Going to Pattaya to see my crazy ex-girlfriend

When it comes to Pattaya, I am a bit of a strange Bangkok sexpat.

I’ve never spent a night out mongering in Pattaya.  I’ve never bought a lady drink or barfined a girl there.

That’s not to say that I’ve never been to Pattaya, or to say that I’ve never had sex in Pattaya.

I’ve been several times, and at the moment I’m sitting on the bus heading to Sin City.

My first-ever trip to Pattaya was in 2005.  It was a day trip.  I left Bangkok early in the morning, arriving at the beachside town sometime before noon.  I walked for about 45 minutes till I found the beach, then got frustrated at the slow pace of my explorations and rented a  motorbike for the day.

I cruised around Pattaya for a couple of hours till I was fairly familiar with the layout.  Around 2 or 3 in the afternoon I stopped at a large massage shop in Second Road called (I think) Sabai House.

This really is my soapy girl -- with the white powder on her face the pic doesn't do justice to her beauty

I got a genuine soapy massage with the air mattress, bubbles and the works from a stunningly beautiful girl, finishing with one round of sex.  I was thrilled!  At the time I’d been in Thailand for only a week or so, and to that point the soapy massage was the highlight of my visit.

Amazingly, that was the first and last soapy massage I ever got in Thailand.  As wonderful as it was, I’ve never repeated the experience.  I’ve never been for a soapy in Bangkok at all.

On that first trip to Pattaya, when I finished the soapy in the late afternoon I returned the motorbike, went back to the bus station and went back to Bangkok, arriving at about 8:30 in the evening.  I didn’t stay overnight in the den of iniquity.

I’ve been back a few times, and I’ve even stayed overnight in town two or three times, but never on a mongering trip.  Twice I travelled to Pattaya with a girl (well, two girls — a different one each time)… sort of a BYO.  What’s the saying… bringing sand to the beach?

And on two other occasions I travelled down to visit my crazy ex-girlfriend.

Actually she’s not so  crazy these days.  I’d have to look back through the blog to see exactly when I stopped living with her, but I think it was just about exactly two years ago.  When we first broke up (I made her move out of the room we were sharing… a difficult feat to accomplish) she was a little nuts, and seeing me walking the streets of Bangkok with other girls wasn’t helping her sanity.

She moved to Pattaya to get away from me, and I moved to Ratchada to get some separation from her network of spies who continued to call her with reports every time I barfined a girl.

Her situation in Pattaya has really impreoved her life, I think.

She started dancing in a Bangkok go go when she was sixteen years old.  I met her when she was 22 and already a six-year veteran on the chrome pole.  After  a year of barfining her regularly I invited her to move in with me, primarily in an effort to reduce my cash outlays.

I actually enjoyed living with her.  She turned out to be a fantastic cook, and she was very tolerant.  She never complained if I went out for a night with my mates, even if I came home stinking drunk, as long as I didn’t come home stinking of pussy.

She didn’t even care if I spent my time in go gos staring at naked girls.  S’he’d worked there so long that it seemed pretty normal behavior to her.

I might have continued living with her quite happily if my work situation hadn’t changed.  Throughout 2006 I worked full time in an English school as a teacher.  I was away out of the room every day and I was always happy to see a bright beautiful face and a plate of hot fresh food when I got home.

But at the beginning of 2007 I stopped teaching English and started writing full time — a situation that lasted for about a year.  This meant that I was at home all day, every day.   Suddenly the two of us living together in the same small room was a bit stifling.  I started getting a bit annoyed at having her around 24 hours a day.

I asked her to get a job — not because of the money — just so I could get some time alone which I badly needed.

SHe did get a job.  She went to work one day and then came home an hour and a half later complaining that the work was boring, so she quit.

That kind of ended things for me.  It took a few weeks or months before I finally ended it, but finally I did.  There were a lot of tears.  I actually got her moved out once, and because she called me crying on her first night away, I changed my mind and let her move back in.  But it didn’t last.

By the time she was actually gone I almost hated her, and I really did think she’d gone a little crazy.

But after a couple years of living in Pattaya she seems to have moved her life forward.  She has an American sponsor who sends her a tidy sum of cash each month, and as far as I can tell, she lives a fairly quiet life and doesn’t freelance or work in bars.

She has a decent job as a sales girl in a retail shop.  It’s only part time but it gets her out of her room and helps give her some focus in her life.

A couple of months after she first moved to Pattaya — before she got the sponsor — I saw her and she was getting a bit pudgy.  She had been about 41 kilos when I first met her in the go go bar, but she was up around 47 kilos.  Like most of the girls I find attractive, she’s only tiny… about 5 foot 2… so six kilos makes a lot of difference.

More than a year passed without me seeing her.  Then, about five months ago I was working in Sri Ratcha, which is just about 20 kilometers from Pattaya.  My crazy ex called me while I was there, and when I told her where I was she suggested that she could come visit me and stay the night with me.  I agreed.

I was amazed when she showed up.  She was back to her playing weight — about 41 kilos again.  Living at the beach had given her a nice bronze tone to her skin.  She had been paying a lot of attention to her hair, nails, makeup and general grooming.  Her hair was glossy, skin smooth, and eyes sparkling.

The only problem was that her style of dress had been affected  by the move to Pattaya.  In Bangkok, even when she had worked in a go go, she tended to dress in jeans and nice tee shirts, looking quite presentable and un-h0oker like.

When she showed up in Sri Ratcha she was wearing satin hot pants, a tight tube top and high heels.  She might as well have tatttooed “HOOKER!” across her forehead.

She stayed in my hotel room with me that night in Sri Ratcha, and though I had intended only to see her and not have sex with her, my resolve failed and I had sex with her around sunrise.  She must have been expecting the sex, though, because her pussy was shaved totally clean.  I realized later that she had done her hair, nails, shaved and dressed specifically to drive me wild with desire.  It worked.

Friday this week is a public holiday.  Coincidentally, I have no work on Thursday, so I decided to go to Pattaya for a short holiday.

Initially I had planned to make it my first-ever mongering run, but I talked to the crazy ex on the phone last week and she wanted to come to Bangkok to see me on the holiday.  I told her that I was thinking of going to Pattaya those days and suddenly we were making plans for me to stay with her.

I’m actually pretty excited.

The problem I had with her was only the close quarters — two people in a small room 24 hours a day didn’t work for me.

But she’s a really nice girl, very sexy, and fun to spend time with.  Oh, and did I mention she can cook?  (I have a memory of sitting in the Rocky Horror Picture Show with Susan Sarandon <sp?> back in my universtity days screaming “and she fucks too!”)

Anyway, I’m expecting to have three nights of free sex with my old girlfriend.  I’ll be crushed if somewhere during the five months that have passed since she visited me in Sri Ratcha she has developed some scruples about fucking me.

I strongly doubt she has.  She has always professed deep love for me, and cooking and fucking are the easiest ways for her to demonstrate that love.  I am pretty confident we’ll be bumping ungly for three nights.

If I’m wrong I may be on the return bus to Bangkok a lot sooner than I expected.

On a side note; this morning when I went to the toilet in my room I spotted a little silver ring on the sink.  It was, of course, a souvenir left by CBS, the Connection Bar Spinner who humped me late last night.

I don’t know why Thai girls like to do this… leave a bit of jewelry or make up or something around for other girls to see.  I went down to Connection Bar on my way to the bus station and returned it to her.  We wouldn’t want the snuggler to find it in my apartment.

Ah well.  I’m about 30 minutes from Pattaya and my laptop battery is getting a little weak.  I better press the submit button and put my computer away.

Hopefully I’ve got a long night ahead of me.