And then it all went tits up (relationship Thread)

[crazy dog]

"See, this is what farang do!" Needless to say, they don't fully trust us.

Very few falang do this compared with Thai men.

[Marmite the Dog]

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Nice umlaut.

[Marmite the Dog]

To play devil's advocate for one moment, I think it is their greatest fear that the Thai woman will put everything on the line--bet the house so to speak--on one guy and he will just discard them and run back to Farangland at any opportunity. The loss of their sole meal ticket, not to mention the huge loss of face, is a fate worse than death for them.

I totally agree, but it's not just foreign men who like to do this; the Thais seem to enjoy it as well.

[the dogcatcher]

Bedtime, I think that these girls have worked out that you are not "stupid farang".
In which case you immediately attain the status of "kee nok" and hence you are not marriage matterial.

[bedtime]

Bedtime, I think that these girls have worked out that you are not "stupid farang".
In which case you immediately attain the status of "kee nok" and hence you are not marriage matterial.

Hi dogcatcher,
I am not familiar with the term "kee nok" could you tell me what it means please, I hope it means what I think it does

And as previously stated I do try and learn as much as I can when I'm there, maybe I learn to much to quick and lock myself out of the market.

At the end of the day I am an honest and sincere guy, but I am also not gullible and will not allow myself to be fleeced by anyone.

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year

[jandajoy]

A Merry Christmas to you Bedtime.

IMHO an honest and sincere thread.

Good on ya.....

[zubber]

Maybe try the Philippines? they do seem a bit more on the level, generalisation I know but from what I have seen and heard over the years.

fun people but my experience is they are big money grubbers

ruthless money grubbers too ,no no dont get married to a filipino ,you'll end up with nary a pot to piss in

[zubber]

found this on another forum for your delectation >>>>



In Feb 03 the wife & I & our old friend of 20 years decided to go to
Thailand for 16 nights. We spent 4 nights in Bangkok, 6 nights Phuket & 6
nights on the island of Phi-Phi. We are all aged 40 & like a laugh have cash
to spare & were out for fun & adventure.
Our friend Al started shagging bar girls 50 mins after we arrived at the
hotel in Bangkok, he was doing one a night for the first 4 nights in
Bangkok, we worked out each one cost him about 6000 Baht, he would pay the
bar fine or some pimp around 2-2.500, he usually got caught sneaking them
into the hotel & had to pay 1000 B to the desk & after he had finished with
them he would usually give them 2-3000 B extra coz they were sweet. He never
ever negotiated.

We arrived in Phuket & he was at it again on the first night, i didn't see
him for 2 days then i got a phone call in my room from Al who announced he
had met this girl & she was the right one & he was going to marry her on
Phi-Phi & could i lend him £2000 right now. This is well out of character
for Al so I was pretty stunned by all this & needed a stiff joint, the wife
& I could not believe it, we even joked about this scenario back home before
we left so it seemed even more ridiculous. Never the less it was happening
so i lent him the money & looked forward to meeting his new bit of fluff.

Her name was Nea, 44ish very pretty for her age, she was a bar girl, we
enjoyed having her around & she stayed with us for the rest of our Thailand
trip but a few strange things happened, She took us to all the best most
expensive joints in town where she always knew someone, the flash taxi's
that arrived were always her friends, she could not point on the map where
she originally came from, she appeared to have no relatives anywhere, they
all seemed to have died in various car crashes, they could not be married in
Phi-Phi which she must have known about, she didn't even bring any papers
with her. Meanwhile she took control of Al's wallet literally having it in
her handbag with which she paid 12000B to get her jewellery out of the
pawnbrokers, another 12000 B went on the wedding rings, she paid 10000 B
rent off her apartment, bought clothes galore & all this with Al not even
smelling a rat! One night i took Al aside for a chat & told him my thoughts
but love is blind & he didn't want to hear it so it carried on throughout
our stay on Phi-Phi, when we finally left & she came to the airport Al asked
me for another £500 to give to her to stop her working in the bars until he
could figure out a way to get her back into the U.K. as soon as possible, he
then gave her everything he had in his pockets.
We arrived home & 24 hours later he announced he had to go back there, He
could not bear to be parted from Nea, he raised £5000 paid me back & set off
back to Thailand & Nea.

