My #1 & #2 Thai men ... (a celebration)

[Smiles]

. . . with whom I shall be soon reunited within 3 weeks: the first to slip between the sheets with for two or three days straight, and the second to purchase a few cans of Spam for and to settle into our little doggie love affair which has lasted for quite a bit longer than the multitude of Dodger's BFs (which is by the way the (quantitative) Golden Touchstone by which all Thai BF encounters described here on Sawatdee are judged).

Received my 12 month retirement visa in the mail this morning, and the celebration of anticipation starts officialy from this day until sprouting wings at YVR.
One would think the desire to be back (home?) would slightly diminish on each trip, but for me the opposite is the case. I still take great childish joy in choosing aisle-or-window ... relishing my beer time in a little hole-in-the-wall bar at Narita (where I was even recognized by the Japanese bartender a year or two ago) ... loving the (seeming) little hop-skip-and-jump of the 2nd leg, 6-hr flight ending up in Bangkok, cruising past the screaming touts at Suvarmapumi arrivals, searching for Mr Suphot's big sparkling white choppers in full-grin 'somewhere' in the crowd (he always finds me first) ... and the great heaving slow-kiss once in the car deep in the darkened corner of the airport parking lot building ... and then the tired drive, the Bangkok hotel for a 3-nighter re-examination of "everything" ... and then our life together starts over once again for the next 8 months.

A joy from start to finish, sometimes with minor bumps (not unlike the plane ride itself), but by every measurement I can think of, a successful Thai/farang relationship that seems to have 'enduring' written all over it.

(Oh yes, and it's his birthday today (Aug 22 now in LoS) . . . as good a reason as any to raise a glass)



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And then there's Number 2: A grand mutt of a Thai dog, who by any other circumstance would be grungy, thin, and soi-locked, but who ~ by good luck of the moon (I am told) has found the beach chair consession of Mrs Shampoo in Hua Hin. This good fortune (and it is shamelessly defended by strength and imperiousness by himself and two or three underlings) provides him with an excellent menu of throwaways, outright gifts of chicken pieces, spring rolls, grand portions of sea bass (well-grillled thankyou) and a can of Spam a day from myself.
This is a dog content ... a happy life producing the biggest and most beautiful bedroom eyes this side of Mr Pot, and they are dangerously hypnotic to all farang who enter The Territory. " ... Scratch my ears ... turn me over, rub my belly ... run with me to the ocean ... play in the surf with me ... feed me when I get tired ... let me sleep under your chair ... let me purr (yes!! he actually purrs!) when you approach (for I know you will do all I ask) ... pass the spam, dipshit! ... "

A joy from start to finish ... I should steal this dog and take him home. But he won't let me. He will run like crazy back to the beach ... where life is easy and no one tells him what to do.



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Cheers ...

[Beachlover]

Wow, that arrival scene is described in great detail

Your boyfriend is hansome

my mom always told me....if you have nothing good to say, better not say anything.....
so I am gonna keep quiet.

[Wesley]

Congrats Khun Smiles

all the best

Wes

uh...Who's getting the Spam again? :scratch:

my mom always told me....if you have nothing good to say, better not say anything.....What did she tell you about going to foreign countries and screwing the young men there?

Both adorable!

Your excitement really shines through. Im the same before every trip.

[TrongpaiExpat]

uh...Who's getting the Spam again? :scratch:

You can now buy Spam in Thailand. Why anyone would is beyond me.

[sjaak327]

Good on you.

I'm also due into Thailand in three weeks time, but for a much shorter time :)

No problem as three weeks after the end of the holiday, my BF is due into my home country again :)

It's the being alone part that is the most troublesome. To cure that with a holiday to boot is fun.

Have fun.

[Aunty]

. .
I still take great childish joy in choosing aisle-or-window ... relishing my beer time in a little hole-in-the-wall bar at Narita (where I was even recognized by the Japanese bartender a year or two ago!!!!!!!!!!??????????) ...

Cheers ...

You mean you can't even stop drinking for the few hours you are transiting through Japan?

Fuck me! disgust

my mom always told me....if you have nothing good to say, better not say anything.....What did she tell you about going to foreign countries and screwing the young men there?

I am afraid she did not mention anything about going to foreign countries...etc.
Did your mom taught you to go to foreign countries and screw?...good for you.

