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Sounds just like my second tour, except I was there for two months, and after I left Phuket, went to BKK and Chiang Mai, but ended up back in Phuket, because I couldn't stop thinking about the girl. After I left, we emailed for a couple months, then suddenly the emails stopped coming. When I next saw her, she gave me a ****-and-bull story that her daughter was playing with the computer at the internet, while she was talking to a friend there, and accidentally changed her password, so she was locked out of her account and could not email me. Her friend didn't have time to get the official story and gave me a whole different story/excuse for her. Then I thought back on everything that happened and realized that it was all an elaborate game they played.
That was 5 yrs ago. Flash forward to last year. Met a girl my last week in Pattaya. Heard the whole tearful tale of woe, of her supporting her "elderly" parents, sister and brother. A tale of poverty, hardship, and heartache. How she wanted to get out of the bar scene, hated Pattaya, hated working at the bar, wanted to have another child, and live a normal life, etc. She had me hook, line, and sinker. Yet I still knew better than to send her money. That did not deter her from exchanging emails with me several times a week, until I returned 7 months later, in November. I've never gone there that early in the new season, but moved up my schedule to be with her. I got there, and moved into her room with her. Found out in the intervening months, she had picked up 2 sponsors who were sending her 30K/month. Learned she was obsessed with style, both in clothes, dance, and music. Had to be wearing the right brands, doing the right dance moves, constantly refining and perfecting her "look." Visited her elderly parents, who, as it turned out, were 49 yrs old, and live in a nice, large home on large acreage, and own a good deal of sugar cane land, as does she, and she has a herd of cattle, as well. It's true they don't work, except to harvest the sugar cane. The rest of the time it is a life of leisure, driving the new truck she has bought them, and spending the money she sends them.
Nevertheless, I like her Dad and got on OK with her Mom, and I liked the peaceful Isaan life. I asked her if she would stay there in Isaan with me, and I would continue to pay her 1000 Baht per day. She chose to go back to Pattaya. As much as she complained about Pattaya, and working the bar(which she hadn't done in awhile, since she had me plus 2 sponsors), she chose to go back to Pattaya because the truth is that Isaan is too boring for her now, even though she has a new computer with hookup via satellite dish, and would sit for hours playing video games. When I last saw her, before I left Pattaya, she was back at the bar, having left me some time before that, and lost one of her sponsors, when he learned she was in Pattaya, and she refused to go back to Isaan, or stop working in the bar.
She was just turned 23 the week before I met her a year ago. A very pretty girl, and once upon a time, when she was a teenager, a girl of of exceptional beauty, of the caliber that only a few top models and actresses possess. I know that from the pictures her Mom showed me at their home. I thought she looked great when I met her, but was really startled when I saw what she looked like a few years earlier.
I could go on, but you get the picture. The way these girls, especially if they are very pretty or even beautiful, have of weaving their web of sad stories around you, gaining your sympathy, making you feel special, and getting you to fall for them, is, I think, what makes Thai women legendary around the world. In reality, there are beautiful women wherever you go, but how many of them can do that to you, the way the TGs do?
I am not complaining, mind you. It was an incredible, exciting time. When I was with her, I felt more alive than I can describe. The last night we spent together, I remember sitting on the mat at the jim jum place, eating by candlelight under the stars above, gazing into her face, and thinking that there was not anywhere in the world that I would rather be, and how lucky I was to be there. But in the middle of the night, we had another argument, this one because I insisted she share the blanket with me, and she refused. Like a little kid, she then threw a tantrum, because I wasn't giving in so easily, dressed, and stomped out the door. Her parting words were, "I hate you! Go find somebody else to f*ck!" It was finally time to take her advice, as there comes a point where you just can't let your self-esteem drop any lower. But it was a great ride while it lasted, and I have no regrets.
But don't let me rain on your parade, WakikiJ. I am sure your girl is "different."
Because you most likely connected with her in a more profound way. After all, there were those two magical nights with her, right?