This time she met him in Bangkok & then took him up country to meet her
family which she suddenly found, apparently they owned a furniture shop &
there was about 14 of them + kids........He spent a fortune on them all,
including £150 for a wedding gift to someone or other, £250 on a trip for 4
of them somewhere or other, he gave the mum a bundle of cash, bought a kid
a motorbike & it just goes on & on, i was cringing as he was telling me all
this & mad with him for being so foolish. I told him straight what i thought
but he just cannot see it. The purpose of this trip he made was to either
marry her in Thailand or take positive steps to bring her to the U.K.
Neither happened, she did not want to come to the U.K but would happily have
Al move out there where they could set up a restaurant & live happily ever
after...................So Al is thinking of raising 100k by releasing the
equity in his Cornish farmhouse home & going along with this restaurant
plan, as i write he is negotiating with finance brokers..........I see
nothing but doom ahead I'm afraid, she is going to clean him out bigtime, he
is a golden goose about to be plucked.

Well that's another Thailand love story, i enjoyed reading the other tales,
i have heard many more since from other blokes. We men really are suckers
for a pretty girl, it serves us right really. The wife & I are going back
this December for 4 weeks we loved it all so much, we might just call in on
Nea in Phuket!

Keep up with the stories as I'm building a dossier to send on to Al in a
last attempt to stop him losing the family fortune & I'm serious!

[zubber]

heres another tale of woe thats been around and is essential reading >>

A Cautionary Tale about Asian Bargirls
By STEPHEN LEATHER:


