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My apologies if I offended anyone. I have mood swings. Yesterday I wondered why so much goes wrong, had a dull day, then at night I had a chat with boys in my area that cheered me up, and later picked up the boy from paragraph (doesn't matter) at Sanam Luang and we had a great time back at my place. Now I am fine, and this morning I wondered if I should have opened this topic yesterday. But all cases are real.

Are most Thai boys retards? A provocative title, and I won’t get new friends with this post, but I mean it exactly as I wrote it. Anyway, it’s a question and not a statement, so feel free to answer “no” and let me know why. I use “retard” to collect all these “What the fuck?!” moments I have when I try to meet Thai boys (too late, wrong place, phone battery empty, doesn’t tell me something important he knew hours ago and many more, I lost count). More precisely “Are most Thai boys I have contact with retards?”, and I would like to hear other’s stories too. Just when you think it gets better (last month, one boy about 5 km away, efficient communication in English, acceptable delays but it seems now we are drifting apart, anyway having so-so sex – but promising! - on two of six meetings is a poor yield; and another boy, efficient communication in Thai, acceptable delays, but one meeting failed – there must have been miscommunication) there is a row of problem cases. But first some cases from earlier this year that I vividly remember. There was one boy I met in February this year. He was 1 hour 50 minutes late (I remember exactly because not long before I had another boy who was 1 hour 50 minutes late, but I don’t remember details of that encounter). He stayed in On Nut, we met at MBK, so I thought skytrain would be the fastest way to get there, he took bus or van or whatever that caused part of the delay. Meeting point was Naai In Books in MBK, he went to Asiabooks in Siam Paragon. When he called me that he is in the bookshop now, and I couldn’t see him, I gave up and thought this is a lost case and he is just playing with me. I had a last look at a book I had missed before (that’s why I choose a bookshop, I can spend one or two hours there), and when I left, he just arrived. It was a matter of 30 seconds and we would have missed. Only then I found out that he went to the wrong bookshop. The largest delay I ever had was 6 hours. That was in January 2010. I gave up after 3 hours and continued my schedule as if nothing had happened, then after 6 hours he called “I am here now. Where are you?”. One of these cases with poor pictures on gayromeo, he turned out not to be my type. I now pass profiles with poor pictures. About 4 out of 5 don’t pass my requirements for a clear facepic. It can’t be that difficult to post one, just one single picture that is in focus, not too dark, that shows your face without sunglasses (unless you are a retard, than this is a major challenge). Two months ago, an acquaintance on Grindr, we then moved to Line and he wanted to come to my place (at least I thought so). Nearing the time we agreed upon, I ask where he is: “I think we can meeting tomorrow? Rain now little”. (I love Line. You have a written record, with times. So I know I am not imagining things.) When you have exchanged a few hundred messages and tried ten times to set up a date without success, this is probably a hint that there are evil forces in the universe that don’t want us to meet. I went to see a friend on Koh Si Chang over a weekend. I have met him about five times, every time everything was fine. He said he would go to Bangkok the following week for five days to attend some training course. We discussed long where we could meet in Bangkok, I suggested Asiatique as it is close to his accommodation in Bangkok (Rama 2 / Ratburana). On Wednesday (his first day in Bangkok), I write on Line asking where he is and when he would like to meet. The message was read, but no reply. I interpreted this correctly: something is wrong. So I call later in the afternoon, he picks up, says hello and then hands the phone to his mother (?) who tells me that he is not in Bangkok at the moment. I give up. I doubt I will get an explanation next time we meet, but I will carefully try to elucidate what went wrong. Last week a boy on gayromeo, we exchange phone numbers. I am free on Wednesday afternoon (holiday, 23rd of October) and call him. Meet in half an hour (my suggestion) at BTS Chong Nonsi (his suggestion). I arrive and cannot get him on the phone. I call every five minutes for half an hour, then I leave. Some days later, message on gayromeo: he lost or broke his phone. I assume he didn’t come to Chong Nonsi, the station is too big to meet there without specifying a place where exactly to meet. Last weekend in Pattaya. I had written on gayromeo with a boy who has an interesting profile, our chat was promising. I wrote I would be free on Saturday early afternoon. (I wrote this twice, on Thursday and on Friday.) When I called him on Saturday around noon, he said he would be leaving Pattaya now to take bus back to his home province to continue university. So we missed. Going back to his home province to continue studying isn’t a spontaneous decision, I assume. It’s getting rarer and rarer that I read a profile and look at the pictures and think “This one is different!”, only to be disappointed: different boy, same problems. At the same time, I was online on gayromeo and an old acquaintance wrote to me (we didn’t have contact for about two years). He wants to meet. I suggest Tuk Com (because I can spend an hour there without getting bored). He agrees and would meet me there in 15 to 20 minutes. 