number of partners you've had (anonymous). Something Sean would like :)

[rockerreds]

More than Kant,fewer than Hugh Hefner and Bill Wyman.

[Harry]

Lost count..............

[springrite]

And what of Don Giovanni 1003 partners in Spain alone....how is he supposed to vote in this poll  ??

1004 before the end of the opera.

[Mark]

Three. And I've never had a one-night stand. 0:)

[BachQ]

Three.

Does your wife know?

[Cato]

Mr. Sean!

Why exactly do you want to know this?  Is it for a Sociology 101 report?

[Mark]

Does your wife know?

Yep. She's the third of the three. I was with a woman for nine years before I married my wife, and before that, I had an intense, eight-month relationship. But I'd need all my fingers and toes (and then some) to count the number of ... ahem ... 'opportunities for relations' (to use a euphemism) that I've passed up since I was 17.

[маразм1]

Mr. Sean!

Why exactly do you want to know this?  Is it for a Sociology 101 report?

cuz i'm bored.  and the forum is getting lame...

yawwn.

[Cato]

cuz i'm bored.  and the forum is getting lame...

yawwn.

Poor baby!

Crank up Leo Ornstein's Suicide in a Diving Airplane   

That should wake you up!   0:)

[greg]

cuz i'm bored.  and the forum is getting lame...

yawwn.

you never post anywhere outside the diner, maybe that's why?

[locrian]

Do farm animals count?

[Novi]

Do farm animals count?

Only if they're 'distinct' apparently.

[locrian]

Only if they're 'distinct' apparently.

They stanct all right.

[mahlertitan]

Pierre Woodman supposedly had more than 3000 partners.

[Sean]

Hi people, I'm not registered with this forum any longer, I'm kind-of trying to get a life... Anyhow Marazm1 & Cato etc, I offer earnest assurance I have no interest at all in 'prostitutes'- they are totally, completely boring and unfulfiling, needless to say. I started a thread once where I said I'd slept with plenty of girls, many in Thailand, and I have some old notes below for you on that: if you haven't been there I might say you've hardly lived...

I'll do you one more post, which will likely get deleated...

Thai nightlife

Thai culture's approach to the emotional and sensual has many differences to the West's, especially in its English-speaking countries, and initial examples of culture shock include the views down Walking Street in Pattaya or Sukhumvit soi 4 in Bangkok and their rich flux of people and possibilities, complemented by the luxuriously hot and sultry climate. There's a continuity with ordinary life that leaves them mystified as to what your inhibitions can possibly be: unhappiness and repression exists in the bars and nightclubs of the West rather than beyond it- young people struggle badly to meet each other, even to make any friends at all, in their alienated, fragmented materialistic environment; their society gives little idea about how their emotional life is supposed to work, indeed is antithetical to it, and the numbers of stressed, dejected faces in the Western nightclub is sickening, the whole situation for them abusive.

Western thought is articulated and compartmentalized whereas much older Asian thought is holistic and understated, with cultivation of the individual built into the social structure; many cultures have an unbounded character, with for instance even words, buildings and shops blended into each other. Western socialization by contrast brings the naivety of foregrounded ideas, self-consciousness, immaturity and a lack of confidence that feeds on its own cloistered lies about the world- in England it's really hard even to feel an adult at all. Walking past the park by the Emporium on Sukhumvit you may see dignified groups practicing tai chi while others fly kites: in British parks you see antagonistic skate-boarding, strong larger, obscene language, resentment and fear. And once up above soi 4 was a giant hoarding of a beautiful woman looking concerned with a man kissing the side of her face and smiling reassuringly, underneath reading 'The power of gentleness'- romance doesn't occupy such a place in the West.