FOR ME, it was love at first sight. Long black hair, doe-like eyes, a
figure-to-die-for and black leather ankle boots with chrome zips up
the side. I think it was the boots that did it for me . . . Her name
was Ying, she was 20 years old and I couldn't get near her that first
night because an 18-stone, balding German had already paid her 400
baht (£10) bar fine - and in the bars of Bangkok it's first come first
served.
I went back several times to the Voodoo Bar in the Nana Plaza, but
Ying was always busy, usually with overweight Germans. They'd sit next
to her, paw her, buy her drinks, pay her bar fine and take her off to
a short-time hotel. I couldn't even get eye contact. The system in
Voodoo is identical to the hundreds of other go-go bars in the city's
red-light areas. Girls dance in various stages of undress and the
customers buy them drinks for 70 baht, of which the girls get to keep
one-third. If the girl's agreeable, the bar fine is paid and the girl
goes to a hotel with the customer. She earns anywhere from 500 to
1,500 baht. On my fourth visit, Ying was free. I bought her a drink
and chatted with her. My Thai was good enough for a half-decent
conversation and she told me she'd been working at the bar for only
two months. She'd come down from a village in the north-east to work
with her two older sisters. Soon I was visiting her several times a
week and she was always pleased to see me. She was very bright and her
English improved quickly. I began taking her to the karaoke bar, where
she had used to work, and she'd sing Thai love songs to me.
She started to telephone me every day, wanting to know what I was
doing, if I was thinking about her, when she could see me again.
Voodoo, one of the more than a dozen go-go bars in the three-storey
Nana Plaza complex, paid its girls on a three-tier scale, according to
how much they were prepared to show while dancing. If they wore a
bikini they were paid 3,500 baht a monthl; if they danced topless they
got 4,500 baht; they got an extra 1,000 baht if they danced naked.
Ying and her sisters, Fai and Mem, danced naked. Except for the boots.
Pretty early on in the relationship, I started giving Ying 1,000 baht
a month so she could keep her knickers on while she was dancing. It
seemed the decent thing to do. I guess the turning point came after
I'd known her for about four months. A friend of mine, a sociology
professor from the University of Jerusalem, had asked me to go on a
four-day trip round Isarn in the north-east of the country. When I
told Ying I was going, she insisted she came with me, telling me it
was a dangerous place for a farang (what the Thais call all
Westerners) and that I'd be safer if she was there. It was a fair
point. The Khmer Rouge still occasionally pop over the border to shoot
a few people, and as well as speaking Thai and English, Ying is
virtually fluent in the languages of Laos and Cambodia. It would also
give her the opportunity of showing me her house and village, she
said. I paid her bar fine for four days, though I had reservations.
Bar girls are great fun in their natural habitat but their charms can
soon fade in the harsh light of day.
Ying was different, and the longer I spent with her, the more
entranced I became. By the end of the four days I was hooked. When we
got back to Bangkok, she announced that she wouldn't be going with any
customers. No one but me could pay her bar fine, she said. My very own
private dancer. She began to carry two photographs of me in her
wallet. I'd got myself into a situation that I'd promised myself would
never happen: I had a bar girl for a girlfriend. And it wasn't as if I
didn't know about the pitfalls of getting involved with a bar girl.
I'd been going to Thailand for more than ten years, latterly to
research and write my ninth thriller, an IRA story set in Bangkok, and
I thought I knew all the scams. Just down the road from the Nana Plaza
is Jool's Bar, a hangout for ex-pats who've been there, done that and
got the T-shirt. Most of the regulars have had Thai wives and most
have horror stories to tell.
There's Paul, a former British Army bomb disposal expert who now
scrapes a living packing peanuts in the north of Thailand. He set up
his Thai wife with a business, leased an office and filled it with
equipment. He went to Malaysia to renew his visa, and when he came
back he discovered his wife had sold the lot and vanished. Then
there's Richard, a journalist who lived with his Thai girlfriend for
six months. When she moved out, he discovered that she'd made love to
two of his friends in his own bed. It was in Jool's Bar that I heard
the story of the Japanese guy who fell in love with a bar girl and
paid for her to stop work. He bought her farmland, a big house, a car
and then went up north to marry her. The party was a huge affair with
more than 500 guests. In the midst of the celebrations, a Thai man
walked up to the Japanese host. `You can go now,' he said. The