30 minutes later, I call him and he asks me to come to Tony’s Fitness because he has many friends around Tuk Com and doesn’t want to be seen there (I didn’t ask why). I had mentioned Tuk Com and the Se-ed bookstore at least three times in written or spoken form. So I walk to Tony’s Fitness (about 10 minutes). Did you think he is there, waiting for me? Really? No, it takes another three phone calls and 10 minutes waiting until he arrives on a motorbike taxi. He tells me to jump on and off we drive (my head the highest point, no helmet, my knees the outmost points) for about 30 minutes into the darkest part of the Eastern side of Sukhumvit (I didn’t know that there is that much Thai and even Farang live!). The fare was 350 Baht (he paid, that must have included other trips as my return trip was only 120 Baht and 22 minutes). I must point out that I mentioned “let’s talk first” when we chatted, hopping on a motorbike and driving half an hour to a place I don’t know is not my style. He was very horny, I played along, it was so-so, there is potential. An acquaintance from Camfrog from Hat Yai comes to Bangkok (we had a few times camsex – I’m not a fan of camsex, but better than wanking alone when I was in Europe – but never met in real life). I call him Monday afternoon. He picks up, connection is poor, suddenly interruption. I call again, he tells me he is busy and hangs up (I get that from time to time, no goodbye, they just hang up before everything is said so I have to call again, or there is background noise and the connection slips after a few seconds). Then in the evening some calls I make don’t get through, others with very poor connection or just background noise, I give up. There are evil forces in the universe that don’t want us to meet. It was actually he who wrote to me on Skype that he would come to Bangkok, so I assume he wants to meet. You could think the Thai mobile network is the problem, but I never had these problems when I called Farang friends. The boy from the second paragraph, make that two meetings failed. I am getting better at detection when “yes” means “no”. There are communication problems (in Thai), I think he will come to my place, but he will not. I don’t understand everything he says, but I leave with the thought “That didn’t sound enthusiastic, I would be very surprised if he actually came to my place”. I could go to Sanam Luang where he works, and then to a short time hotel, but if I pay for taxi anyway, why do I always have to do the driving, and then pay for short time hotel? Next time I will meet him there and ask about his work conditions to see if there is a day and time when he can come to my place (he did once so far, and I went to see him two times). It works out like this: I go to Sanam Luang (150 Baht) and back 150 and pay for short time room 200, or I give him 500 which allows him to come to my place 150 and go back to his place 150 and leaves him 200. My expense is the same, but I can wait in the comfort of my home and spend two hours doing something useful instead of traveling through Bangkok. (Before someone shouts “It’s all about the money!” it is not, it is about who is traveling to meet for a sex date.) I stopped counting, the list could go on for pages, it is more the standard then the exception. Wait, I have another one! On my second visit to Thailand, I went with a Thai friend from my first holiday to ICK (at that time I didn’t know where it is). He got drunk (at my expense) and then he disappeared. He was just gone and I was left out there alone, not knowing where I am, nobody speaking English! What a luck there are taxis! This is more a case of irresponsible behavior than being a retard. And boys who change their phone numbers, why? I lost one German mobile phone number and one Thai mobile phone number because they expired, but only because I was not living in that country permanently. And empty battery? Can happen, but it never happened to me until last Saturday, where I was left for 15 minutes with a phone with empty battery, the first time since I started using mobile phones twelve years ago. All the cases cited above were non-moneyboys, and I chose a central well known place (like MBK) to meet or let them choose a place to meet. I don’t remember meeting a money boy from internet, I want to see them in real life first, so I go to bars or Saranrom. It’s not only Thai boys. I wrote about Black Woman before, and now I can add another experience. She doesn’t have a purse, she puts money loose in her handbag and every time she has to pay something she rummages through her bag to get the money. It takes minutes. Or does she do this on purpose hoping would get bored and pay for her? It doesn’t work! A counter example (the only one I have) is a Thai friend of mine who is a hi-so buisinesswoman. She is on time every time, no problems with phone calls or SMS (that’s probably how she got successful in business, simply by being on time and efficient communication). In this case, I am the one who is late (by Thai standards you wouldn’t call five minutes being late, but by my standards, even if five minutes after a trip of two hours is just 4% off.) I this just statistics, and all failures are accumulated in the first ten months of the year and I am in for a treat in the next two months to level everything out over the year? Or should I just accept that this life is one of mismatches and obstacles, and hope the next one will be better? (That was a joke, I don’t believe in rebirth or afterlife, I think you are born, then you lead a shitty miserable life like mine where nothing matches, then you die and rot and the worms eat you.) Or is it my negativity that attracts these cases? When I set up a date I wonder “What will go wrong this time?” What am I going to do in that area at that time if the boy doesn’t show up? If you think I have had everything that can go wrong go wrong you are wrong, there are surprises every time. Do I have a profound lack of understanding of Thai culture or is it just that way that you come late to a date, or don’t go at all and don’t bother to tell the person who is waiting for you that you won’t come and why you won’t come or why you are late? Or am I looking for friends, fuckbuddies and a boyfriend at the wrong places (boys who are lo-so because they are retard)? Is it just lack of communication (in English or in Thai) and I fail to ask the right question at the right time or tell the boy what I have in mind? What are your experiences? Share your stories how things can go wrong beyond imagination, and give an indication how frequently this happens.

