Bangkok Hotel Surprise and Thai Police Help

This was not my first trip to Singapore but it was the first trip traveling alone no other business associates. I think the year was 2014 or maybe 2013. I had mapped out ahead of time where I was going to stay at the Hotel Jen because it was located near to Singapore‘s Orchard Tower or the four floors of working girls. All of this was recommended by a good friend with whom I had visited Asian hotspots.

In Orchard Towers there are many bars to visit and I was on my own. He warned me to be cautious as there were many ladyboys to stay clear of not my thing. In and around Orchard Towers he made a recommendation proceed up the escalator and try the first bar on the right. If I did not find anything interesting there then try the others. But this bar was safe management made sure to run any ladyboys out; only real girls were allowed.

You walk through a small set of doors I think there was a small bar entrance fee or two drink minimum. The actual bar was huge and filled the middle of the room with every surround inside filled with guys and girls it was a pretty even mix of guys and girls. The band was playing on one side but the dance floor really just a dance area in front extended near the bar and could probably hold 40 or 50 couples. Hoping I’m painting the picture this place was huge inside and absolutely filled with gorgeous girls mostly Asian but others as well. I will say there was probably 300 girls in this singles bar. Most were however paired up.

So I took my beer and slowly circled the bar both surveying the beauties and occasionally trying to speak with a few girls. I’m not the slick bachelor type. I was 60 at the time and the girls ranged from 20 something to maybe in their 40s. In Thailand it was easy picking up girls you just talk to them bar fine them deal done. Here none of that applied. I learned later that the girls here are a mix of freelancers girls just out for the night party goers and couples. What I also learned later was that many of these girls were from all over Asia because they could come into Singapore on a tourist visa then they could party for a few nights and pick up significant money because Singapore is so wealthy compared to surrounding Asian countries. There were girls of every race you can imagine.

I was literally like a kid in a candy store.

On my first lap around the bar I saw this gorgeous beauty. She gave me a glance as I tried not just to stare at her. As I said I was never the ladies’ man but actually I’ve been blessed as I’ve gotten older I never feared paying for aerobics and I could afford to. Also most Asian girls seem to enjoy my conversation. Knowing that our pain has not bruised my ego as long as these Asian beauties enjoy my talking with them. The viewpoint in the West is that these are working girls and somehow lesser persons. What I instead have found is each of these girls has a story if you take the time to really get to know them and can get over what they do to survive.

Orchard Towers Night in Singapore

The night was still early so I slowly walked and talked chatting with more beautiful ladies. On my second loop around the bar there she was again. I’m sure some of you guys know the feeling you fear you just cannot go up and talk to the most beautiful girl in the room. You think of yourself as maybe a three or a four and there she is a ten. What the heck? I told myself go after the best looking girl. If she brushes you off so be it. Of course most Asian girls don’t really see Westerners as a three or a four since I have fair skin and blue eyes Asian girls are so fascinated with my blue eyes (at least I tell myself that).

So I start up a conversation with this beauty and offer to buy her a drink. A little small talk and then I ask her if she’d like to come back to my room I am close by at the Hotel Jen. I tell her. She asked for 500 Singapore dollars and we finally settle on 300 Singapore dollars that’s about $220 US at the time. I’d never paid that much before but the girl is a solid ten and I’ve never been with such a beauty before.

We catch a taxi for the few blocks back to the hotel which was an easy walk but she was in heels and it was still very hot even at this time of night. We arrive in my room and I had a bottle of wine chilling there. We had a drink. Then she asked for a shower and asked me to join her. As she dropped her dress I could hardly keep it together. She was definitely the most beautiful girl I’d ever encountered. She seemed to enjoy toying with me to send me into excitement.

We did the deed and then she sat back with a glass of wine and talked. She was from Hanoi where she worked as the executive assistant to the owner of the largest rug factory in Vietnam. Her job required her to act as a translator and she was fluent in Chinese (both Mandarin and Cantonese). Her English was flawless with almost no accent either. Of course her native Vietnamese. She also said she spoke a little Russian as well. She had to travel everywhere the boss demanded they go. I read between the lines she was also acting as a mistress for the boss anywhere they traveled together.

So how was it then that she was here and not at the boss’s beckoning call? Turns out that once a year the owner of the factory took the family wife and two children on a week long holiday. She was not to be anywhere near them or around. So she took this week to treat herself to her own little vacation in Singapore.