Western norms define only themselves and are thus antagonistic towards all others, whereas those of Asian cultures typically have the civilized quality of compatibility: they're more abstract and less conceptual, more intuitive than discursive or intellectual and more accommodating of Dionysian thought- rather than Apollonian rationale and its accompanying fear that it isn't fundamental. Toleration is fundamental to Buddhism and similarly Hindu temples may have not only Shiva or Vishnu images but side alters to the Virgin Mary or Mohammed for instance- both emphasize the existence of different paths to enlightenment and are central expressions of holistic Asian thought. Cultural norms and religion are beyond rational account and fundamental to one's outlook: the Thai Buddhist background and its emphasis on what is not is inherently non-confrontational, embracing all possibilities and reflecting intuitive interconnection; by contrast, the absence of non-Christian images in churches reflects the prominence of restrictive, arbitrary dogma and principles, and closed systems of thought.

Western Christianity's gross denial of sexuality, integral to its offensive concept of suffering at the basis of life, contrasts with Asian images of mortals having sex with God and complex phallic and erotic imagery found in temples and routinely throughout society. In the Western medieval there was better understanding of the links between sex and the spiritual but modernity's rationality and overwhelming shift to articulated thought has hindered the awareness of God and the unity integral to our relationship with the world. An instance of the lack of disjunction between Thai religion and sexuality are the Buddha alters, with candles and incense burning, found in or around pick-up bars or parlours, which all wai to as they pass; everywhere retains a sense of quiet, the whole beneath the surface, providing a harmony free of confused principles or simplistic, fixed conceptualisation about life: everything is possible, because everything in life really is.

Articulated thought in Asian cultures is confounded and split up, making concentration in the usual Western sense quite difficult: in the Thai language for instance vowels keep cutting in, defying the articulating consonants- the very sound is open and light, not seeking arbitrary closure and the castles in the sky of lost mental processes. Likewise there are constant obstacles on pavements blocking route and vision, skytrain stations obscuring views down the road and eye level machinery at supermarket checkouts once again bouncing the attention back, hinting at interconnection rather than things themselves: it brings a mature non-specific focus and sophistication. As with all non-Western countries Thailand has an unreality about it, a fundamental disbelief in material life- the signs and lights of businesses for example don't quite look like they mean it and everywhere there's a slightly carefree attitude, reflecting Buddhist doctrines of changeability and impermanence rather than attachment to the ever-changing material world.

Thai culture normalizes sexuality in its fullness and boundlessness, endowing life with tremendous energy and vigour: the scope and range of possibility embraced suggests even it's a country of the future, with huge potential and a durable base for massive development. It's an open and limitlessness culture with a sheer power and compass of thought; there's complete unselfconsciousness and lack of opprobrium in for instance Pattaya's naked dancers, high quality erotic shows with their wide range of costumes and routines, and the availability of genuine relationships with fabulously beautiful girls.

It's something many Westerners have difficulty handling, and their response is sometimes to make a fool of themselves in the bars: against all manners they'll dance on the stage with the girls or be obscene, all with confusion and helplessness on their face; also revealing are the men filling Pattaya nightclubs, getting drunk and completely wasting their time, when there are beautiful girls to meet across the street in the bars- bargirls routinely see Westerners as crazy. Despite sex being central to life and well-being, in their countries it's continuous with disgrace and disapproval.

Happy hours at bars can be popular with Western expatriates: the rowdiness, badmouthing and fights that break out, aggravated by an underlying fear of and hence contempt for the culture they're in, particularly from the English, is shocking: the Thais with their understatement and grace are horrified and it only highlights the differing levels of civilization. Also instead of all speaking quietly as the Thais do, so each can hear their own conversations undisturbed, their unbelievable attitude is for each to shout above the rest: they simply bring their culture with them and want desperately to think it's superior- it's the mindlessness of savages and hooligans and an atmosphere of antagonism and violence lying just below the surface. They'll even stare in jealousy and hatred at you, all as in England, a pathetic strategy inviting a fight, because you're talking to your girl and her friends at the next table- and this may be in Nana Plaza where there's thousands of girls to talk to, yet they're so spineless and ineffectual they haven't got it in them to charm any one of them.