That's true. It's interesting to see where and how others live and how much rent they pay. In addition, they can't make a mess of your bathroom (see Ice from Saranrom) or pee in your bed (the drunken boy from Songkran). But you have to be ready for surprises. Last week, I went to meet a boy. My and his body fluid was spilled over my abdomen, so I wanted to take a shower. There was no towel in the bathroom. There was no towel elswhere in his room! So I had to shower, trying to minimise water contact (only where necessary) and then roll in the bedlinen and dry on air. Then we had to hurry to get out before is sister comes back. The mattresses used in Thai bedrooms have a plastic surface. That might be usefull because you can just wipe off when you pee in your bed, but I don't like the feeling of plastic on my naked skin, I prefer bedlinen.

There are a few bus lines (66, 166, 505 come to mind) that go to a bus terminal close (a few hundred meters) to the building which has the immigration office. They are not in the bus maps I have (even though must be in operation for a few years). Just today I went for my 90 days reporting and saw bus number 59 there as well (but not reported in bus map). Can you elaborate on this? I live in the area and have been along Change Wattana Road several times, but never saw anything that piqued my interest.

I wanted to say that the Thai don't bother with learning the Vietnamese boy's names, they just nickname them "Boy". Just like "Farang" for Whites.

The behavior described by z909 doesn't make any sense. Maybe Lao boys can pass as Thai if they are fluent in Thai without accent, but I'm sure the boys talk among each other about their home province, they would have to lie to their co-workers, and if someone is from the same province the lie will be uncovered.

Congratulations! My experiences with gayromeo this year can best be described as disastrous. But you have to take into account that I'm not looking for moneyboys. Last week I met a boy, it took just 1h10min from initial contact until we were in his room, which might be all-time fastest hook-up on gayromeo. I took a taxi to his place (40 min due too rain and traffic jam), he hinted that he needs money during our chat on gayromeo, so I gave him 500 Baht when I left. Pictures were photoshopped, in real life he was "would have sex with for free". Sex was so-so, for 500 Baht I rather go to Saranrom and take a boy I really want. But at least he had a sexual interest in me, even if sex was interrupted by him asking me if he could use the mobile Wifi hotspot of my mobile phone to access internet (or whatever) on his phone. First I pretended not to understand (all conversation was in Thai), then I switched on WiFi hotspot on my phone and he did something with his phone. What goes on in that brain, to ask during sex if he can use WiFi hotspot? And this is an encounter that I call "promising"! I asked, he said there are plenty of gay students at his university. I have heard this from other boys (for other universities) as well. I just don't know how to access this pool which fits my prey scheme (right age range, some higher education). Interestingly, he studies tourism, but does not speak English (or insufficient for even a simple conversation). I should have asked about other foreign languages. In order not to sound too harsh: most boys I met on gayromeo were decent people who I would recommend to friends, it just didn't work out between us. Addendum: far too often I go to boy's places (but only after checking if their room is free). According to Euclidean Geometry, his place is exactly as far from my place as my place from his place. I am going to pay for taxi fare anyway, so if he is too lazy to come to my place, why should I go to his place? Sorry for derailing this thread, I had these things on my mind and took this occasion to write them down.

