The Disappearing Girl in Pattaya
This story takes place on my third trip to Southeast Asia, which was in February 2023, before moving to Cambodia to work in the diving industry. Before arriving in Cambodia, I spent 6 weeks traveling through Thailand as I wanted to explore more of the country that wasn’t just Bangkok and Pattaya. I started in Chiang Mai in the north and ended my journey in Hat Yai in the south. I had a lot of diving booked around many islands.
Meeting Joy in Chiang Mai
I landed in Chiang Mai, got myself a SIM card from one of the desks in the airport, and booked a Grab to my hotel. After showering, I went straight out to explore. I met an old Kiwi guy in a bar and discussed the here and there of Thailand and life in general. This is also where I met Joy, who worked behind the bar. After chatting and playing pool with her for the rest of the afternoon, the money in my wallet had depleted, so I had to pop back to my hotel to restock.
Before I knew it, it was 12:00 and the shutters of the bar were coming down but it was business as usual and the beers kept on flowing. 2:00 a.m. arrived and Joy and I stumbled out of the bar and towards my hotel. All I can say is what a night. Waking up with her in my arms felt good. I had a tall book that day, so we got dressed and I left the hotel. I was expecting a request of 1,000 baht for her time, but she just turned around and left. That night I returned to the same bar and hung out with Joy again. I saw her four nights out of the five nights while I was in Chiang Mai.
The Disappearing Girl in Pattaya
The night I didn’t see Joy at the bar, I went to an entertainment complex I had heard a lot about. I was coaxed into one of the bars by a beautiful girl who had long black hair and who was wearing a short blue tartan skirt and a blue blouse. I had a few drinks with her, brought her and her friend some drinks, and after a little negotiation I paid her bar fine and off we went.
Getting back to my hotel, she demanded some money straight away. After the usual shower ritual, we get into bed. She pretends to be tired, saying, “I stay with you, we can have aerobics in the morning.” So I popped to the toilet, returning to find she is no longer in my bed and is nowhere to be found. All of my valuables were locked away, so I wasn’t worried about anything missing. The next night when I went back to see Joy, all was good in the world again.
Exploring Pattaya Gentleman’s Clubs
Eventually, the time arrived for me to leave for Pattaya. After saying an emotional goodbye to Joy, I was in the air again heading for Bangkok. My hotel was called Selena Place I must recommend it. It was cheap, clean, and quiet, and good quality for the money.
I wanted to check out a gentleman’s club. On entering, my jaw dropped. It had beautiful girls dancing on podiums and girls in bikinis and lingerie sat around with customers. I caught the eye of a girl who came to sit with me. After aerobics, we go downstairs, I have another drink with her, and I leave.
On the way back, I saw an absolute stunner standing outside another gentleman’s club and with only enough money for one drink for myself and a lady drink I approached her and asked if she wanted to drink with me. She said yes. She was trying her best to get me to stay with her short time, but I couldn’t as I didn’t have the money on me.
A First Ladyboy Experience in Pattaya
It was closing time. Leaving her bar, I’m texting my friends back home and I walked past many ladyboy bars they were trying to invite me in, which I politely refused. Looking at Google Maps, I realized I’ve walked the wrong way, so I had to walk through the gauntlet of ladyboys again. Curiosity got the better of me, and I thought, “One drink won’t hurt, and I’ve heard ladyboys are great fun to hang out with.”
It was the end of the night. I only had a few hundred baht on me for a drink for myself and a lady drink, so I thought I was safe. This is where things get strange. I’m chatting to a very attractive ladyboy, and she’s getting touchy feely with me all the time. I was thinking how weird this felt, but I had enough alcohol in my system that I didn’t care. She realizes I’m not going to bar fine her, so she started to lose her enthusiasm. I finished my drink, thanked her for her time, and I leave.
As soon as I left, I bumped into a ladyboy freelancer. She took me by the hand and we talked for a while. She convinced me to take her to my place. She was attractive, long black hair, and a great body. She definitely knew what she was doing and was very eager to please. I had an amazing time with her, and I thanked her for her time and for being so nice, as it was my first experience of this type. It was still the strangest experience I’ve ever had, but again, I’m okay with it.