Did your mom taught you to go to foreign countries and screw?...good for you.On the contrary, as an adult (unlike Bob who as we know has never claimed to be an adult) I've always thought the notion that some tired old cliche like "if you haven't anything good to say ..." etc. has any relevance to anything other than prep school, is ludicrous - it's utterly irrelevant to adult life. I guess your mother kept her mouth shut about Adolf Hitler, for example, and we all know how that ended up

[PeterUK]

That dog looks like the incarnation of pure evil to me. Nope, not really. Happy tripping, Smiles.

[Beachlover]

my mom always told me....if you have nothing good to say, better not say anything.....What did she tell you about going to foreign countries and screwing the young men there?

ROFL... that is actually witty

Did your mom taught you to go to foreign countries and screw?...good for you.On the contrary, as an adult (unlike Bob who as we know has never claimed to be an adult) I've always thought the notion that some tired old cliche like "if you haven't anything good to say ..." etc. has any relevance to anything other than prep school, is ludicrous - it's utterly irrelevant to adult life. I guess your mother kept her mouth shut about Adolf Hitler, for example, and we all know how that ended up

hmmm....do you think it is bad to critisize Hitler? It seems like your logical thinking is not functioning well at your old age now.
No, it is a good thing to critisize Hitler and we should all critisize him.
I always think some people become senile sooner than others and it is all genetic.

I always think some people become senile sooner than others and it is all genetic.Your mother's passed that on to you too?

[quiet1]

Yeah, that's the ticket. Let's blame Mom for everything.

Seriously, I guess some genetic traits are matrilinear: male pattern baldness, for one thing, is passed on by the female.

Also, "Jewish-ness" is matrilinear: Thanks to my mother, and her mother, and her mother, and her mother (who all married gentiles), I'm 1/16 Jewish! Ask any practicing (or one who's finished practicing and gotten it correct) Jew, I'm considered to be Jewish because of the bloodline, even though I've never seen the inside of a synagogue nor practiced any shred of the religion.

I'm considered to be Jewish because of the bloodline, even though I've never seen the inside of a synagogue nor practiced any shred of the religion.Circumcised?

[Lunchtime O'Booze]

I always think some people become senile sooner than others and it is all genetic.Your mother's passed that on to you too?

I've always hope that if altheimers or senility should hit..that I will go the way of my dear old father who in his latter years quite often called me into his room to gleefully point out atop his wardrobe, apparently, chorus lines of dancing mice.

He could describe their costumes down to the smallest detail and certainly had his favorites ( the third one from the left being one) but gave me odd looks when I enquired whether they were accompanied by an orchetra or perhaps canned music.

Either way, at least they weren't maleavolant mice.

My mother always muttered into her 5 G&T that his mice obessesion was simply the DTs after a lifetime of drinking. She once described how she had discovered his hidden stash of whiskey in the washing machine.."and what did you do with it ?" I asked.."drank it of course to stop him doing so"

are these things inherited-like baldness -from the mother or the father ?

[anakot]

I always think some people become senile sooner than others and it is all genetic.Your mother's passed that on to you too?

I've always hope that if altheimers or senility should hit..that I will go the way of my dear old father who in his latter years quite often called me into his room to gleefully point out atop his wardrobe, apparently, chorus lines of dancing mice.

He could describe their costumes down to the smallest detail and certainly had his favorites ( the third one from the left being one) but gave me odd looks when I enquired whether they were accompanied by an orchetra or perhaps canned music.

Either way, at least they weren't maleavolant mice.

My mother always muttered into her 5 G&T that his mice obessesion was simply the DTs after a lifetime of drinking. She once described how she had discovered his hidden stash of whiskey in the washing machine.."and what did you do with it ?" I asked.."drank it of course to stop him doing so"

are these things inherited-like baldness -from the mother or the father ?

LOL Thanks Lunchtime. Have had a great laugh. Your bit on thenility is great.

By the way are 'maleavolant mice' those male ones that fly with their rather large genitals hanging free or the ones that like back 'willingly' and let you do it?.!...

Didn't the malevolent mouse move over to that Bus board where it has a whole section to itself?

[Khor tose]

As a good sugar plum fairy I try not to think of the malevolent mice. Instead, I concentrate on the toy soldiers. Just thinking (fantasizing) for a few minutes about the toy soldiers seems to drive the malevolent mice away. WARNING. If do not do this the malevolent mice will take over you head, and you will become like Chao Na. :nike: