Dodger
February 18th, 2007, 19:23
IтАЩm just sitting here reflecting and thought IтАЩd jot a few things down. No, actually, IтАЩm not reflecting, IтАЩm attempting to rationalize my perceptions, but thatтАЩs a matter for me to sort out.
After breaking up with Boy Special a year ago my plans were firmly set. I would continue my search across the sex laden tundra of LOS in search of the perfect match. Excellent planner, as I always am, I had all of the prerequisites mapped out well in advance: First, he had to have stunning good looks with the ability to rock-my-world in the sack. He would be college educatedтАж speak fluent EnglishтАжhave a feminine (but not campy) personaтАжand prefer the тАЬbottomтАЭ role. Mr. Perfect would also be well detached from the тАЬworking sceneтАЭ and come from a self sufficient family who doesnтАЩt need to survive on foreign aid. No, better yet, he would not have any family at all.
Two years ago I launched such a search after networking with a boy who seemed to have these characteristics. We met via the internet on the Thailand.Out Gay Website. He was, and still is, a wonderful person in all regards. We spent six weeks getting to know each otherтАжmet the familyтАжmet the friendsтАжtraveled to a few fun places togetherтАжbut something just wasnтАЩt right. He just didnтАЩt rock-my-world sexually. He had great looksтАжhad the feminine persona (not campy)тАжpreferred the bottomтАжblahтАжblahтАжblahтАжbut the SPARK just wasnтАЩt there. So, back to the butterfly trail I went.
Not one for giving up, I planned to continue my search reassuring myself that there was no race. I still have 8-10 years before I can even think about early retirement, and frankly, IтАЩve never put any stock in long term relationships from across the ocean anyway. My plans then shifted back to just enjoying life for a while as a Butterfly again. But the strangest thing happened.
Two years ago I met a gogo boy when he first came to town. He is a real doll. I took him off several times during my holiday and really liked his company. Being in the fast lane at the time, I never really looked back. But I always liked him.
For those who read my last trip reportтАжthis is the boy who I ended up spending my last holiday with. For me, it was a real change from the past. For him, it was even a more drastic change. I was not accustomed to having the same boy in my bed every night during my adventure time тАУ and he had never even spent an overnighter with a farang before. He was, at the time, one of the most profitable working boys on the scene. Stated differently, he was one of the biggest sluts IтАЩve ever cum across (pun intended) in my life. He was so popular that after a few short months of bouncing his buns on the gogo stage, he was out on his own working as a free lancer. He was one of those guys who would go off with three, sometimes more, farangs in one night. He was a real short time expert, and preferred that method as it paid the highest dividends. Yes, anyway you carve the turkey, he was a master slut.
Then thereтАЩs me. I used to sit on the airplane on the long flight home trying to remember how many different boys I slept with and usually came up with an average somewhere around 15 stretched over my normal 7-8 week holidays. LetтАЩs see, thatтАЩs 15 boys each holiday тАУ times two holidays per year тАУ equals around 30 boys per year. After eight years of regular visits I guess IтАЩve slept with approximately 240 different boys. Now thatтАЩs even hard for me to imagine, but itтАЩs the truth. So I guess one thing I figured out is that my new BF and I have at least one thing in commonтАжweтАЩre both sluts.
Here I was, bonding with this boy who didnтАЩt come anywhere close to fitting my vision of Mr. Right. He wasnтАЩt college educated. Conversely, he was expelled from elementary school back at his home in Si Saket for slapping some boy in the face who apparently made fun of his makeup. At the time, his command of the English language was limited to a few of those тАЬwhere you come fromтАЭ blurbs, and I can always tell when his intellectual limits are being stressed when he squints his eyes trying to figure out the plot in the fucking cartoon. He eats with his mouth open, leaves his dirty dishes scattered all over the place and sees ghosts. He knows I like to kiss, so he puts 2 ┬╜ pounds of those little red dynamite chiliтАЩs in his food right before coming to bed so I burn my fucking tongue off during foreplay.
I came to understand more about his true nature the first time I went to visit his home. The reason I refer to him as тАЬmy little monkeyтАЭ is based on my very first vision of his home. Like most Thai dwellings, his familyтАЩs home was constructed of warped slants of teak wood which somehow supported an old tin roof which was partially collapsed from the heavy rains. Inside this dark dungeon-like dwelling was a stack of bamboo floor mats which served as the familyтАЩs beds. There was no electricity or running water. The children in the family had the daily task of going to a nearby stream to fill their rusty buckets with enough water to use for cooking, washing clothes and bathing purposes. There home is located right in the thick of the jungle giving a first time visitor, like yours truly, a feeling like a giant python was about to leap out of the bush at any given moment, and once, one nearly did.
The family spends most of there time cleaning and gathering food as the father earns a few satang by driving a delivery truck back in town. They eat all of their meals out on the front porch. No, not sitting on swings and flower covered carousels like families do in Georgia, but by sitting their asses down on a hard wooden floor.
