Pattaya Hotel Owners daily diary
This is a pretty funny blog, it has been going a few years now and is about the trials and tribulations of owning a hotel in Pattaya.
I really find it difficult to believe that thousands of western men over the age of forty, some well over, actually believe some nineteen-year old Thai nymphet is in love with them. These are young girls, and whilst they may come from a relatively poor background their escape route from poverty is not through marriage to an overweight, unattractive, balding moron three times their age. I know that there are examples of western men meeting, marrying and enjoying a long and happy life with their Thai female partner. I am fortunate in being one of those examples, and however much Mrs. Boss and I may disagree, we have been together many years and remain very close and are still in love with each other. We have three wonderful children, a successful business, and a beautiful house and our lot is a happy one. However, Mrs. Boss was not nineteen when I first met her and we took rather longer than a couple of weeks before getting engaged or becoming a married couple.
I do, in some way, feel slightly sorry for Jack (the fellow I mentioned in my last post). Although I remain steadfast in my belief that he should know better — much better. He is a gullible fool and he has been taken for a ride by a beautiful girl who has more tricks up her sleeve than a magician has rabbits. Jack is a simple guy. He is just looking for love, but unfortunately he is looking in all of the wrong places. These girls are professional bank robbers and they can spot their prey through a crowded smoke filled bar in the same way that from a long distance off, the hungry lion can single out the weakest wildebeest.
I was merrily typing away with this story when there was a knock on my office door. I started to look up but before my eyes were away from the computer screen the door had opened, Jack had walked in and said ‘I am not interrupting you am I?’ before embarking, without pause for breath, on another one of his mind numbingly tedious stories related to his fiancé. His unwarranted intrusion into my private space extinguished the little sympathy I had mentioned in the previous paragraph. He had crossed the line. It is not what I want, but you can bore me to death when I am in the general hotel areas, as I am there for that and, hopefully, other purposes. However, do not come into my inner sanctum, my escape from the world, without a pass signed in triplicate and a stamped appointment card.
Jack rambled on, my shoulders slumped, my eyes glazed over, alternative ways of committing suicide ran through my mind and I even laughed inwardly as I imagined his fiancé having sex with some other farang at this very moment, probably within a few hundred meters of where Jack now stood still proclaiming his undying love. ‘You know stuff about here, you live here, what do you think?’ I heard him say. Fortunately before I had the need to even consider a response he had continued “I think I will just send her twenty thousand baht today and not the fifty thousand she wants, that will teach her.” Yes Jack that will teach her, although what it is she will learn, if she needed such further education, is that you are a complete dimwit and that you should get the hell out of Thailand before your house, your possessions and your life savings are swallowed whole. You are just not mentally equipped with the necessary tools to be here.
My numbed state of being meant that I had completely forgotten I had been writing a story about this very person. It was sitting there open on my computer and Jack had apparently been looking at it as he talked at me. In order not to confuse you I would say here that, where necessary, I change the names of those that appear in my tales to save them from embarrassment to some degree and, far more importantly, to save me from lawsuits so Jack is not really called Jack! ‘What’s that about then?’ Jack asked and I now saw him looking closely at the computer screen ‘That your book then?’ ‘Ha ha, what a right plonker that bloke must be, you make it up or what?’ ‘I know I ‘ave me problems with the fiancé but that Jack, well there’s one born every minute, know what I mean, eh?’ Well, actually, yes Jack, I do know what you mean.
More can be found here
Miss Riff-Raffles Competition
I wish to invite you to join the Miss Riff-Raffles competition which we will be running at riff-raffles.com over the High Season between 1st November, 2007 and 31st March, 2008. I want to make it perfectly clear that I am NOT asking the readers of this forum to daub make-up over their faces and don a bikini – it is a respectable Blog I am endeavouring to run after all!
Full details of the competition can be viewed on the Blog, however, the rules are simple. Find a lady, take a picture with her holding a copy of Riff-Raffles and then send the picture to the Blog – the exact address for the pictures can be found on the Blog. You can send as many pictures as you wish but only one of each girl. This can be your wife, your girlfriend or just a girl you meet whilst out on the town. Visitors to the Blog will then be able to vote on who they think should become Miss Riff-Raffles.
Please note that no nude or topless pictures will be posted – the girls can be dressed as sexily as they wish but must be clothed!
We are presently running a preliminary competition up to 1st November featuring some of the girls pictured by the Blog Administrator on his recent visit to Pattaya. Shortly you will be able to vote for the ladies who appear in this. The winner of this preliminary event will automatically be entered into the main competition.
At the moment I am in discussions with a leading Pattaya media group, several clothing retailers and one of the area’s top restaurants. Once these negotiations have been satisfactorily concluded I will be able to reveal more information on the competition prizes. I am hoping to be able to offer a substantial clothing voucher from a brand name retailer for the winning lady and also offer dinner for two, plus a bottle of good quality wine, to the sender of the picture of the eventual winner. It is also hoped that the media group concerned will help promote the event as well as carry pictures of the winners in their publication.
There will be five runners-up prizes of a signed first edition of the sequel to Riff-Riffles which I expect to be published around March 2008.
I hope that many of you will either submit pictures or join in the voting of what we hope will be a fun competition.