Once you know them, girls talk with openness about sex- the giving of oneself in sex is much less a barrier since its unity with life is maintained at a high level: sexual matters that come up in conversation that in the West would be deeply problematic are considered and dismissed easily; many girls also are excellent in bed and know what they like. There's much to gain and always the girls look for long term relationships- it's a place to meet a few girls and then marry one. Few places offer such opportunity and scope for self-improvement: the sense of maturity, authority and freedom here underlines just how infantile and pathetic a place like England is- it's hard to believe such a backward little place could exist even on the same planet.

The shows and bars, especially those attracting the most beautiful girls, are enormously sophisticated, embracing the rich complexity of personal relations and their requirements and possibilities. The men look to the girls and their power and choice- many girls are tremendously confident, accomplished, super-cool, observant and with anyone's movements and expressions counting, real on-edge stuff; they're in touch with their sexuality yet imperturbably demure. Likewise in the well-prepared shows, especially Angelwitch and previously Polo, they take great satisfaction in sexual expression and being watched and admired, really into it, writhing on beds, using all kinds of gear and sometimes having a bash at Christianity, for instance routines with feet washing or strapped on phalluses under nuns cloaks: it all takes place behind a thick intoxicating gauze, providing some of the most important and fantastic culture shock in the world.

You can watch them deciding who to talk to and who're the more attractive propositions as providers and protectors: they're under no obligation to go with anyone and will make their excuses if there's anything about you they don't like or you make mistakes. You need to be really with it and once agree to leave with you, expect you to be their boyfriend- always take her to a good restaurant, other bars or pool hall, and avoid short-time, it's crude; take name and email cards for special girls. One of the best things you can then do for her, or a massage girl, of course is to see her a second time- this makes her feel justified and is of much importance for her standing in others' eyes.

Thailand is a great place to be a girl, they're put on pedestals like nowhere else and everywhere dress in beautiful sexy clothes- it's a feminised culture, poised, delicate and watchful, the language soft and rounded and thought holistic rather than linear. The girls are a phenomenon: I've visited over 60 countries and here has the highest proportions of beautiful and extremely beautiful women; for the most part I'd far rather go with a Thai than Western girl- their personalities are endowed with a lift and sophistication that is totally disarming and feminine.

There's very little prostitution here. The relations between people aren't broken down into arbitrary categories but instead subtly blend with each other, which of course is their natural quality. If you treat a girl well you'll be treated likewise, this being the only reason the scene works so well; every woman looks for a man who's sorted and got ahead in the world, with the money to look after her, and it's important she takes some regardless how well you know her- especially if you're from a developed economy. She's unlikely to count it or even look at it, or not take it graciously though: the affluent man is also more attractive- wear a good shirt, trousers, shoes and expensive watch, and book into a comfortable mid-range hotel; a good physique will add a lot to your credentials.

The Thais are immediately talkative, readily having conversations and intelligently flirtatious. To go to a bar and talk and play games with someone, them responding in a human way to seeing you alone and being pleased to meet you, is such a contrast to the reserved and bitching, frightened attitudes at an English bar, everyone too afraid to say a thing. The hostility, snootiness and whatever sick and ludicrous barriers there are between them shows how far they've lost their very humanity, regarding such socializing as too forward or at best a curious novelty- life a novelty. I can't underline enough how gross and offensive their normative background is; people go to the same bar for 20 years, notice each other there over all that time, never exchange a single word and think that's normal: coming from such psychosis and perversion the impact of these places can be life-changing.

The Thais talk very quietly with others around, showing respect for their presence; on the subway or skytrain mobile phones are used sparingly, usually with a hand to cover the mouth or moving to a wall, acknowledging the interference that may be caused. Westerners, using not just phones but all manner of ridiculous equipment attached to their heads, think how clever and important they are discussing at volume their work, life or whatever rubbish; the English language even spoken quietly sounds like the speakers are having to try hard, whereas Thai naturally sounds discreet and calm. Moreover there is more good fresh food, and the 7-11 shops sell very little chocolate and only in small sizes, not the huge arrays of juvenile indulgence: the West's high proportions of obese people reflects its greed and consumption of a large majority of the world's resources.