After returning to the condo after that first experience with the family I had a new set of perspectives to deal with. I had learned a lot. IтАЩm not confused at all anymore about his preference to linger in the shower for an hour at a time. I also feel this little pain inside my chest every time I see him gazing at those cartoons as if theyтАЩre the greatest spectacle on earth. IтАЩve also lost all those negative feelings I had about his sluttiness. At that point. I understood his motives with crystal clarity. It was my own motives that needed to be explored.
Since the 8 weeks we spent living together and learning about each other, our relationship has bonded into, at the very least, a true and wonderful friendship. We are lovers of course, but my assumption is that I enjoy those aspects of the relationship far more than he does. I have to remind myself that someone who has literally nothing тАУ will do just about anything to get something. And from that, I will try to avoid the perception I had of him in the earlier days. My little monkey plans to return to school after my next April-May holiday is over.
Much to the amazement of his friends in Boyzville, he left the working scene behind and returned home to live with his family. His mother and father came to gather him and his things from the condo on my departure date back to the U.S. The house now has electricity and I provided the family with a 32тАЭ Sony TV with CD player, which IтАЩm sure is now hypnotizing half of the village. The money I send him each month is very modest in my budget, although enough to allow the family to start making some basic repairs and modifications to their dwelling.
My last holiday in October-November was a first for me. I had never dedicated all of my time to one person, nor did I ever envision myself doing this with a working boy, but it was probably the best decision IтАЩve ever made. We talk on the phone every Sunday morning at 10:00 hrs Thai time, which will be just a few hours from now. We really donтАЩt say much to each otherтАж him with his limited ability to speak English тАУ and me with my even more limited command of Thai, but it will be nice. We just keep repeating the things we want to do together when I return.
Now all I think about is the fact that I couldnтАЩt even begin to say тАЬwhere you come fromтАЭ in Thai, when we first met, let alone, even begin to understand where he really came from.
In April we will be spending 10 days in Si Saket to enjoy a more subdued Songkran celebration with his family members. On 19 April, which of course is the big Splish Splash Day in Pattaya, he and I plan to be wed. The ceremony will take place in the small village of Koh Han, with is just off the ThaiтАУCambodian border. We chose this place because of the waterfalls we both love so much, and the fact that itтАЩs close to where the majority of his family members reside. After our wedding we will fly to Koh Samui for a little time alone. Then itтАЩs back to the condoтАжthe dirty dishesтАжthe endless cartoonsтАжthe sightings of ghostsтАжand, of course, those hot fucking chilli's.
So, there you have it. One middle-aged ex pot smoking hippie from Chicago, marrying a goofy 22 year old lady boy slut from the jungles of Thailand. Now, who with half a brain would give this relationship a chanceтАжnot manyтАжLOL. But I look at it this wayтАжlife is not a destiny тАУ itтАЩs an adventure.
Mai pen rai
After breaking up with Boy Special a year ago my plans were firmly set. I would continue my search across the sex laden tundra of LOS in search of the perfect match. Excellent planner, as I always am, I had all of the prerequisites mapped out well in advance: First, he had to have stunning good looks with the ability to rock-my-world in the sack. He would be college educatedтАж speak fluent EnglishтАжhave a feminine (but not campy) personaтАжand prefer the тАЬbottomтАЭ role. Mr. Perfect would also be well detached from the тАЬworking sceneтАЭ and come from a self sufficient family who doesnтАЩt need to survive on foreign aid. No, better yet, he would not have any family at all.
Two years ago I launched such a search after networking with a boy who seemed to have these characteristics. We met via the internet on the Thailand.Out Gay Website. He was, and still is, a wonderful person in all regards. We spent six weeks getting to know each otherтАжmet the familyтАжmet the friendsтАжtraveled to a few fun places togetherтАжbut something just wasnтАЩt right. He just didnтАЩt rock-my-world sexually. He had great looksтАжhad the feminine persona (not campy)тАжpreferred the bottomтАжblahтАжblahтАжblahтАжbut the SPARK just wasnтАЩt there. So, back to the butterfly trail I went.
Not one for giving up, I planned to continue my search reassuring myself that there was no race. I still have 8-10 years before I can even think about early retirement, and frankly, IтАЩve never put any stock in long term relationships from across the ocean anyway. My plans then shifted back to just enjoying life for a while as a Butterfly again. But the strangest thing happened.
Two years ago I met a gogo boy when he first came to town. He is a real doll. I took him off several times during my holiday and really liked his company. Being in the fast lane at the time, I never really looked back. But I always liked him.
For those who read my last trip reportтАжthis is the boy who I ended up spending my last holiday with. For me, it was a real change from the past. For him, it was even a more drastic change. I was not accustomed to having the same boy in my bed every night during my adventure time тАУ and he had never even spent an overnighter with a farang before. He was, at the time, one of the most profitable working boys on the scene. Stated differently, he was one of the biggest sluts IтАЩve ever cum across (pun intended) in my life. He was so popular that after a few short months of bouncing his buns on the gogo stage, he was out on his own working as a free lancer. He was one of those guys who would go off with three, sometimes more, farangs in one night. He was a real short time expert, and preferred that method as it paid the highest dividends. Yes, anyway you carve the turkey, he was a master slut.
