Vietnamese in bars

[Jellybean]

My only experience of meeting a Vietnamese boy, paborn was during a visit to 'Soi Twilight' in Bangkok in November 2013.

I have found one of my old trip reports and copied an extract below. As it was posted on the old forum, before switching to the current Sawatdee, every time I used certain punctuation marks they were replaced by various strange type characters, which I have had to remove and replace so that my old report is readable.

PART 2


Second visit to soi bpratuu-chai (soi Twilight)

A week later, after another dinner in Silom soi 6, I returned for a second visit to 'soi Twilight' with ChristianPFC.

As we approached Dick's Bar, he introduced me to another forum member, who was sitting with his boyfriend. It's nice to put a face to a fellow poster.

We ended up at Scorpion Bar again, but unfortunately, Christian could not stay long as he had a prior engagement. But what to do and where to go? I pondered as I sat at the bar. Again I watched the various boys and masseurs walking up and down the soi, but none of them were attracting my interest.

A mamasan from New Classic Bar came across and asked me to his bar as, he put it, I hadn't been there for some time, which was true. But I declined, I just didn't feel like going into a go-go bar, which was odd in itself, as I'd been away for 6 months.

Crikey! Why couldn't I see anyone who interested me? Where was my mojo?

I was the only customer at the bar, then another fa-ràng turned up and seemed to attract a lot of attention from the Vietnamese boys who flocked to him. Then one of the Vietnamese boys picked up my copy of the magazine Thai-Puan and, after browsing through it, came back to me and drew my attention to an article on Vietnamese cooking. Hmm . . . ah yes, very interesting I thought, in a very detached way.

Then I looked a bit more closely at the boy and thought, actually, he is really quite cute in a Jack-the-lad sort of way. So I bought him a drink and we chatted intermittently in my very basic, pidgin Thai.

At one point I thought he asked me in Thai if I liked dogs and cats. "Yes, I like dogs, but not cats, I'm allergic to them." I replied."

"No, no, no!" said the mamasan or manager, "He asked, Do you like to EAT cats and dogs?" "No, I don't!" I said most unequivocally. Apparently the 'boy' said, "Neither do I." Hmm . . . I wonder if this was some sort of test. What an odd question.

I think I then detected some interest in me from the 'boy', or was he simply desperate for money? LOL! Anyway, I asked if he was off-able or was he just there for show. The boy was asked and I was very pleasantly surprised to hear that he agreed to go with me.

We got the grumpiest, most curmudgeonly taxi driver to ever hold a Bangkok taxi driver's licence on the way back to my condo. He refused to follow my directions and those of the 'boy' (who repeated what I had said) and ended up having to take two U-turns because he was going in the wrong direction! He reminded me of the Bangkok taxi driver I had the misfortune to choose who didn't know the way to Suvarnabhumi Airport . . .but that's another story!

Ah! not a good start, I thought and wondered what my new friend was thinking? But he laughed it off and said, "kao aa-rom-mai-dii" (he grumpy) when we got out of the taxi and walked into my apartment block.

My new friend went immediately to the bathroom and showered. Oh my God! what a vision he looked when he emerged wrapped only in a bath towel! Unfortunately, he smoked, so I found an ash tray for him, pointed him in the direction of the fridge where he helped himself to a drink and I left him on the balcony while I went off to shower.

Afterwards . . . I felt in seventh heaven! This was the feeling I was looking for and thought I had lost! But why with this particular boy? When he is so obviously straight. But he had truly lifted my spirits and he had done everything I expect from a paid for sex partner. I had anticipated the most basic of performances and several "No can do" responses. I had even had my doubts about bringing home yet another straight, gay-for-pay guy when there were so many able and willing gay guys available. But he turned out to be the perfect choice. I had no complaints whatsoever.

Back on the balcony and drinking a couple of beers together he wanted me to take photos of him. Bugger! My camera wouldn't work, I'd forgotten to charge the battery!

He then surprised me and said, "You come bar tomorrow. Take me? Me, boyfriend you, me boyfriend you OK? I love you, I love you!" Then he gave me a great big hug. Blimey! I didn't expect that reaction. But what's that old expression when dealing with prostitutes? Believe only half of what you see and none of what you hear. Yes, how very true, I thought. I've been around the gay sleaze pots of Thailand far too long to go believing any of this is real.

In the kitchen he indicated that he wanted to cook a Vietnamese meal for me at a later date. Oh, actually, that part sounded quite sweet, even romantic and at least I'll know for sure there won't be any cats or dogs served up! LOL!

How to explain his perplexing behaviour? Maybe he thinks he's found his 'cash cow'? Maybe he has? Ah well, perhaps he has for a week or two.

So after paying him, we said our fond farewells, with me promising to see him again and take photos, which he can then show to his friends.

Well, at the very least, I think I've found my mojo again!

To be continued . . .