As far as I know, these Vietnamese boys are here on a visa, which might even allow them to work. No need to lie about their status, if they are here legally. I have met several people from Lao, Cambodia and Burma who are here for other purposes than prostitution or related, who did not lie about their origin. I doubt his family is in Chiang Mai. My Thai friend asked him which Amphoe, the answer didn't fit Thai geography. This lie is so stupid and blunt and easy to detect (at least for me), if he lied about his age (look at the ID-card would suffice, but he doesn't have a Thai ID card) or number of siblings or whatever, fine for me. But lying about his origin, basically says he thinks I am that stupid that I won't notice. But once we had figured out he is from Vietnam, I asked him where the other cute boy comes from and he said Vietnam. Most tourists and expats probably don't care, but I prefer if the boys are fluent in Thai and can read and write Thai (or alternatively fluent in English, reading and writing not necessary, but haven't encountered any yet). Devint, when I first went it was a hard blow for me that I could not off the boy of my dreams. Now that I know I can't off the boys, it's ok. The music level there is lower than elsewhere, you can have a conversation without shouting at each other.

It seem so. Most hospitals where Foreigners would go are private business, I assume. It's their business to make sure their customers pay. As I said on gaybuttonthai, countries that require me to apply for a visa or have entry fees or exit fees or whatever, are seriously downgraded in my travel plans. Next time I exit Thailand will be for a visa run, probably to Singapore and not Laos or Cambodia, because I don't need a visa for Singapore. A visa run to Laos or Cambodia would me come cheaper, but I don't want to apply for a visa. I did so when I went to Laos three years ago, and extremely unpleasant an incompetent service at the border crossing in Nong Khai.

More cuties at Scorpion Bar 20.10.2013 Retrospection: A few days ago, I was walking along Silom and spotted two cute boys. I stopped at a street stall next to them, had a look and one of them chatted me up. He is Vietnamese (so is the other) and he works in Classic and offered me his friend. I like this attidude and this gives big brownie points in my book. But both are too pale in complexion for my taste. Yesterday, 20.10.2013 I had two hours in Silom/Surawong to pass before going to DJ station, so I called a Thai friend M who lives in Sathorn and he joined me for a drink in Scorpion (where I spotted a cute boy recently; the subject of my “non-offable boy” topic is still there, but I have lost interest). This night there are plenty of boys (more than ten; lowest number I saw during the last months were three staff and zero customer). The boy I am looking for is sitting with a customer, so we sit down and I wait for an occasion to talk to him. He seems to be popular: one customer who had five boys on his table leaves, and another comes (and again has five boys around him). There is another boy who is not less attractive. My friend M calls him over to sit next to me. (I am introvert, M is extrovert. While I sit and wait for something to happen, M just says what he wants, in this case what I indicate.) I invite him for a drink. Name Boy. Reasonable English, he claims to be Thai from Chiang Mai. But he cannot write his name in Thai! And his Thai sounds a bit strange. And he doesn’t have an ID. M chats with him in Thai and clues me in that he is from Vietnam. Still, when I ask him later where his family lives, he claims they are in Chiang Mai. He used to work in Bonny Massage for a year, but I don’t remember seeing him there. M asks him in Thai about prices and sexual activities. I overhear the conversation: 1000 Baht cannot, no fucking, no kissing, he is not gay. All three Vietnamese I remember I had contact with during the last two years had the name Boy. Is this just a generic name, like Joe or Jim for black slaves back in the 19th century in the United States? Furthermore, it seems all Vietnamese flock to Scorpion (so they can chat with their friends in Vietnamese). The boy who chatted me up some days ago works in Scorpion as well (not in Classic?) and he is drunk. He asks me for a drink, I deny. He then goes on to ask me where I come from and proclaims “German people not good”. He repeats this several times in the course of the evening. Then he lies down on a bench and falls asleep. Later several other boys and staff wake him up (including grabbing his head by the hair and mild banging on the bench) and send him home. One of the dangers or working in a bar: getting drunk on drinks from invitations from customers. Then M calls over the other cute boy on my behalf. Vietnamese, name Lek (the first Vietnamese who is not Boy), not gay. In a bar in Pattaya, I would off both of them instantly (separately), but here with unclear status (offable or not? – I clearly prefer “Which boy do you want?”) and at Bangkok prices and long distance to my place (20km) and possible communication problems (they cannot read and write Thai), I will rather pass. I tip the boy who sat with me 100 Baht and we leave around midnight. Seems their strategy works. I clearly prefer gogo bars and very rarely go to beer bars. But I have been to Scorpion over five times since the “non-offable boy” post, often with friends, without offing a single boy there. (Side note: gay or straight is not important to me. I had better sex with straight boys than with gay boys. Why would Boy lie to me about his origin? Especially as it's easy to detect: he cannot read or write Thai and has no ID. And why would my friend M lie to my on our way back? He claimed that the boys can go with me for 1000 Baht for short time, but I clearly heard Boy rejecting M's offer for 1000 Baht. How I will appreciate next time in a gogo bar when Mamasan asks me "Do you want boy?"!)

