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You get 90 minutes of full contact nude
massage from your choice of over 30 Thai girls sitting
behind a glass window.
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I am thinking about her now, after
returning home from Wal-Mart while shopping for new jockey short
briefs. Most of the men’s sizes were for guys with 42 inch
waists or larger. Had they been for women I think the sizes
would have even run larger. Which reminds me of just how fat
Americans have become and why I no longer go to bars (unless
they are titty bars) to pick up women. Alcohol is fattening so most women
hanging around bars are ready for the hog farm, and I want no
part of them. My worst nightmare is getting wasted, picking a barfly up,
then finding her in bed with me as I look down on with horror, “I fucked that?”
So why do I keep
thinking about Puki, when I have so many other girls in Pattaya to think
about, most of whom I’ll be meeting for the first time as I indulge
myself for an entire month?
Sure, she’s slender with a great body, but
so many of them are, unlike here.
She met me at my hotel the day after I was with her in the soapy
massage parlor. She had been running late, but she called me, then she
showed up a little before the time she had promised me she’d be meeting
me. I had bought her out of the bar for that day, so she had to leave me
for awhile to pay her bar fine. I paid her the money, and she left on a
motorcycle taxi. But she insisted on leaving her purse with me as
collateral so I’d know she was coming back. She was with me again within
the hour.
Up in the room she got a few calls on her cell phone. Much more often
than the other girls I’d been with and were to meet later on. In the
United States I would have shot a girl's cell phone for this, but she was not as bad as most of the
American girls I am complaining about. At least once it was her daughter
on the other end.
Puki insisted that I talk with her daughter on her cell phone. I didn’t
know what to say. Although both Puki and her daughter spoke some English
it wasn’t the same as talking with one of my dancer friend’s daughters.
I still wonder why Puki wanted me to talk with her daughter.
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But then again, I pulled nearly the same stunt after my return to the
U.S. I had started to go to Chinese restaurants six times a week since
the waitresses looked so much better than the female customers at
Wal-Mart. For
the first time I really started noticing a tall slender Chinese girl
with a nice willowy figure and started paying more than a lot of
attention to her. It wasn’t long before I had made a friend of the
twenty year old waitress from mainland China. There was another girl
there too, a girl who probably more guys would have chosen than the one
I had decided on, who had a cute face and a very fine figure. But the
second girl had come to the U.S. only several months ago, whereas the
one I was most interested in had been here for four years. She was a
college girl studying computer programming. In China she had studied English. With four years in the U.S. on top of that her command of our
language was excellent. She was clever too, with a sense of humor that I
really liked.
At first I had both girls over to my apartment when I showed them some
of my guns and my computers and took several pictures of them. Two weeks
later I took the first girl out. She had met me at my apartment where I
got two phone calls while she was here. Both times I put her on with the
person who had called me. I liked her, was proud to have her with me,
and I wanted to show her off to my friends. Our date went well, but ten
days later she had moved back to Kansas City, and it looks like she’s
never going to come back here for more than a brief visit.
Which is a damn shame since I had been really looking forward to getting
to know her better. She was only the finest woman I had been out with
for far too long.
Hooking up with her would probably been a mistake, however. And chances
are excellent I’ll be seeing Puki again shortly, but why did she have me
talk to her daughter? Could it be the same kind of reason I wanted to
share my Chinese waitress with my friends? Suppose I wind up going out
with Puki and a lot more than once. And suppose I don’t. I don’t really
think it’s going to matter much one way or the other because for every
Puki there are a hundred girls wanting to take her place. So if she’s
changed phone numbers or is no longer working in Pattaya, I’m going to
latch onto at least a half dozen glorious babes in the first two weeks
alone. At least one of them is likely to blow Puki away.
Okay, let’s think positively. I call Puki up, we go out, and we get
along famously. Say we continue to go out for the rest of the month. And
I return to Thailand three months later, but this time I stay not for
one month but two. Suppose Puki tries to take me for a ride either this
visit or the next. Suppose I move to Thailand permanently, which I can
do since being 57 I can get a permanent retirement visa and live in
Thailand like a king for the rest of my life. Say Puki moves in with me
permanently, but then she starts dumping on me one way or the other? She
cheats on me and I find out, or she stops keeping our place clean. She
gets too demanding and keeps trying to impose conditions on me. If I
look at the situation from an objective point of view it’s her loss, not
mine. Her replacement is probably not just one girl but my choice from
among a couple of dozen I’ve gotten to know by then, and they will all
lined up at my door.
The other night I was at Club 64 over in East St. Louis when Frank was
managing the club. “Whatever you do, don’t ever bring one of them back
here,” Frank had warned me. He then told me horror stories about how
friends of his had brought Oriental girls back to the U.S. who had then
become Americanized and turned bad. “Everyone of those guys got taken,”
Frank told me. “Just go down there and fuck them all., but don’t, don’t
ever bring one back.”