There are guards positioned at skytrain and underground stations, and also even in subway walkways- everything's civilized, safe and upstanding with no chance for drunks or creeps to invade: no confused ideas about thugs' rights are entertained or shocking conduct excused as individuality. Hualampong station is a good example of the quiet simmering intelligence, contrasting with the scattering of Westerners there with their silly clothes and aggressive stance, trying hard to be positive, in a culture already providing the assurance and clarity they're looking for. There are also orderly procedures on the trains, with more movement than necessary around being discouraged, people vacating bunks themselves in the morning well in time for bedding to be cleared, and designated guards looking after each carriage.

However the world generally is losing much with the recent postmodern developments and all cultures have been slightly bevelled, perhaps not in underlying ways but at least superficially. With Western influence Thailand isn't quite as powerful or exciting an experience as it was in the mid '90s- even the music is less cheerful, melody obliterated by driving rhythms as materialism obliterates other life concerns in the West.

[karlhenning]

I'll do you one more post, which will likely get deleated...

So why not post about music instead?  Chances are good such a post would not invite deletion 

[Cato]

Tsk!  Let me send Sean to Murray Head:

"One Night in Bangkok
Makes a hard man humble
Not much between despair and ecstasy
One night in Bangkok and the tough guys tumble
Can't be too careful with your company
I can feel the devil       walking next to me"

[Sean]

Haven't posted this before, couldn't care less but at risk of deletion...

18 Days Bangkok & Pattaya etc, spring '04

Day 1. I get the airport bus to Sukhumvit Road and check into Dynasty hotel, past Nana Entertainment Plaza on soi 4, B990/ night for a good room. Midday go for the first, and last, time to this Annies massage parlour across the street by Rajah hotel (never stay at this dive). Entirely disappointing, a run-down place with ten 6-7s mid-late 20s; I let them recommend a girl- who knew nothing whatsoever about what she was doing. One straight sex and was out in 45 minutes- basically a waste of B1500+200 tip. Have a beer and get a little sleep.

6pm go to Barons by soi 24, two skytrain stops down. Excellent selection, if hard not to feel a little awkward choosing your masseur talking to her directly- try be relaxed so the girls are also. B600 for oil massage, uncovered oral, massage and full sex; get on with her really well, B500 tip- value for money. It's 8pm, one stop back down skytrain to soi Cowboy, off soi 23 and try Midnight bar- naked dancers but poor selection, one interested in me, bought her a drink but no more. Also call at Dollhouse next door, having far more talent, though still not what I'm looking for.

Back at NEP, Angelwitch on middle floor has a high proportion of katoeys and some obvious same-sex activity- not for me. Hollywood Two on top floor used to be one of the very best bars but a little mediocre by the time I get there. However there's an 8 that gets my attention- she finishes dancing and I pick up my drink and bill and go over to her: girls always like this, singling them out in front of all their friends- use what charming lines you can. It goes well and I barfine her- I'll call her G, and take her to the excellent but still competitive Nana hotel restaurant, then to the pool bar a block or two down Sukhumvit.

At Dynasty I tell her I'm too tired for love, though still put incense on and open some wine; she falls asleep against me still dressed, watching TV. Takes shower in middle of the night and is quite affectionate, but straight sex only in the morning, when she's not much turned on- maybe a mistake there.

Day 2. I leave B2000 with her bag and we breakfast downstairs before walking with her to the skytrain; she wants to see me again but though I like her, she's a little too quiet and I make no promises. At 6pm go to Barons to see the same voluptuous girl again- calling out for her with all the others there really buzzes her up, and in the room just keeps laughing. Very enthusiastic and wants it; a session there really sorts you out.

