis', I am no exception. It's decided that my mind is easily swayed and I will pay. We take her scooter back to the hotel and I am huddled up close to her on the seat behind her riding 'bitch'. A tall white dude on the back of a scooter with a very small Asian girl. Not a good look.

Things back at the hotel progress as things progress when two adults have consensual sex with each other. Highlights of this girl in particular include her massive sex drive and unwillingness to remove her hands from me. The most memorable moment for me was seeing her take the reigns fully and ride me from a squatting position. Often when girls are on top, they kneel. This girl squatted and used the natural bounce of the spring mattress to create a good rhythm and got herself off to a physically ecstatic finish. Her hips thrusted wildly at her climax.

We ended up doing it 4 times at her initiation and I felt cheap and tired the next day. Not the same satisfaction as a standard one night stand. But they never are incredibly satisfying for me.

Dude! You suck!

I had a dream last night that I was in the band Guns N Roses. In this dream I ended up having a quarrel with the singer Axl Rose. He was baiting me to take a punch at him but I backed down. After that he called me a 'pussy bitch'. This infuriated me so much that I kicked him in the stomach and yelled, "bitch this!" whilst swinging my backpack straight into his face. The hit threw him back into the ground and I made for the exit. Outside I jumped onto my motorbike and rode into the distance. I awoke this morning to the sound of my own voice yelling, "Fuck you Axl!!"

I have no idea what the hell this dream is about considering that I don't like Guns N Roses, I never listened to them, nor do I have any interest in them whatsoever. I also have zero interest in motor bikes. WTF!?
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This blog has received a fair bit of interest since its beginning. A fair bit more than I was planning and quite a lot just recently. Basically I wanted to keep a secret blog that included my thoughts and random adventures before I forgot them. Apart from that I wanted to spout off whatever was on my mind (as you can see above). For this reason I didn't consider bothering to make any of my writing clear and accessible to the average person. After some criticism on this, I reread my blog and noticed that my writing is fairly untidy and my expression is vague. Apart from that, I'm told it reads like a bad romance novel.

Now, I'm too self centered to really give a shit what anyone else thinks of me or my writing, especially since I'm not really doing this for anyone else, but I am open enough to take some points on board. I may go over my previous stuff and make it clearer, but the subject matter remains; this is my life. If it sounds like a bad romance novel I can't say I know because I've never read one. Although I do like the idea of a fictitious romance novel brightening up the lives of bored women, my life remains non-fiction.

Also, the guys that get their knickers in a twist thinking I'm some sort of pick up artist master or whatever and want to know if I am, and if not, why aren't I laying the hottest girls that Japan has to offer can just chill out. I'm just a guy, that's why my blog is titled, "foreign guy in Japan". Not foreign guru of laying various sub class fashion genres of women with particular lines of work that are based on their appearance in Japan.

I care not for sleeping with a large number of women, I care for sleeping well with the women I choose to sleep with. I like good sex. Who that happens to be with varies greatly and is based on no particular pattern that I can see.

Peace

Thailand Xmas+New Year part 2- Arriving

If a junkie is addicted to drugs, and I am addicted to sex- Thailand is my crack cocaine.

The first actual day I found myself wondering the streets somewhat randomly taking in all I could. It was a serious shock to the system. Not only had I been traveling and waiting in limbo for the previous 24 or so hours with hardly any sleep, but I had also been working almost non stop up until that point. The mild temperature of the air and the carefree attitude of the people walking the streets put me completely at ease. There was also something in the air. A kind of freshness that came from being in a city near the mountains and so close to nature.

According to the travel guide, a reputable massage place was nearby. There I could relax and enjoy a massage at a low price. Indeed it was a little more expensive than 'those other places', but legitimate and high quality, or so they said.

I asked for a Thai massage and after changing clothes into their standard massage attire, I got on my back and enjoyed the aroma of the room. It was like most 'wellness' places with a lot of incense and slightly dim lighting to add to the atmosphere of drapery and whatnot. Within moments a small Thai woman in her 20's pushed through the curtains and gleamed a quick smile whilst her eyes grew large. She quickly regained composure, but I was in the mood to flirt and she was definitely cute enough.

Her hair was tied back professionally and she wore a polo shirt and track pants, not a very alluring outfit, but her small face and cute smile grabbed me. I started conversation with her as she started to run her hands on my body. I found out a few important things; how to say hello in Thai, how to say 'cute girl', how to say 'it feels good' and how old she was- 26.

Some girls talk about flirting with their eyes. Back when I was young and ignorant, I had no idea what this meant. "Flirting with your eyes? Most men won't even notice this at all!" But now that I'm a little more experienced, I know exactly what this means. I consider myself somewhat practiced in the subtle art. She asked me how long I was staying, and asked if I would come again tomorrow. She told me that she liked me and she told me her staff number so I could request her. Then she placed one hand on my junk and reminded me of the phrase I just learned, 'it feels good'. I had to laugh.

I thought I was doing well with my eye flirting until she threw a price at me for a 'special massage', gently patting my crotch. I had obviously over estimated my skill at eye flirting a massage girl who knows I have money....

1000 baht, or about 3000 yen or $30 depending on where you are from. The massage itself was only 250 baht for an hour. It's already crazy cheap. However, I wasn't here for that. I just wanted to chill. Still, she was persistent, and cute. She told me that of the 250 baht I pay for the 1 hour massage, she makes 50 of it. That's freaking 150 yen for an hour! NOTHING! If I let her massage my dick for a negotiable fee, she can make some salary. She pleads and begs with me and says she makes no salary. If I agree, she will take a private cut of whatever we decide and the shop still gets 250. I decided that I didn't like the price and I didn't really require the service so I refused her kind offer......