Japanese guy was aghast: `What do you mean? This is my wedding party.'
The Thai man shook his head. `This is my house,' he said. `On my land.
And this is my wife.' The Japanese guy discovered that everything had
been put in the Thai man's name. He left the village with his tail
between his legs. I couldn't believe that such a thing could happen,
so I told the story to a Thai bar girl I've known for a long time.
`Would it happen like that?' I asked. She laughed and shook her head.
`Of course not,' she said. `They'd wait until after the party.' I'd
cautioned countless visitors to Thailand about falling for a bar
girl's charms and I thought I knew all the dangers. The analogy I
always used was that of the cashpoint machine. That's all they think
farangs are: machines. Push the right buttons and the money comes out.
And one cashpoint machine is pretty much like another. I'd listen to
the stories in Jool's Bar and laughalong with the rest of them, sure
in the knowledge that it would never happen to me. So why go out with
abar girl in the first place? Because in Thailand it's next to
impossible to go out with a regular girl.I've been going to Thailand
for more than ten years as a journalist and writer, and I can count on
thefingers of one hand the men whose Thai wives or girlfriends aren't
former bar girls. There are so manyprostitutes in Thailand - estimates
vary between half a million and three million - that any Thai girl
seen in public with a farang is assumed to be a hooker. And no decent
Thai girl wants to be branded aprostitute. I had to go back to Ireland
over Christmas 1995. There were tears, promises of faithfulness,
declarations of love: `I love you too much, Steve. I not go with
farang.' She sent me a fax on Boxing Day:`Steve, I miss you too much,
I cannot dance.' I'd asked my friends to keep an eye on Ying while I
wasaway, and when I got back I was told she'd been spotted leaving the
Voodoo with an obese German. Holding hands, no less, and heading for a
short-time hotel. I confronted her. She denied it. Denied it so
vehemently that I almost believed her. Eventually, after hours and
hours of pressing her, she tearfully admitted: `I needed money. My
family very poor. You not understand me, Steve.' That's a line you'll
hear all the time in the bars of Bangkok and Pattaya.
The girls claim they work to send money back to their families. Some
do but most don't. The bulk of money goes on gambling, drugs and
boyfriends. The girls all claim to hate working in the bars but
generally that's a lie, too. Thailand is booming, with a GDP growth
more than twice that of the UK. Anyone who wants a job can pretty much
get one in Bangkok. Ying used to be a quality control supervisor for
Reebok. A girl called Nang in the Pretty Girl Bar was a nurse for ten
years. The girls choose to work in the go-go bars because it's easy
and it's fun. They'll all tell you that they'd prefer to be back home
with their families. And often they'll find a farang who'll pay them
to do just that. It's a standard con: the farang goes home and every
month he sends the girl a `salary' so she doesn't have to work. Except
the girls don't stick to their side of the bargain. Often they'll
switch bars just to be on the safe side, maybe going to a different
red-light area. Ying's sister, Fai, receives 40,000 baht a month from
a 50-year-old Norwegian. She takes the money and continues to sleep
with upwards of 20 men a month, pulling in another 30,000 baht or so.
The Thai tabloid newspapers recently ran an interview with a
prostitute who said she's being supported by a well-known British
snooker player who met her while playing in Bangkok. One of the more
subtle refinements is for the girls to write letters to her `sponsor',
post them to her home town and have them forwarded to the farang. The
farang checks the postmark and is reassured that his sweetheart is at
home with her folks. I had to go back to Dublin in April to finish my
book, and that meant leaving Ying for more than six weeks. This time
she suggested that she go back and stay with her father while I was
away, but she made it clear that money was a problem. I asked her how
much she'd need to give up work. Pound signs lit up in her eyes.
`Thirty thousand baht for one month,' she said. I pointed out that
30,000 baht was almost ten times the national average wage in the part
of Thailand she was going. She smiled. `Twenty thousand baht?' she
asked, hopefully. We settled on 10,000 baht, but not before I gave her
the Truth Talk. Pretty much every Western guy who gets involved with a
Thai girl will give her the Truth Talk at some point.
You explain how important the truth is to farangs; how it doesn't
matter what you've done, it doesn't matter how badly you've behaved,
but what you must do is to tell the truth. I told Ying that if she had
a Thai boyfriend, I'd still be her customer, I'd still pay her bar
fine, I'd still be her friend. But if I was going to ...