I call in at Dollhouse again- a girl there had really caught my eye last night and she knew it. While watching her and stupidly wondering what to do, the track finishes and she comes over to me, never losing eye contact. Y's even more gorgeous up close and we leave for food; some sex later but she can't do long-time- a case of being reluctant to say this in the bar, even though she's very pleasant. I don't mind- three girls in a day is enough and I find her B1500 before she goes.

Day 3. Before going out I ask the room maid for a new shower cap in its package, and she smiles knowingly- you don't want to leave one out used by your last sweetheart. Tried Lisa traditional massage on soi 22: in most of these joints the masseurs haven't had proper training, Thai massage need never hurt, and they seem to think you always want a hand job; still a few other guys there though. Okay, B400+500 hj; other staff may like to voyeur and constantly chatter happily in Thai- I get asked out by one.

These sorts of places are incomparable with the harder-to-find proper room and girl who can get really excited over touching you, ready to be well seduced at the end, real tension and buzz: there used to be a terrific place on Sukhumvit near the Hilton I think, but it's gone now. A good Thai massage makes you feel refreshed for several days.

Go to buy Y at Dollhouse a drink or two and say goodbye as she still can't do all night. At about 11pm I call in at Angels disco: nice dance routine with five girls but the place is way too respectable with just couples and a few single men- maybe gets more interesting later but I'm not waiting any longer.

I go to Rainbow Two, far right hand corner of NEP ground floor. The place rocks. Only a few seats left, the stage full of 8s and 9s with a number of indescribably beautiful girls, the most finely crafted features and perfectly proportioned- some definite marriageable material here. One girl makes eye contact, even though she's on the far side, and I ask for her. M is another wonderful girl, really intelligent and speaks English well; later find out she's 23. A meal in Nana restaurant and she has such presence she asks me why I'm shy; I tell her make love in the morning, but at the hotel she has other ideas. Despite a little diffidence it seems I've turned her on well enough: by the time I give her oral she's really wet, but after a while she wants to get on top, and finishes herself off there. Really intimate and affecting girl, well worth B2000.

Day 4. In the day I find some traditional Thai dancing entertainment for M and me later, but it starts too early. I call at the bar at 7pm and they phone her for me, presently arriving looking beautiful- I pay her barfine then. Through a masterpiece of stupidity I've already had a Singha beer, and have another here: consequently I'm not quite up to it and at a popular restaurant corner of soi 5 I spill things and make so many little mistakes I feel like Woody Allen.

However, back in Rainbow M has a good time showing off having been barfined again; the more bored and serious I look in there the more girls seem to surround me. The place is seething and again full of Japanese; M says 60 girls or more per night get barfined here, if so that's B250 000 per week in barfines alone- no wonder this scene is a third of Thai GNP. Finally she suggests a drink in Voodoo bar upstairs- not many dancers but still a few ravishingly beautiful.

M knows I'm going to Pattaya and asks to come. Okay, I weigh things up and pay her four days' barfine- the most important thing for me on this trip is to get to know a girl over a long period of time; will help her as usual with her own money. That night I don't much need sex but lying and talking with her she gets round to saying she's horny, and of course from that point I have to take the lead and hold her still as I kiss her. Same stuff that she likes, especially mouth to breasts but also have her on all fours and sitting above for oral, before her finishing on top, and straight for me.

Day 5. M makes me wait while goes home to pack some stuff- later telling me she was testing me a bit to be sure I'm serious about her. Bus it to Pattaya, under three hours, from Ekamai station on Sukhumvit and check in to Apex hotel on Second Road near soi 12, where I've been before: big mistake not to see the room before as it's not good enough and I'm very annoyed they have nothing else- the place is showing its age. Go walking with M and check emails- her written English is also good.

She doesn't want to see gogo bars, though does show some interest in the boy-bars street downtown. For two days most of the bars in town aren't serving alcohol due to a government restriction relating to an election- actually seems very civilized to put a stop to that damn stuff for once. I have a set of ropes with me and ask her if I can tie her up- this is a great laugh for her, but although I've got her thinking she says it's scary and we just do it as usual; having her satisfied every night is sure good for the ego.