On New Year’s Eve 2019, I was in the capital of Cambodia, and I nearly went with one before I found out she was a he, and I left the bar as soon as I could. I wasn’t interested at all. What a difference 3 years makes.
Lumpini Park Monitor Lizard Encounter in Bangkok
The next day I’m on the Pattaya to Bangkok bus. I was staying on a soi off Sukhumvit Road again. I visited the usual tourist spots. On the way back to my hotel, I walked through Lumpini Park which is next to the hospital to see the resident monitor lizards that live there. I have friends that keep monitor lizards, so I have experience with them. Observing the other tourists in the park being scared of them and keeping their distance, I think I was the only person getting close to take photographs. I did get a little close to one, and it gave me a warning swipe of its tail. Luckily, I recognized its body language and managed to dodge it which just missed my face. If it had made contact with my face, it would have ruined the rest of my holiday as it probably would have broken a few of my bones.
The Post-Op Ladyboy Revelation
That night I wanted to see the boxing at a stadium. Not wanting to go alone, I put a message on one of the Facebook travel groups asking if anyone wanted to join me. This is where I met a young Polish guy on his first trip to Thailand that was also traveling solo. This being my new friend’s first trip to Thailand, I gave him some advice on the entertainment that can be found in the country. After the boxing was over, I said I would take him to Khao San Road.
Getting a taxi back to my hotel, I go to the bar opposite my hotel. This is where I met Suphan a very attractive 30 something year old who was wearing a tight fitting long dress that had a split up the side. Her English was really good, and we sat talking until closing time. I paid her bar fine and walked a few meters across the road to my hotel for some private company. I was really enjoying my time with her, so I asked her to stay all night. She told me that she couldn’t that night, but she could the next night.
The next night I sat with her and her friends outside her bar, and my new Polish friend sent me a message asking what I’m doing. Wanting to know how his night went with a ladyboy, I invited him to join me at the bar. When he arrived, he told me his story of his previous night’s experience but commented that he didn’t enjoy it and didn’t want to repeat it.
I bar fined Suphan for a long time, and the three of us headed for Sukhumvit Soi 4 and to Hillary’s, which was full of freelancers. After a few beers, he gained some of his confidence and went off to the dance floor to find some female company of his own. After about 20 minutes of not seeing him again, I went to look for him, and sure enough, he had found some company. I returned to Suphan and told her the news. She was curious about my friend’s new companion, so she went to look for herself. She returned laughing to herself and told me that she knows the person and that she is a post op ladyboy. Hearing this, I too laughed, turning around just in time to see my friend being pulled out of the bar by his new companion. Not wanting to burst his bubble, I wished him a fun time.
Suphan and I had a few more drinks and then left to finish the night off back in my hotel.
Bangkok Dating Stories from Siam Paragon and Terminal 21
My name is Mr. Majestic on the internet alter ego for internet purposes. I’m an Indian expat born and brought up in the Middle East. I used to be in the pickup and dating industry where dating coaches teach men how to meet and date women. Obviously, this was ages ago.
I’m 30 years old now, in good shape, running my own online fitness business where I help people optimize their physique and health, and I can speak English, Russian, Arabic, etc. I’d like to think I look fairly decent.
Meeting a Woman at Siam Paragon Mall
I went to Thailand for the first time in 2022 when I was 27. A lot of men think the bars are the best places to meet women, which is a big scam. Neither are dating sites, because everyone grows a pair behind the screen but few look like how they actually portray themselves online. Instead, shopping malls are the best places.
Right upon landing in Bangkok, I went to Nana not for the bar girls, but I actually like to drink beers to lighten up my mood. From there, I catch the BTS back to Siam Paragon Mall. I approach 10 girls a day and get a few numbers which I convert into dates, and if I vibe well, I invite the girl back to my place for a quick drink but I only take this step if I see that she responds well to my escalation of moves (could be a kiss, could be a clench of the palm, etc.)
