Dear Hillary,
I had an ant walking about on the lens of my glasses, how do you get it off?
Anyway to matters nearer your heart; gullible farangs. I like bars and my liver probably thinks I spend too much time there but the company and the view are great fun. Last week to my favorite barstool came a new dark and sultry girl who nestled up to me and hung in there. After I time I had got used to this and we subsequently went to a movie; same nestling. She spoke pretty good English but not all at once so we moved on to a day together which was pretty wonderful as she preferred nestling to talking. She started to tell me she was not the same as other girls (first warning bell); she wanted company not sex (2nd WB). The third day I took the day off to consider; contact being by messenger. 4th day she wanted to buy some cheese and I said I would get her some but no she wanted to choose her own but we still meet in Big C (3rd WB) which cost me rather more than only cheese. She had won the first round but she messages that she is really deeply sad person and doesn’t want to live (Round 2 starts with emotional blackmail).
Next day I don’t go out even though she messaged me that she was hungry. So onto the 6th day and suddenly she is a torrent of verbiage starting with extreme indignation that, when she had been hungry, I hadn’t rushed round and fed her. Her ‘friend’ joins in and we spend a bit of time ratcheting up the language. (Game Set & Match to me).
Question: Rather than writing books for farangs do you suppose the bargirls would be surprised to learn how transparent they are to us? Oh and forget the advice about the ant maybe tell us what is the Thai for ‘please stop talking’?
All in a days work.
PS I tried initializing ‘Game Set & Match’ but it didn’t look right!
Dear All in a days work,
I will answer the ant question. You hold the glasses under running water and the ant will not be able to don his scuba in time and will be swept away.
Now to your rather superficial description of life with a bar girl, which you were quite happy to go along with, while you thought you had the upper hand. However, when she applied the thumbscrews you called foul and now want the referee to penalize the perpetrator. Well, my Petal, you and your ilk certainly can see through the bar girl ploys, but it isn’t a very difficult task. And they can see through yours just as easily. If you want to play the beer bar games, just don’t get so serious.
