Arsenal Easy to see why Moses does not want you around as moderator
Arsenal Easy to see why Moses does not want you around as moderator
Wombat : an Australian marsupial that eats,roots and leaves
Thats not fair Lonely. Moses appointed Arsenal so he quite obviously did want him in the role......it was just the rest of us who didn't maybe after seeing how he decided to use the role for his own personal vendetta - unsuccessfully. But as he was there for WAY over his often talked about limited period and he was the one resigned according to him then one can only assume that Moses was quite happy with his efforts and was quite happy to have him around.= - for HIS own purposes - and that IS fair enough I guess as it's a business that Moses is running here not a message board - lest we forget.Originally Posted by lonelywombat
Good try Wombles.
Having carefully gone through your signs and symptoms, Jellybean, we are of the opinion that you're having a condition commonly ascribed to pathological shyness.
Nothing to worry about really.
The next time you encounter a handsome driver, tell him that you're suffering from vertigo. He'll sympathize with the state you're in and will accommodate your arms around his waist. The thought of it is already making me giddy.
JB, I would never catch a motorbike taxi, but here's what I would do:
First, put your hand on his shoulders and say: "Here ok?"
Then put your hands around his waist and ask the same question.
That way, he gets to decide where your hands go and nobody loses face or feels awkward.
Your diagnosis of ‘pathological shyness’, dinagam, seems spot on and yet again I commend you for your intuitive powers. Damn it! I’ll have to add it to my growing list of ailments and health problems.
Goodness. If I was a horse, I do believe the vet would have despatched me to the knackers’ yard years ago!
Blimey françois! I think lonelywombat may have had a point at his post #22. Perhaps you are in need of some cor-rec-tion, so in a spirit of brotherly love, I might grip hold of your grab handles the next time I see you . . . you . . . you . . . acidic old frog you! 555!
Seriously though, I meant it when I said above that I was "lily-livered" when on the back of a motorcycle taxi and therefore hold on to the driver for dear life (see comment below to a447). I simply would not trust the grab handles.
And had you been reading carefully, you would have noted that I said I am too shy to hold the driver’s waist, never mind groping him, surreptitiously or otherwise. I wish however I was bold enough to follow through the advice given by Blacktouch, a447 and dinagam and invite a handsome young driver out for a drink or to come up and see my etchings.
Yes, well I am of a similar mind a447, and rarely use a motorcycle taxi in Bangkok. But when I was in Pattaya during my two recent visits, I was using them four times a day to get from my hotel to various destinations including dtuk-com, Sunee Plaza, Boyz Town or to designated meeting places.
And believe me when I say, nearly all of my drivers were enormous, great puddings and that I doubt I would have managed to get my hands around their waists! If you ask me, they were all regular pie eaters at Tinnies and are no doubt personally known to snotface! Lol!
But rest assured, I never saw a handsome driver while I was in Pattaya. In fact, one night when I had arranged to meet françois, the driver I engaged was, I guess, at least 20 years past retirement age! The old bugger kept braking suddenly, causing me to shift on the seat and bang my chin against his crash helmet. And when I readjusted my position on the bike, he lost control and zigged-zagged about in a most dangerous fashion!
Twice I thought we were going to crash! And he had the cheek to complain it was my fault and not his excessive and sudden use of the brakes. Believe me, I was a bag of nerves when I met françois and a member of the Gaybutton Thai forum. I was so shaken up, I was in desperate need of a stiff drink to steady my nerves!
So a447, I can well understand your reluctance to catch a motorcycle taxi. Do so at your peril, is my considered advice - so there!
Hi NIrish. Big sloppy hugs and kisses.
How many of you are not shy, and bold enough to chat up a MTB?
If I see a gorgeous guy on his motorcycle taxi, on the bus, on the street or on the beach, I have no problem chatting him up. I start by a nice smile, then a wink, then followed by saying "sawadee krap" (hello), then a "how are you?", then depending on his reply and look on his face, I will take it a notch higher!
If I think he is up for fun, I will ask him if he would like to meet later for drinks, or a bite to eat?
And if I have had a few drinks beforehand, I will chat him up some more and tell him I think he is sexy and would you like to meet?
However, I will never do this back home in the UK. Lol although I have picked up guys on the street before in London.
But this is no good if you are shy.
It would be interesting to hear how many of our fellow dear members have ever pulled/picked up a guy/boy on the street they fancied, and managed to have fun with him?
When Robinson's was at the corner of Silom, I went there to buy something for my partner in Vietnam. The sales boy looked "possible" so I told him the item was for my boyfriend. Big smile, so I continued to chat him up and we arranged to meet just before closing at which time I would buy him a tee shirt costing about 1,000 Baht. Having only hired go-go boys prior to this, I assumed the tee shirt was just a down payment, but when I reflected long after the fact, that was probably all he expected in exchange for spending time with me. Tee shirt purchased, we went to McDonald's where, two tables away, was one of his co-workers, also with an older gentleman acquaintance. A pleasant evening and a pleasant early morning play time with my Tee shirt boy. And I tipped him the current bar boy rate, so he was quite satisfied.
The closest i got was in Cambodia, where once, after hiring a motorcycle driver, he promptly offered me girls and drugs.
He was really pushing for me to agree to a diversion to a place he knew where there was "sexy girls".
To shut him up about the girls (and to encourage him to bring me directly back to my hotel) I said "No like girls, I like boys".
It didnt knock a feather off him, he just said "I go with you so, I fuck you" and spent the rest of the journey shoving my hand down on his crotch.
Unfortunately for this budding romance story, he wasnt my type...
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