|Western women, yesterday|
For reasons too depressing to reveal, I was playing host to some visitors to Bangkok recently. A coach party of Issan nymphomaniacs, lost en route to a Bangkok support centre? Sadly not. A gang of Japanese businessmen, so eager to find a bar guide that they’d happily supply me with more beer and women than even I could possibly consume? Again, no.
It seems my karma must have taken a hit recently. They were western girls – friends of a friend, who were in Bangkok for a few days, and in need of a guide. The horror.
“We want to see a ping-pong show”, one of them told me. I groaned. Mindful of an unpleasant recent Patpong show-bar experience, I thought I’d play it safe and take them to the Long Gun on Soi Cowboy. Oddly enough, ping-pong balls are actually one of the few imaginable projectiles that are not part of the Long Gun’s inventive and imaginative gynaecological demonstrations.
The fat farangettes seemed comfortable enough with the shows, but had their first major hissy fit at the sight of a middle-aged guy (I’d guess late forties or early fifties) smooching with a twenty-something Thai girl. “That’s disgusting”, they frothed.
“Why is it disgusting? I hope I’m still sleeping with twenty-something Thai girls when I’m fifty. Better than sleeping with fifty-something Western women, any day. Now that would be disgusting”.
They couldn’t tell me exactly why I was wrong, but were sure that I definitely was.
Two Fat Ladies, Eighty-eight
Another bar, another bombshell. “Why have the girls all got number badges on?”, she asked.
I laughed. “Um, so that customers can make an order”, I grinned.
“Oh, so you can call them over for a lap-dance then?”
“Er, no. We don’t really have lap-dancing in Bangkok. Not that I know of, anyway. There’s no point”.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, why would you pay for a lap-dance when you can have full sex for less than the cost of a single dance in the UK?”
“OH MY GOD, ARE THESE WOMEN ALL PROSTITUTES?! IS THIS A BROTHEL?!”
“This is disgusting. I wouldn’t sleep with any of these disgusting guys for any money”, she said.
“Don’t worry, I’m sure none of them will ask you to sleep with them”, I just about managed to stop myself from replying.