[zubber]

But if I was going to support her, if I
was going to let her into my life, she had to be honest. Love poured
out of her eyes. `I not lie to you, Steve. I not have boyfriend. Only
you.' The Truth Talk is a total waste of time, it has to be said. To a
Thai, the truth is what you want to hear. Ying went back to Surin with
her first month's `salary' and I headed back to Dublin. There were
letters, phone calls, and when I flew back to Bangkok she was there to
meet me. This time the Ying Patrol reported no sightings of her while
I was away. I was working on the new book and studying Thai during the
day, so Ying suggested she spend most of her time in Surin. I agreed,
and for the next three months she travelled back and forth between
Bangkok and Surin, an eight-hour bus trip each way. I thought she
loved me. So did my friends. To a man, they all said that she was
playing by the rules, she was doing everything I asked. `Marry her,'
they said. `She's one in a million.'
I began to think that they were right. But I needed to know for sure.
In June, after three months of her staying with her father and coming
down to see me whenever I asked, I had to go back to Dublin again. I
gave her 20,000 baht and told her I'd call every few days. I put her
on the bus to Surin and the following day went to see a Thai private
detective. He was a former policeman and he'd done similar checks for
farangs before. I gave him Ying's photograph, her address and the
number of the village telephone, plus a hefty deposit on his 30,000
baht bill. It was expensive but he guaranteed that I would know one
way or the other. He had a technique that never failed; he and a woman
associate would call at the house and claim to be conducting a
government survey. I flew to Dublin. I spoke to Ying on the phone
every couple of days. Whenever I rang, she was there. She was so
sweet, so loving, that I began to despise myself for ever doubting
her. Three weeks later the private detective's report arrived.
Complete with a photograph of Ying and her husband.
Her husband. I read the report in a state of shock. She'd been living
with him in the house in Surin for almost five months. That was when
she'd left Bangkok, with my blessing. Her husband was from Udon Thani,
a city in the east of the country which, like Surin, is a major source
of prostitutes. According to the report, they had been together for a
year before they'd married. I stared at the photograph, wanting to
believe that it TURN TO NEXT PAGE FROM PREVIOUS PAGE pocket. And far
from being poor farmers, the family had a charcoal-manufacturing
business and a roadside store selling engine oil. I had fallen into
exactly the same trap I'd constantly warned my friends about. I'd
become the typical, stupid farang. I went around in a daze, wanting to
phone and confront her. But I knew there was no point. She'd either
deny it or just hang up. Thais don't react well to confrontation or
criticism; it's a loss of face, something a Thai can't abide. It was
the width and depth of the lies that I found difficult to grasp. I'd
been to Surin to see the family, been shown around the village.
Everywhere I'd been met by smiling Thai faces.
Yet every single person I'd been introduced to had obviously known
that she had a husband and that I was the farang meal-ticket. No
wonder they were smiling. I really shouldn't have been surprised at
the audacity of the lies, though. In September 1995 I'd thrown a big
birthday party for Ying in Bangkok. We held it at the New York karaoke
bar where Ying had once worked. My friend Roger and I paid bar fines
for Ying's sisters Fai and Mem so that they could go to the party. Mem
was in her late 20s and was probably the prettiest of the sisters. All
through the party she sat next to Roger, doing the bar girl thing;
making him laugh, flirting with him, rubbing up against him. Mem had
taken her three-year-old daughter to the party and I kept seeing the
little girl playing with a tall, thin Thai guy who kept to the far
side of the room. It was only weeks afterwards that I discovered he
was Mem's husband. At the time it made my head whirl.
How could any self-respecting man sit by while his wife flirted with a
farang in front of all her friendsand family? And how could any
self-respecting man let his wife dance naked in a bar and have sex
with men for money? The simple fact is that Thai men don't care. All
they care about is the money. If their wives had an affair with a Thai
man, that would result in a beating or worse. But farangs don't count.
The Thai men don't regard us as human. Mem killed herself a few months
after the party. She hanged herself in Ying's bedroom, ostensibly
because of a row with her husband. I have a hunch it was something
worse, much worse. Aids is on the rise among bar girls and most bars
have the girls tested every 12 weeks. Once found to be HIV-positive,
they can't work. A lot of them commit suicide when they fail their
Aids test. I called a long-time Thai friend in London and told her
what had happened with Ying.
She laughed and laughed and had absolutely no sympathy for me. `You're
a very sad man,' she said. `What did you expect? Farangs always think
they're so smart, but Thai girls are smarter.' As the days passed, the
hurt started to fade a little, but I still wanted to prove to Ying
that I wasn't as stupid as she thought I was. Shouting and screaming
at her wouldn't do any good because Thais regard losing your temper as
a sign of weakness. I decided the only to do would be to take my
revenge Thai-style. The next time I spoke to her on the phone, I told
her that I'd buy her a pick-up truck. She'd been dropping hints for
months that the family needed one. Her birthday was six weeks away, so
I said I'd throw another big party for her, and then the following day
we'd go and buy the truck and drive it back to Surin together. Ying
was over the moon. `I bring everyone,' she said. `My father, my
sisters, my brothers. Everybody come.' Two weeks after the private
detective visited Ying, I got a letter from her. `Steve, for you I do
everything. I want you happy. I not want you think too much. I want go
everywhere with you.
Steve, I miss you all the time. Forget me not. Love Ying.' Enclosed
were two photographs. In one of them she was wearing the same dress
and jewellery she'd been wearing when the private detective took her
picture with her husband. `Everybody here want to see you,' she said
the next time I called her. Yeah, that I could believe. They probably
couldn't wait to see the stupid farang who was keeping her and her
husband in the style to which they'd so easily become accustomed. I
wanted to tell her there and then that I knew, but I bit my tongue and
asked her if she was sure that she loved me. `Of course, only you,'
she said. `Why don't you have a Thai boyfriend?' I pressed. `Thai men
no good,' she said. `Jai dam.' Black-hearted.
That's a common refrain from bar girls. They don't like Thai men; Thai
men are lazy, Thai men are greedy. But 90 per cent of bar girls have
Thai boyfriends or husbands. If it wasn't for the photo, I'd have bet
my life that she was telling the truth. And when she asked me to bring
an extra pair of Levi's for her sister, I said, sure, why not. She
said me missed me, that she always wanted to be with me, and did I
think a Toyota pick-up would be better than an Isuzu? She said she
thought an Isuzu would be better because spares were cheaper. And
she'd like the SLX model. I had visions of the family sitting around
the kitchen table with pick-up truck brochures, planning on how they
were going to spend the farang's money. All her family wanted to see
me, she said. More than 20 would head down to Bangkok for the birthday
party I kept telling myself that maybe there'd been some mistake - but
all remaining doubts were wiped out two weeks before the party. Ying
had called while I was out, and the answering machine recorded her
speaking to her sister for 15 seconds or so before she hung up.
They spoke in Thai and what they said was innocuous enough. What
shocked me was the way they referred to me. One of the many
complexities of the Thai language is its many levels of referring to
people, denoting their class or power or relationship. Normally you'd
refer to a man as `kao', which approximates to `he' in English. But
when Ying said `he's not there' she used `mahn'. The direct
translation would be `it', but `it' doesn't convey the contempt Thais
intend when they use `mahn' to refer to a person. It means they think
the person referred to is lower than an animal, not human. Now I was
100 per cent certain what she thought of me. I'm still not sure why I
fell in love with her, not when I knew all the horror stories. I asked
once why she loved me. She looked me straight in the eye and said:
`Because I same you, Steve. Your mother died when you were young. So
did mine. I understand you, Steve.' It's hard to doubt an emotional
appeal like that. The last time I spoke to her was the day before the
birthday party. The number of guests had swollen to 30 and all of them
would be making the eight-hour journey to Bangkok. For all I know
Ying's husband was among them. I sometimes smile at the image of them
bouncing up and down with glee on the bus at the thought of the free
party and the Isuzu, all at the expense of the stupid farang. Ying
said she and Fai would meet me at the airport. When she said she loved
me, it was like a knife going into my heart. I stayed in Dublin on her
birthday and celebrated it alone. Roger phoned Ying at noon and told
her that my flight had been delayed. They were to start the party
without me. I often wonder at what point they realised that I wasn't
going to turn up and they'd have to pay for it themselves. And that
they weren't getting their gleaming red Isuzu.
And I wonder if Ying ever thinks about me and if she misses me.
Because I miss her. Too much.