Day 6. Check out of Apex into Eastiny hotel on soi 8- B880 for great room, good pool and restaurant. Take M to beauty salon in one of the shopping malls for hair and nails stuff, a few clothes, bits of cosmetics and ice-cream shop; I only let her pay for small things. Need to be sharp and think ahead all the time. She also has an oil massage at the hotel, teasing me saying she'll have to take all her clothes off; but she always likes to know where I am and doesn't let me out of sight for long. Spends time in the bathroom in evenings getting ready, emerging an absolute million dollars for taking out.

Day 7. Buy M some shoes; usual ice cream and ice-coffee stops- shopping bores me to death. At night M suggests we have a drink at a gogo bar and go to Supergirl off Walking St, though she's not really keen and we soon leave. Plenty of glamorous katoeys towards the end of Beech Rd, talking to farangs. The staff at Eastiny have great fun watching guests come in with their companions: little jokes like emphasizing 'Good night sir'.

Day 8. In the room she takes a call in English and goes to the balcony to answer it. Hopefully it's another farang boyfriend- I'd feel less bad when I know she's not the last girl I intend to spend a night with (I reason to myself that she'd understand if she knew what rubbish the social scene is I have to face back in England). There's also the fact that she's sleeping with me tonight, not him. Buy her a handbag and jeans; order food to the room and sex before go out this evening- both well satisfied. Last night she sensed I was finding it a bit boring and had me laughing all day.

Day 9. Wake up just before check out to return to Bangkok- the trip's gone extremely well so far, as it's always done, so I'm going to Cambodia from there for a few days; I promise to see her again before I have to go home. M then says she'd rather take a taxi alone than the bus: there are several reasons for this but I wonder if one is possibly to give me the chance to stay in town a little longer. Once she's gone I pause for thought and book into Sunshine hotel, next to Eastiny- B1030 and an excellent room- must recommend this place.

I try Sabai Rooms massage parlour on Second Road by Big C mall and soi 3. Very poor. Many plain girls and the place really run down; a standard soapy but one covered oral was enough. This was my second and last massage parlour on this trip- I really don't think things are what they were a few years ago when more establishments ensured girls knew their skills well, hence also meaning they were more quietly confident and alluring. And for body to body, soap is a cheap alternative to oil, which can be an amazing turn-on.

On the night I first go to Living Dolls, Walking St- not so strong with a smallish stage but the best looking girl speaks to me. Happy a gogo nearby has some fine women but it's Superbaby I head for next, opposite Supergirl: these two have the same management and layout and the slightly smaller Supergirl has been my favourite bar in the past. Be cool and much intrigue and chemistry may be found, and I've had some absolutely unforgettable girls from here. These two bars are rightly regarded among the best in the country and buzz with some of the world's most beautiful women; certainly only those with high levels of physical appearance dance here.

I swap double glances with No.43 in her seat, one of the most drop-dead gorgeous girls, before she gets on the stage. She knows she's a 9++, but I can also tell she's looking for a guy who can see through her and give her and her life a good seeing to. She moves off the stage and I look for her to go over. I lose sight of her and eventually realize she's right behind me talking to some other guy who it seems has already asked for her, and presently barfines her. I'm really wild about this. At least he seems reasonable. I join another exquisite girl but she turns out to be young and shy- it can be hard to tell ages with the lighting in bars. I quit, still fuming, and go to Supergirl.

One of the waitresses takes my eye, but after a while I find myself looking at a pretty dancer with shoulders to melt your cold heart. L's only been there a few months and doesn't speak English well but slowly I coax her interest, get a waitress to translate that I don't want to make love that night so that I'm sure she understands, and ask her to the restaurant. We go to Sharky's just inside Walking St, before returning to Supergirl at L's suggestion, for sake of her standing of course. Later lying next to her she sure is some turn-on, a very sexy girl, but I only kiss her gently.