In the food court of Siam Paragon, I met this pretty girl with short hair and curvy legs. She was in a group of eight people and didn’t understand a word I said, but most of the communication is non verbal, so I tried to signal my interest towards her by coming close to her in a smooth manner. Using Google Translate, I got her LINE ID and invited her out for a date.
She came dressed in a decent amount of skin being shown which is a good sign. We had a drink, and I tried to kiss her and she rejected me which is a good sign because she at least knows my intentions. From there, I invited her back to my place for a drink, to which she agreed. When the funny business started from both our ends, she said she wasn’t ready, which I understood.
So we went to my rooftop where I wanted to drink some beers. When I do so, I start cracking really lame jokes. She found that really charming and said that she’d like to meet me again. The next day she called me and said that her friends were going to eat some food next to my place and that I should join them. So I did, and then I told her that I’d like her to come back home with me to which she agreed. She came back, and that was it. I never heard from her again, which was great because I usually portray myself as a type of guy for the adventure fun.
A European Dating Encounter at Terminal 21
A day after this incident, I went to the gym and was returning back. On the way back, I drank some beers. I was in a pretty good mood. I noticed a European girl who was bending over to adjust her camera to take a timer selfie. The way she was bending over simply brought out the shape of her bosom. So I approached her and told her that I found her pretty attractive obviously not in a creepy way, but in a calibrated way. It’s not what you say but how you say it. She responded with a cheeky “thanks” and said that I look good too.
I got her number, text her, and she agreed to meet me the same day. I went to Terminal 21 to meet her, and she was dressed in an amazing purple dress that showed a lot of her assets, if you know what I mean. I dressed well too, and when I met her I immediately saw her pupils expand. I made some boring chitchat, and I told her that I was very attracted to her and wouldn’t mind spending time in a Thai prison for kissing her to which she said, “So what are you going to do about it?” and I kissed her.
From there we caught the BTS and went to the same bar where I took the previous girl. We just couldn’t keep our hands off each other. In these cases, I simply pulled back because the highest form of game is where she chases you. From there, I invited her back to my place, and she was eager. But when we reached, she said it is her time of the month. I asked her to come to my rooftop again where we started talking, and I was drinking some more beers. Occasionally, the make outs got heavier, and I said, “Let’s go down to my room.” She agreed, and it was just the last day of her period and the best aerobics I’ve ever had.
When I meet women, I purposely wear a Casio watch and plain clothes and never mention my business. That usually comes after the aerobics, and their attention towards me goes up.
A 2010 Colombia Trip After an 18-Year Promise
It was 2010. I was divorced, my kids were grown, and at 46 I was finally ready to fulfill a promise I made to myself back in 1993 to visit Colombia. A month before my trip, I figured it would be a good idea to find a local tour guide preferably a woman who could also be a potential girlfriend. So I posted an ad on Colombian Craigslist. Five women responded, but one by one they all dropped off except for one. Her name was Carolina.
She was 28, had an 8 year old daughter, and told me her uncle owned a taxi and could drive us around. That sounded perfect.
When my plane landed in Colombia, I went through customs and exchanged money. Back then there were no apps on my BlackBerry I had to write everything down and manually calculate the conversions. As I exited the terminal into the main lobby, I was met with a crazy scene. People were shouting and cheering like a celebrity had just arrived. Turns out they were just excited to see their loved ones.
I scanned the crowd for my petite 4’11” tour guide, and there she was holding a sign with my name on it. Relief and excitement washed over me. My dream was finally coming true.
I had prepared for potential obstacles. I spoke zero Spanish, and at the time I was told iPhones didn’t work in Colombia. To compensate, I made flashcards with essential phrases like “take me to the police,” “where is the ATM,” “I need the bathroom,” “I am hungry,” “please take me to my apartment,” “I need a doctor,” etc. I had everything covered.
Carolina’s uncle drove me to my lodging the Arlington House Apartments and she visited for about 30 minutes before heading home. Before leaving, she made the sign of the cross over my chest a blessing, though at the time jokingly I worried it might be a voodoo curse. She promised to meet me at 9:00 a.m. for breakfast the next morning.
