Dear Hillary,
I can’t get this girl out of my head. I think about her every day. I only see her at night when she is working, but she will only sit with me. She even asks me to come and see her the next evening. That’s OK by me, but she won’t let me pay bar for her as she says she is responsible for the bar as she is the cashier. Where do I go from here?
Ricky
Dear Ricky,
How old are you, dear boy? 16? Your wonderful girl, one of the 1,000 cashiers in Pattaya, is just stringing you along to keep the takings up at the bar. She makes more money looking after the bar than she would by looking after you after hours. Go to another bar and fall in love with its cashier as well. When you get older you will understand.
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