Its been a while since I checked back on this thread….
Maybe will try to continue although recently been a lot more laid back.
Wow, has it been 5 years already? I’ve grown older that’s for sure. No longer part of the mongering scene unfortunately. Things have changed so much but brings back such nostalgic memories.
Nothing to be proud of but those were indeed the days.
Rereading the stories written three years ago, I realize I sound like such a pretentious douche. I hope I’ve changed.
Wow, its been 8 years since I started this thread. So many things have happened since then and rereading these posts makes me so nostalgic.
Will try to write something more recent so can look back on it after another decade. Lol
In the space of a decade, we grow a little bit older, a little bit wiser, a little less carefree and a little more cautious. Now, I have a girlfriend I love and cherish and wouldn’t want to hurt for all the money in the world, yet the distance between us in our long distance relationship makes me search for some extra spice every now and then. I feel guilty but accept that this is who I am. Not a good person maybe, but just a man with a sickness for affection.
Gone are they hedonistic days of spending thousands on playing out a scene straight out of “Pretty Women.” In the 20s I was a dreamer, using money to create a fantasy of romance and adventure. Now I just found myself needing a pretty face every now and then, a svelte warm body lying next to me.
I was stationed back in Singapore a while back. The country was no longer the playground I vacationed to once or twice a year to collect memories, but the home I found to love and enjoy. After years of abstinence in which I haven’t even thought of the pay to play scene, I found myself to again drawn to the seedier side of life. It all arose from a period of boredom. The girlfriend I adored was in a busy point in her career and we couldn’t find the time to link up as often as we used to, and the distance of a few thousand miles between our cities sometimes felt more than the few hours of flight time it acutally was.
A little browsing, a few smses, and that’s how I found myself in a small studio condo near little India, visiting a thai girl name “Pom”.
Now other than a short little trip to Thailand, I’ve never had the pleasure to really know any thai girls. In my younger days, it was always paramount that I could joke or converse with the girls and the fact that I had no fluency in thai or vietnamese usually deterred me from engaging with Viet or thai-bus. I make my living with words so it really pains me if I engage someone who I can only communicate with gestures. However gone were the days when the streets of Lorong 8 and 10 would be filled with Chinese SYTs you could pick and choose, the 10s of girls huddled in the Darlene Hotel car park, dressed to the nines. Well beggers couldn’t be choosers and I hoped Pom could speak English well.
After the necessary song and dance with the operator, I pressed the doorbell of the unit I was finally directed to and the door opened onto a little piece of heaven.
(to be continued…)