At first Frank had asked me: “Jack, you do whatever the fuck you want
to do, don’t you?”
“Damn right. I go to bed when I want. I wake up when I want. I live
where I want. I watch exactly what movie I want to watch. I come to your
club and have fun with you guys and your girls and leave when I want,” I
replied.
“Then why would you ever want to change any of that?” Frank continued.
I have the world by the tail. I hang out with feature entertainers all
over the United States. And just the other night I was back again at
Club 64. I’ve taken pictures of a lot of the girls there, who view me
for the most part in a way differently than they view their customers.
One of the girls, one of my favorite ones, who’s got a dynamic body, had
a headache so I started rubbing her head. I massaged her temples, and
her throat, her forehead and her upper back. She nearly fell asleep in
my arms and would have for sure had we been alone at my apartment or
some other place. And her headache went away. But as I sat up against
her massaging her head, I thought of us being in bed together. It would
be terrific.
We will see about that one. Meanwhile I’m going to Thailand and soon,
and Puki is still on my mind. Now if I’m smart I’ll keep my apartment
over here in the U.S. and if I continue to like Thailand I’ll wind up
living over there say six months of the year. And who knows, maybe I’ll
wind up living there permanently. Say I do. So here’s the agenda.
I sell both my pickup and my sports car since I’ll have little use for
them there. I’ve heard that even after I pay for transporting my vehicle
there, I’ll have to pay three times the machine’s value to title it in
Thailand. There is a new airport going in next year within an hour’s
drive of Pattaya. I can use Pattaya as a base and travel all over the
Orient. I can go to Hong Kong, to Singapore, to Cambodia, Vietnam,
Bali, Kuala Lumpur, Japan, Taiwan and Mainland China. And how can I
forget Korea? I've seen some fabulous girls from there. I can explore so
many different cultures and types of food. And to think of all the
women. Based in Thailand it wouldn’t cost me much in airfare to go
to all these places. My medical and health care expenses would be just a
fraction of what they are in the U.S. and I would save a lot of money by
not having a car. In Pattaya taxis are cheap and there is always the
omnipresent baht bus.
So, I move a girl in with me–someone like Puki. If I had her come to the
U.S. and marry me, which is the only way she’s going to get a permanent
visa to stay in the U.S., the first thing she’s going to ask me for is
her own car. She’d start hanging around with a bunch of American women
and in no time she’d be just as spoiled as them. But in Pattaya she’d be
content to just have a roof over her head and have just a tenth of the
things we give our girl friends and wives over here.
I ought to be getting a thousand hits a day for people to be reading
these nuggets of wisdom. Too bad that I’ll probably too stupid myself to follow my own advice. My advice is to spend as much time in
Thailand as you can and to retire here when you are able to. And be
prepared to dump your American woman if you’ve got one. After all, she
probably deserves it. Simply because she’s been brainwashed and spoiled
rotten means she’s no good for you. The only thing is you don’t even
know it simply because you have never seen how green the grass is on the
other side of the pond.
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Puki....I’ve not forgotten you, sweet delectable smooth brown skinned
Puki. I took you out to dinner with the other guys many bringing along
their Thai girlfriends. Then we had gone down to watch the Thai boxing
with PlOne. And sure enough, that bartender who swore she wouldn’t be
working there again that week was there. You probably don’t even
remember how pissed she was. But I didn’t take you to that little bar to
get even with her since I really didn’t have anything to be mad at her
about. And she shouldn’t have blamed me for bringing you into her face.
Do you remember that boxer in the black trunks who was tall for a Thai?
He was about my size, but might have weighted a little less since he was
in peak physical condition. I’d put him at between 165 and 175 pounds.
Compared to the guys he fought he had all the tools, having the
advantage of reach over them. He seemed quicker and to have more
knockdown power in his fists. But he kept losing. I had even placed a
small bet on him which I ended up losing. And he kept coming up to me
all night long asking me for tips whenever he fought. I remember how you
told me I didn’t have to tip him. And you were right. Next time,
I’m going to put you in charge of my money so you can decide on who to
tip and how much and how much to spend for incidentals. I am confident
you are going to take care of me very well, and this time I won’t have
to always buy you out of the bar since I’ll be around for thirty days.
The next day she asked me to call her again and she said something about
having a holiday which I now understand she meant to tell me that I
wouldn’t have to incur the additional expense of having to buy her out
of the bar, an investment that is considerably more expensive for soapie
girls than all other bar girls. But I never called. There were all those
other women who kept poppin up and I just never seemed to be able to
keep them out of my hotel room.
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