[bedtime]

I read that book a long long time ago,as has everyone else, what point are you trying to make if any ?

Merry Christmas

[smeden]

I'll try not to bore you with the bits that don't count, but what was a seemingly perfect relationship with my lovely Thai g/f all of a sudden went downhill very very quickly and has now been terminated unfortunately.

Let me set the scene, I have a very good friend who lives in Isaan (location irrelevant) he is married to a nice Thai lady, my friend and I have been friends for many many years and the lucky sod managed to retire to LOS before me although I will be making the move within the next year or so.

Anyway,on one of my visits very early this year I was introduced to his wife's much younger sister, word was fed back to me that she was quite taken with me and we started to see a lot more of each other, insomuch as she stayed with me for the duration of my visit (1 month).

Now this girl did not work, something to to with a motocycle accident and bad leg ? she did a few hours in her mums village shop selling sweets to the local kids and whisky and beer to the local drunks,so effectively had no income.

When I eventually got home I had agreed to send her a few bob every month to help out, amount irrelevant considering it was for doing nowt, and I did for a few months, I also paid for one 2 one tuition English language lessons for about 3 months, but the texts got less and when I phoned the interest from the other side of the planet was negligable. I then got wind that the 2 sisters had got their heads together and decided that the money I was sending wasn't enough and that a severe hike in the amount was due.

Suffice to say I refused to stump up the extra cash and the "relationship" died a natural death, no pompem I thought, now I know different.

A while after all the above,the following happened.

I met a lovely lady on a dating website, not the prettiest girl in Thailand but she ticked all the right boxes for me, never been married, no kids, never worked bar, no tatts, no swearing except what she mimicked from me, intelligent, uni degree, good job with above average wage, sense of humour etc etc

On my last trip in October we eventually met, she stayed with me for the whole month, we had a great time, she had to work and also finish off her Uni work but we spent a lot of time together getting to know and understand each other, I would visit her at work during the day and have lunch with her and her friends in the staff canteen and when she went off for seconds or a drink I would ask her friends about her past, they confirmed that effectively she was an orphan.

We went to visit my friend and his wife one weekend, I do try to learn Thai but one month's visit seperated by 6 months is not good for memory retention with me, so when my g/f and my friends wife were chatting away in Thai neither I or my mate took any notice, we couldn't understand anyway.

So, we had a wonderful time, I came home, we both proclaimed undying love for each other before I left and to make plans for a wedding and to meet again on my next holiday in April.