Then thereтАЩs me. I used to sit on the airplane on the long flight home trying to remember how many different boys I slept with and usually came up with an average somewhere around 15 stretched over my normal 7-8 week holidays. LetтАЩs see, thatтАЩs 15 boys each holiday тАУ times two holidays per year тАУ equals around 30 boys per year. After eight years of regular visits I guess IтАЩve slept with approximately 240 different boys. Now thatтАЩs even hard for me to imagine, but itтАЩs the truth. So I guess one thing I figured out is that my new BF and I have at least one thing in commonтАжweтАЩre both sluts.
Here I was, bonding with this boy who didnтАЩt come anywhere close to fitting my vision of Mr. Right. He wasnтАЩt college educated. Conversely, he was expelled from elementary school back at his home in Si Saket for slapping some boy in the face who apparently made fun of his makeup. At the time, his command of the English language was limited to a few of those тАЬwhere you come fromтАЭ blurbs, and I can always tell when his intellectual limits are being stressed when he squints his eyes trying to figure out the plot in the fucking cartoon. He eats with his mouth open, leaves his dirty dishes scattered all over the place and sees ghosts. He knows I like to kiss, so he puts 2 ┬╜ pounds of those little red dynamite chiliтАЩs in his food right before coming to bed so I burn my fucking tongue off during foreplay.
I came to understand more about his true nature the first time I went to visit his home. The reason I refer to him as тАЬmy little monkeyтАЭ is based on my very first vision of his home. Like most Thai dwellings, his familyтАЩs home was constructed of warped slants of teak wood which somehow supported an old tin roof which was partially collapsed from the heavy rains. Inside this dark dungeon-like dwelling was a stack of bamboo floor mats which served as the familyтАЩs beds. There was no electricity or running water. The children in the family had the daily task of going to a nearby stream to fill their rusty buckets with enough water to use for cooking, washing clothes and bathing purposes. There home is located right in the thick of the jungle giving a first time visitor, like yours truly, a feeling like a giant python was about to leap out of the bush at any given moment, and once, one nearly did.
The family spends most of there time cleaning and gathering food as the father earns a few satang by driving a delivery truck back in town. They eat all of their meals out on the front porch. No, not sitting on swings and flower covered carousels like families do in Georgia, but by sitting their asses down on a hard wooden floor.
After returning to the condo after that first experience with the family I had a new set of perspectives to deal with. I had learned a lot. IтАЩm not confused at all anymore about his preference to linger in the shower for an hour at a time. I also feel this little pain inside my chest every time I see him gazing at those cartoons as if theyтАЩre the greatest spectacle on earth. IтАЩve also lost all those negative feelings I had about his sluttiness. At that point. I understood his motives with crystal clarity. It was my own motives that needed to be explored.
Since the 8 weeks we spent living together and learning about each other, our relationship has bonded into, at the very least, a true and wonderful friendship. We are lovers of course, but my assumption is that I enjoy those aspects of the relationship far more than he does. I have to remind myself that someone who has literally nothing тАУ will do just about anything to get something. And from that, I will try to avoid the perception I had of him in the earlier days. My little monkey plans to return to school after my next April-May holiday is over.
Much to the amazement of his friends in Boyzville, he left the working scene behind and returned home to live with his family. His mother and father came to gather him and his things from the condo on my departure date back to the U.S. The house now has electricity and I provided the family with a 32тАЭ Sony TV with CD player, which IтАЩm sure is now hypnotizing half of the village. The money I send him each month is very modest in my budget, although enough to allow the family to start making some basic repairs and modifications to their dwelling.
My last holiday in October-November was a first for me. I had never dedicated all of my time to one person, nor did I ever envision myself doing this with a working boy, but it was probably the best decision IтАЩve ever made. We talk on the phone every Sunday morning at 10:00 hrs Thai time, which will be just a few hours from now. We really donтАЩt say much to each otherтАж him with his limited ability to speak English тАУ and me with my even more limited command of Thai, but it will be nice. We just keep repeating the things we want to do together when I return.
Now all I think about is the fact that I couldnтАЩt even begin to say тАЬwhere you come fromтАЭ in Thai, when we first met, let alone, even begin to understand where he really came from.
In April we will be spending 10 days in Si Saket to enjoy a more subdued Songkran celebration with his family members. On 19 April, which of course is the big Splish Splash Day in Pattaya, he and I plan to be wed. The ceremony will take place in the small village of Koh Han, with is just off the ThaiтАУCambodian border. We chose this place because of the waterfalls we both love so much, and the fact that itтАЩs close to where the majority of his family members reside. After our wedding we will fly to Koh Samui for a little time alone. Then itтАЩs back to the condoтАжthe dirty dishesтАжthe endless cartoonsтАжthe sightings of ghostsтАжand, of course, those hot fucking chilli's.
So, there you have it. One middle-aged ex pot smoking hippie from Chicago, marrying a goofy 22 year old lady boy slut from the jungles of Thailand. Now, who with half a brain would give this relationship a chanceтАжnot manyтАжLOL. But I look at it this wayтАжlife is not a destiny тАУ itтАЩs an adventure.
Mai pen rai