After a short rest we went at it again. She was very much into the aerobics and I could tell she was enjoying herself I’m certain it was not faked (or at least I convinced myself of this). At this point we were exhausted and fell asleep as I had this little beauty cuddled up in my arms. I was awakened by her plan to bring me to an arousal for a third session with a morning wake up. After we finished she put on her dress and asked if I could take her photo as she was as a memory I never wanted to forget. She struck her model poses instantly and I have that photo to this day. How she could be ravished three times and still look incredible? For one night I got to know what it was like to have this beautiful exotic mistress.

Freelancer Friend Surprise in the Hotel Room

This is a short story about the last time I was in Thailand. I think it’s somewhat funny and hilarious how this worked out. Only in Thailand they say.

This was around 2005 and I was in my 20s at the time. I met Cindy at a club in Bangkok near one of the discos. Cindy isn’t her real name I think it was something like Pong but she preferred her Western name. She was Thai about 22 and spoke a small amount of English and we were able to communicate easily. Apparently she had broken up with her Swedish boyfriend a month prior and was living with him in Sweden but returned to Thailand.

When I met her we were clubbing and stayed out late and I took her back to my place. She was definitely very beautiful and I was lucky to spend time with her. I proposed that she stay the next day with me and I’ll give her some money to cover her expenses. She was a freelancer and I find that they want money up front just to show you’re not some kind of cheap loser and that you can afford her. But over time they usually just want an allowance. I don’t want it to be transactional and you can normally tell if the girl is only with you for money it just feels so shallow. I think the money aspect is important because obviously if you’re not taking care of her then she has to work.

I would rather have her be by my side and having fun with me and clearly the right girl would want this too.

The first week was great. She was a lot of fun to hang out with and we had a lot of fun together. We went to various nice restaurants and tourist traps together and generally had a good time. This girl was definitely my type she was very beautiful but also good in bed and very affectionate and caring.

The second week was where things got a bit rough. She started being a little flaky. She would have to run home for something and then come back and meet me very late. We’d agree to meet for dinner and she wouldn’t show up until hours later. Women in the US are flaky too but I just really dislike it when people are disrespectful of my time. I’ve tried to get better at this I know I’m in a different culture and if it happens once or twice I don’t care. But when it’s continually it’s really not fun and just becomes a huge waste of my time. I tried talking to her about it but it didn’t get better. So I ended our relationship.

A Night With the Hanoi Assistant

She was very upset at me and just started to be mean through text and I didn’t want to deal with her being rude to me so I didn’t text her back. I had a bad day because of it and I really wanted to head over to Koh Samui so I just focused on my plans.

Anyway I go out that night with a new girl named Nit I met her on Thai Friendly. She was very beautiful too and I really liked her. Her English was a bit better than the other girl I was talking to so we clicked well and we ended up going dancing after dinner. It’s about 100 a.m. and I ask if she wants to keep spending time with me. She says yes but that she’s very tired and has to go home it’s a long drive. I offer her to stay at my hotel and she accepts. Now at this point I’m definitely tired I’m just thinking sleep. We’re both tired from the dancing so I just wanted to go back and crash.

When we get back to the hotel and take a shower I think the magic just took hold. So we’re lying in bed together fooling around. Just then I hear a knock on the door. I ignore it as I’m in bed with my girl and I don’t want to be bothered. I just assume it’s the hotel about something stupid that can be ignored. Then I hear Cindy‘s voice. She had come to the hotel and wants to come into the room. She’s insisting. I’m freaking out a bit. I mean I’m not cheating on her or anything but I don’t want drama plus she was mean and rude to me in her text messages and I don’t want to deal with that.

Then I go to the door and I see that the door didn’t quite close properly and she’s pushing open the door with the latch flipped allowing the door to open about two inches which is why I can hear her. I’m having a full on panic attack now with Cindy asking to come in and Nit on the bed. I guess I don’t want Nit to think I’m a liar because I was actually single I don’t like to lie or cheat in my life. I don’t see the point it’s a lot less stressful and I don’t like having anxiety.

I’m telling Cindy she needs to go home and that we can talk tomorrow when Nit comes up to me. She sort of pushes me past closes the door pushes back the latch and lets Cindy into the room. They hug. Now I’m completely confused. Cindy comes into the room as if she owns the place and Nit and her sit on the bed together. Apparently they were good friends and would send photos of the men they were having dates with and share their profiles and gossip about their dates. They both realized they were dating me because of my Thai Friendly profile pic and Cindy told the whole story about me and our date. They decided to play a joke on me and boy it worked. They really got me.