Day 10. I leave B2000 for L; after breakfast I get her a couple of tops and pair of shoes at Royal Garden mall. She offers to show me her room, we take a couple of motorbike taxis and I'm as courteous as possible. Meet her in the bar at 9pm: after she changes we stay there a couple of hours for her to underline her second barfine, and I guess for me to buy some drinks there. Seduce her in the room, and what a kisser she is; won't quickly forget making love in the half-light to such a gorgeous piece of craftsmanship. However, though she really likes me and I do what I can, she's quite young and I don't think she comes.

Day 11. More love in the morning; after breakfast and check out of Sunshine we take a walk round Big C mall, but can't persuade her into anything more than ice-cream and having her hair dyed at a salon. She's delighted with this, and I'm forever contented- kisses me on the lips and I bike it to the bus station for Bangkok. She's the sweetest girl and her subsequent emails are very touching indeed.

Day 12. I buy a Lonely Planet guide and rail ticket to the Thai boarder for early morning, stashing excess baggage in a Dynasty hotel deposit box. I avoid Rainbow Two, but get a drink in Rainbow One- good selection, and the small Red Lips on the opposite side- one or two infinitely beautiful girls, if a little young: both its walls are mirrored so the place looks larger. I go back to Hollywood Two to find G, who's very pleased to see me; after showing me off and drinking in the bar in a prominent position we eat and go to the room and talk, but nothing more. I offer her the room as I have to leave 5am, but though she wants to stay she can't and I leave B1500 by her stuff; she's a wonderful, relaxed girl.

Days 13-16. Go to Cambodia for Siem Reap, Angkor and around Battambang. A great number of the tourists at Angkor's mighty artistic achievements are just the most clueless idiots with no proper respect at all for this amazing place. This fabulously rich and ancient culture produced something that the West, with the pop culture it constantly pumps out like raw sewage, could never begin to match. Yet by a conservative official estimate, 40% of the population are in severe poverty: the world's an immoral mess, the distribution of wealth skewed way beyond any kind of justification. Plenty of stunning women with great personalities- different features to the Thais and darker skin.

Day 17. I've emailed M to meet up and we go to a restaurant on soi 22 with her sister and a friend. Play pool at a beer bar where M tells me not to look at the girls when they call out to me; I show her some Cambodia photos but she still keeps asking what I did there and checking I slept alone. Usual sex at Dynasty.

Day 18. Another round again first thing, then get M some ear piercing. Before meeting in the evening near where she lives, I call at Hollywood Two as it's opening and give B500 and a card to the staff to pass to G- I won't be able to see her again as I'd hoped. Go with M to her room where she tries to get me to seduce her, lying abandoned on the bed; I kiss her, though her sister arrives before I can get her undressed. She has several large posters up of couples in romantic embrace: again, this culture unflinching recognizes the centrality of emotional life. We swap photos, and she asks me anxiously what I did that afternoon (not much). On the night her friends join us at another inexpensive but quality restaurant M knows, but they understand that one night of their expenses is enough for me, and soon leave us to it.

We go to the pleasant little bar opposite Rajah hotel entrance and then to the room for a final time, something I know she's been planning since I told her this'd be my last evening- she wants one last sex session. I quiz her why she's asked me about paying a barfine when she appears to have the day off, my steely tones only appearing to turn her on all the more. We talk and I say enough, but she says she's already wet and is naked in moments. I remind her I still haven't tied her up, but she does seem reticent; okay, I've made her come every day and know I've treated her well, and it's still a real send-off: my flight is at 2-30am. I offer her both the room or to see her back home, but after checkout I just buy her some flowers before she gets a tuk-tuk and I taxi it to the airport, looking at her photo.

My chances of being in a position to meet anyone like these girls where I'm from are remote in the extreme. I'm through with my own background and conscious of the problematic character of Western societies generally; my next trip planned is a lengthy one to Africa.

[BachQ]

I'm trying to get a life

....... best of luck with that ..........

[Sean]

Cheers Karl. I've got some head-sorting to do though.