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Originally Posted by
Smiles
Narakmak began by getting everything wrong from the get-go, and things went predictably downhill from there. Talk about setting one's self up for disaster.
The last thing in the entire world that a Thai guy wants to do with a brand new farang acquaintance is to go on a date to dinner ... ("just us two", how romantic).
Thais love to eat communally when possible, they eat with family and/or friends, they speak at dinner ~ and laugh ~ in Thai (or Lao, or Khymer) only. Narakmak put himself in the position of having to break through four of five layers of Thai comfortableness before even sitting down: continually prodding for feedback (in english) regarding the menu only made matters more edgy. The Thai guy retreated to where he was most comfortable given the situation ... his cell phone: probably hoping to get some of his Thai friends on the line ... the one's he'd like to really have there at the table to make things easier in the presence of this fussy and serious farang.
All wrong ... all went wrong. 'Sanuk' went missing.
If Narakmak had of just invited his new friend out for a few drinks, gotten pleasantly and gently loaded, grabbed a bottle of whiskey, and retreated to the pool table for some snooker (20 baht to the winner of each game), things might well have gone much better.