The next morning they kept laughing about it over breakfast. The three of us ended up being an item for the remaining two or three weeks I was there. They were fun girls. Cindy was just having a bit of a rough patch I think and was mostly better after that point. I think about the two of them often and the time we had together even though it was decades in the past. I think Thailand makes you look at relationships differently because they never end at a bad point you always have to go back to your own country which ends a relationship so you can think about these without any of the potential drama that ends up destroying normal relationships.

Missing Son at Patpong and Thai Police Help

Our story of Thailand is quite different. Your stories mostly evolve around foreigners dating the wrong girls. We go for arranged marriages not between our nationals but within the tribes we belong through an arranged setting. Therefore very rarely you will hear of Gulf Arabs trying to tie the knot with any foreign girl let alone a bar girl.

The following is my friend’s story which I’ve heard a number of times each time we meet at a bar. This story has to come up. As English is not my first language I will be writing this story as if it was mine.

A little over 20 years ago my wife and I decided to spend two weeks in Thailand. We landed around our summer months must be July or early August. The three of us my wife our child and myself. On my first day we landed and we headed to Patpong Road to do some street shopping.

We Arabs are unlike people of the West where you would see couples walking along and holding hands. With my wife about 200 meters behind me I would look down the sois and see what was happening for me to discover when I went back alone. Walking far ahead of my wife also encourages her to walk past different stores faster giving me the ability to shop and it also helps me to save money.

I must have walked about 300 meters away when I noticed my wife was not around. Patpong is really a crowded place and I waited near a 7 Eleven and still she was nowhere to be seen. So I decided to walk back to look for my family. Walking back slowly I came across a crowd circling an individual who I immediately recognized as the “mad woman” when I heard her cries no offense but that’s the nickname I call my wife. Pushing through the crowds I saw her raising her hands head up looking to the skies. This wailing goes in steps and I’m quite aware of them screaming crying gasping for air. I caught her at stage three wailing where the hands come down she hits herself on the head. Stage one is where you extend your arms horizontally and scream as tears flow down your cheeks.

I approached her and tried to confront her. “What’s happening? Why are you crying?” I asked her. She looks at me and says “Our son has gone missing in the crowd. I can’t find him” still continuing to cry. My wife is actually hysterical at this point. There is a large group of Thai people around us and the police are now en route. I tell her to calm down as the police are very good at finding missing people.

Patpong Police Station Relief

When the police arrive they told me to take my wife back to the hotel and immediately come to the police station to talk with them. When I got back to the room I grabbed a beer from the minibar before heading to the police station. Our wives know we occasionally drink and they object to it but we still have the odd beer anyway. As a rule we generally don’t drink in front of our wives out of respect for them. But in this situation we were obviously in the same room and I needed the beer to calm down. I took the unfinished beer with me in the taxi.

Arrived at the police station to be met with policemen smiling at me. I thought they were making fun of me because I had a beer but actually my son was standing beside the policeman. Between the time I first discovered my wife crying and saw my son again at the police station was about two hours. I can tell you it was the worst two hours of my life. I never did ask the police where they found him. I just gave them the traditional Thai “wai” and left with my son.

When I got back to the hotel and my wife saw my son with me he was saved she was more hysterical than when she actually had lost him. I grabbed a whiskey from the minibar it had been a stressful afternoon. Needless to say my wife never said a word about the whiskey.

Brakes Failed on a Philippines Mountain Road

I just watched Volume 207 and it reminded me of a story that happened to me.

I was stationed at a small military site in the Philippines. I had my family with me which I paid to bring to the Philippines. When we needed to do a grocery shop we had two bases we could go to. One was Clark Air Force Base 125 miles away and the other a smaller base 35 miles away with a smaller commissary in the mountains. We chose to go to the base in the mountains. So my wife my infant son and three house girls piled into my convertible and drove to the mountain base located 35 miles away. We shopped got a good run then headed home down the mountain. Not sure how high the mountain was but we had a beautiful view of the jungle and rice terraces below.

Not sure how far we had driven but suddenly my brakes went. The road had a high wall on one side and a huge drop off on the other side. I was guiding the car down the mountain hoping we didn’t meet any oncoming traffic hoping to find a spot that would allow me to stop the car. I finally found a place next to the cliff where I managed to drag the car to a stop in an area mostly of dirt so there was no damage to the car. After the car cooled down we tried it and the brakes seemed to work again. So we drove home carefully watching to see if they were going to fail again. I had my mechanic go over the brake system and make any repairs he found necessary and everything seemed okay after that.