Carolina, Giovanni, and Colombia’s Gold Museum
I went downstairs at 9:00 a.m., but she didn’t show. By 10:00 a.m., I had already eaten and was starting to wonder what to do. I asked the front desk if they could recommend an English speaking taxi tour guide. They all said at the same time “Giovanni.”
Giovanni arrived around 11:00 a.m., singing “Hotel California” by the Eagles, though his pronunciation made it sound hilarious. Just before we left, Carolina and her daughter showed up, so we decided to tour together. We visited the Gold Museum and several other attractions, with Giovanni acting as our translator since there were no translation apps back then.
Meeting Sophia in Colombia
That night, as I lounged on my sofa, curiosity got the best of me. I came across a website featuring stunning women who could visit for $130 for an hour and 20 minutes. That’s when I saw her my dream girl, Sophia. I hesitated but eventually called the number listed. They said she would arrive soon.
I had never done anything like this before and was nervous as hell. What if it was a scam? What if she looked nothing like her pictures? As I sat there waiting like a six year old on Christmas Eve, I suddenly heard the distinct sound of high heel shoes clicking against the tiled floor. My heart pounded. I peeked through the peephole, and there she was.
I opened the door. She stepped inside and, in a slow, sultry voice, said, “Hello, Steven.” At that moment, I almost lost control. We made small talk before getting down to business. I wanted to make the most of the experience I had even taken the little blue pill, which I’d never done before. Let’s just say that night was fabulous. I felt like I could part the Red Sea.
Before she left, I told her my birthday was in 3 days but I had to leave in two. I might never see her again, so I asked her to kiss me like it was the last kiss of our lives. She looked irritated. “I don’t kiss my dates,” she said flatly. But then, after a moment, she smirked. “Oh, you big baby. Come here.” She pulled me in and kissed me until I was breathless. It was the most intense kiss I had ever experienced in my life. In that moment, I wanted time to freeze forever. She left, and I never saw her again but she left a fire in me that still burns today.
That was my first trip to Colombia. 15 years and over 60 trips later, I’ve worn out three passports. Today, I live in a small town in Colombia a beautiful suburb and if you or any of your family ever visit, my door is always open. I keep my two bedroom, two bath apartment year round. Colombia changed my life forever, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Hurricane Andrew and a Promise to Visit Colombia
Hurricane Andrew hit Miami, Florida, and the surrounding areas in 1993, causing massive damage. I was sent there for insurance work, managing a crew of seven men. To motivate them, I promised them a free night at Mettie Silk’s Wild Horse Club, where drinks were five bucks each and women danced on the stage.
As the next dancer took to the stage, she seemed to glow. I’m not easily impressed, but I fell into a trance. 5’3″, olive skin that shimmered, sea green eyes, and long black hair that looked like it had been painted by the midnight sky. I had never felt so helpless, weak, and completely infatuated with a woman before. It was as if my soul had become a prisoner in that moment. I needed her like I needed air. She danced without trying to get tips, which was unusual.
When she finished, she moved from table to table asking for tips. When she reached mine, I told my crew to go play pool. She asked if I liked her dancing. “Yes,” I said. “Where are you from?” She replied, “Colombia.” I told her, “You must be the most beautiful woman in Colombia.” She laughed and said, “No, I’m average.”
I told her, “Look, this might sound forward, and I’ve never done this before, but I must have you.” She laughed again and said, “That man over there said the same thing and offered me $500 for a night’s visit.” I told her, “That man can’t see the total beauty you possess but I do. I’ll give you $1,000.” I also told her that if she spent the night with me, the rest of my life would have meaning. She looked at me with such sincerity and affection but said she just couldn’t.
I promised her and myself that one day I would be on a plane to Colombia. Though two bad marriages and my kids growing up, I finally made it to Colombia in 2011. Marcela lives in my heart now and always. Dreams aren’t meant to last unless we cherish them in our souls.