It would appear that my friends wife has really held a grudge,and told my new g/f that I am an absolute low life and have let her sister down big style, apparently we were engaged etc etc and I am only after one thing etc etc

So now I am despondent, all was going so well in my life at long last and now it has all come crashing down around my ears, I only found all this out last week and now my e mails are probably diverted to junk, my SMS is probably on block and if I use my land line to call as soon as she knows its me she turns her phone off.

I will be going back to her city in April, and will try to re establish contact when back in Thailand,but there is feck all I can do from 6500 miles away at the moment,and I will not tell my mate, he is oblivious to all this and it will stay that way, we have been mates for too long for me to drive a wedge between him and his missus, but I have to say that I loved that girl, no, what I mean is that I still love that girl and miss her terribly.

Life can be such a feckin bitch at times.

also happent for me nearly the same way you willl learn to live whith it

[Whiteshiva]

The system in Voodoo is identical to the hundreds of other go-go bars in the city's red-light areas.

Hundreds???? - I must be missing out on something here......

[Chairman Mao]

Any chance of tidying all that up into something readable zubber?

or maybe just edit it to: 'don't marry prostitutes'.

[taxexile]

'don't marry prostitutes'.

dont marry avaricious greedy girls might be a better way of saying it.

nowt wrong wi'a prossie, some do have hearts of gold.

[Chairman Mao]

speak for yourself Taxxy.

Her heart can be 24 karats but if she's made her living off of sucking cheese-ridden pensioner's cocks and guzzling their spunk, I consider that quite a turn off as far as wife material is considered.

But you go right ahead mate.

[jim1176]

Anyway,on one of my visits very early this year I was introduced to his wife's much younger sister, word was fed back to me that she was quite taken with me and we started to see a lot more of each other, insomuch as she stayed with me for the duration of my visit (1 month).

So, we had a wonderful time, I came home, we both proclaimed undying love for each other before I left and to make plans for a wedding and to meet again on my next holiday in April.

You have just experienced a couple of nice Thai girls.

Marriage to either of them should be out of the question.

It would appear that my friends wife has really held a grudge,and told my new g/f that I am an absolute low life and have let her sister down big style, apparently we were engaged etc etc and I am only after one thing etc etc

The wife is certainly a whore, don't bring any of your good HO's around his no good HO

[ItsRobsLife]

I read that book a long long time ago,as has everyone else, what point are you trying to make if any ?

Merry Christmas

What point? You started this thread, do you only want sympathy?

First time I've read it myself and thought it was very good, there's a lot of truth in it.

[taxexile]

Her heart can be 24 karats but if she's made her living off of sucking cheese-ridden pensioner's cocks and guzzling their spunk, I consider that quite a turn off as far as wife material is considered.

no shortage of ultra promiscuous spunk guzzling women in the world who are not prostitutes either, and there are also whores of class, (although probably not so many in thailand) but i dont think that the fact that a woman has "sold herself" should automatically preclude her from marriage..... if i met a good woman who had been involved in prostitution it wouldnt rule her out for me....but having been married and faithful for 20 years now, i dont think i will get the opportunity to put my philosophy to the test.

[Marmite the Dog]

no shortage of ultra promiscuous spunk guzzling women in the world who are not prostitutes either

Most of them reside in Bangkok, too.

[Agent_Smith]

To play devil's advocate for one moment, I think it is their greatest fear that the Thai woman will put everything on the line--bet the house so to speak--on one guy and he will just discard them and run back to Farangland at any opportunity. The loss of their sole meal ticket, not to mention the huge loss of face, is a fate worse than death for them.

I totally agree, but it's not just foreign men who like to do this; the Thais seem to enjoy it as well.

World of difference, as you probably know. Thai hubby runs off, usually the wife has some recourse with his family (not always of course) with child care or minor expenses. We take a runner and she has absolutely no recourse whatsoever for help, except her own family.

[12Call]

Taxexile is right all the time...........never invest anything in anything and you will live a happy life.

[taxexile]

never invest anything in anything and you will live a happy life.

?????? did i say that?

[Chairman Mao]

No, you said it's fine to marry 200b overused bargirl cumpipes.

I think 12call is still drunk.

[taxexile]

[quote=Chairman Mao;1272918]No, you said it's fine to marry 200b overused bargirl cumpipes.

steady on old chap