It would be so much easier to refuse if she didn't have her hand on my thigh right next to my dick......... Why does she look at me like that? She's changing the price now... Down to half the previous price- 500 baht for special.....

The dim lighting, the aroma, the reasoning and the cute girl take advantage of my spirit of adventure. I agree to the price and she wastes no time pulling my pants down and getting to business. I can't say I'm at all comfortable with this girl just taking off my pants before we have even kissed or I'm properly aroused, but that's not part of the service. I'm also questioning my mind on whether or not this is a good idea to be receiving sexual favors for money. Nonetheless, my manhood takes special exception to the feeling and rises to the occasion.

About 25 minutes later the massage with the happy ending realizes itself. This girl had mad skills. Even though the mood didn't really capture me, her physical stimulation was enough to get me aroused and enjoy the hand job more than any previous girls have when they were touching me. My feeling post orgasm is just placid relaxation. She cleans everything and continues the body massage. When the time limit arrives and I hand over the money, I feel like a sleaze. She pressures me to visit her the next day, and asks me for a specific time. I give her a vague estimation on my plan but I have no concrete plans to return because the next day involved finding the Thailand wilderness via elephant.

To think that this was only the start of what was to come.

Thailand Xmas+New Year part 1- morals questioned

New Years eve brought about a lot of debauchery and celebrations in big expense in this coastal Thailand town. The warm air and cold beer filled my body with the spirit to party and start a new year with class and style, yet for some reason I am lying on a bed in sleazy hotel in the red light district with a hooker in my arms holding on to me, crying her eyes out. What happened here? What am I doing?
I need to back up and go to the start of this whole debacle.

I decided to spend some time in the tropics of Thailand for my Christmas vacation. I had never been there before and I justified spending the money going there on count of the fact that I have been living in Asia for the last 4 years but have hardly visited any of the nearby countries. It was a great choice, all in all, probably the best time I've had in one short amount of time.

Sometimes at work the business men tell me about their trips to other Asian countries and how they cheat on their wives and family with hookers. In a professional sense I always held my tongue on how I felt really negative about it, and at the same time I'm strangely curious about what happens. One man told me a tale of his coworker getting one girl pregnant, and how he had to pay her out. It was really nerve racking for that guy, him having a family and all, but he wasn't certain if she was telling the truth or not. He suspected she may have been creating a ploy to get cash out of him. It worked. Desperate times call for desperate measures, and you can see the desperation on some of the people there. But I still wonder how desperate they really are in Thailand.

Another man told me about his adventures going to a 'fishbowl' type of brothel, one where you see a selection of women behind a glass wall, hence the term 'fishbowl'. You then select one based on your preference. He told me that it was really interesting for him to see what type of women his associates chose. I heard this story and reflected on how this depth of sleaziness made me feel uncomfortable, yet again, curious.
Soaplands or brothels, in Japan themselves are seen in quite a curious way in comparison to how most western society sees them. We see a hooker as a last resort for a man who can not get laid to save his life. It seems quite a shameful thing to do. On the other hand, most Japanese guys who I have talked to about it consider it as "just entertainment".

I was talking to a Japanese friend of mine about going out to do some Nampa with him, and he couldn't do it because he is in love with a special lady now. 10 minutes later he is giving me recommendations on brothels. I remind him about his claim of being in love, and the 'no nampa' policy he created. But for him, soapland is different. It's just entertainment. How can that be true? You step outside of your relationship to have intimate sexual intercourse with another women and you see no wrong?

Justifiably so, the women also take a similar stance. It is all unspoken, and no one has to confront or deal with their emotions and get hurt. This is Japanese culture. See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil. Feel nothing.

I began to think about these morals and ways of thinking and soon I could see that in a sense, young, good looking and horny people do the same for each other with one night stands. Sex- with no strings attached. I myself am certainly part of this club, and I don't see any wrong in doing a girl once only if she only wants me once.

So what about when money gets involved? Does that make it bad?

If I spend money on a date and pay for the meal and pay for the movie, the karaoke or whatever we decide to do, that makes me a gentleman with chivalry. I would be working under the premise of giving romance and sweeping a girl off her feet, to get to my own end- sex. Her end, is not sex, it's not money, it's the feeling of being special towards the presence of something powerful- the feeling of being protected and comforted. Kind of like how her Dad used to do when she was young. For some girls the feeling is so good that she doesn't want it to stop and will resist when things begin to get sexual. This can be frustrating to some men and why I recommend against paying too much on dates in general. It saves you from becoming the 'Daddy'.

Let's say, as a somewhat good looking person, I could look at a girl and she could look at me, and we could pretty soon determine that we want to fuck. Yet she feels we have to keep in line with what society provides us with as a good estimate of time to spend with each other before things are allowed to get intimate. By allowing this time to pass neither of us will think of her as a slut that only wants sex. With the mandatory date time having passed she won't feel any guilt for actually being sexually attracted to a guy and wanting to fuck him soon based on looks alone. It's a big run around and more often than not weakens my attraction to the girl.

The other problem with this date situation is that it takes my time, and my money. If the girl is a total bitch and/or sux in bed, it's a big loss of investment. For this reason, I considered the possibility of cutting through time and inevitably; emotion, to get to my means. The money invested remains similar. You only live once friend. Why not try everything once, including a call girl?

But who would be prepared for a hooker to have an emotional breakdown during the process?