Some interesting facts. Didn't know that there are bars elsewhere where the boys have to pay to work there. I think I read on stickmanweekly that price structure in girl bars is completely different (drink price, off fee, tip). It is clear to me that I don't pay for the drink, but for being allowed to enter the bar. I go to bars to watch boys in underwear with the intention to off one. There is an influx of customers when the show starts, I usually leave the bar when the show starts. It might be that the show is the expensive part of running a bar, that would mean I pay for something I don't want. Luckily, there are some bars without shows. An interesting question: does one group of customers (those who only come to watch or those who come to off) subsidize the other group? What is the ratio of these two groups in different bars, Asian and Farang customers, tourists and expats?

Timely revival of this old thread. I haven't shaved for over 5 weeks, longest ever. I will meet a friend who likes my beard on Thursday and get a shave at the barber (30 Baht) on Friday, to meet a friend who doesn't like my beard on Friday night.

The Zeus is former Ocean boys / Future Boys. I was there some weeks ago with a friend, both of us were not overwhelmed. I stayed in X-Boys for the show (until the golf ball, then it got too boring so I left) and there were boys with fluorescent paint "X-Boys" and "The Zeus" which indicates that both bars are under same management (and someone commented somewhere that The Zeus swaps boys with another bar, if I remember correctly). I commented on yesterday's visit to Soi Twilight on SGT, let me just copy:

Pizza at Scoozi in Siam Paragon 4th floor (on Tuesday 15.10.2013 with a friend). Pizza Margherita 230 Baht (+10% Service Charge + 7% VAT), was good, worth going again.

re #6: to buy gold for your boyfriend? Michael, you happened to be there during vegetarian festival (about Oct 5-13). I wanted to go, but didn't make it.

Mama Dolores' menue has been extended. My review (quoted above) was from a visit about a year ago when they had only pizza (as far as I remember). Some weeks ago, I went to Mama Dolores in Soi Sri Bam Pen (opposite Ibis Hotel). Tey have a gas fired oven. Pizza quality was similar to Mama Dolores on Yen Agat, however their focus is on delivery. There are boxes for pizza delivery on the desk and we (a friend and I) had to ask for the menu and then get up to get the menu and to order and we had to get cutlery ourselves. Good pizza, but no service.

I second that. I live in Bangkok and could go to Soi Twilight every night, but go only once per week and then only for looking, often not even into a bar, just in the Soi. Save my money for Pattaya, much better value for money and I like the attitude better. Thank you for all your updates, in this and the gayromeo thread. It was just a question of time until boys I know come up in this thread. One seems to like me (at least he contacts me whenever we meet in real life or online), but he is not my type. For the other one, the attraction is mutual and I meet him every time I go to Pattaya.

My phone (i-mobile IQ6) has a button (on the left side, under volume control) for screenshot. If you press is, the screen is saved as a picture file, in a folder "screenshots". I use this to save pictures from grindr and converstations on grindr (they get deleted after 30 days). Your phone might be different. Speaking of grindr, not overwhelming so far (3 months use), have yet to meet my first boy from grindr.

All conversation was in Thai, so I don't even know if they can speak English. However a friend of mine who does not speak Thai picks up boys at Hua Lampong, which means attitude and character are more important than speaking Thai. At the end, a big wallet is most important!

I was thinking of ear cleaning first, but then read the Thai sing (as Bob said: pierce a hole). But ear cleaning is not uncommon in barber shops. So Thais misspell "crab" as "crap" and romanize ปู "bpoo" as "poo".

Foursome with mocy drivers at Hua Lampong 05.10.2013 In case you wondered why there were few new topics from me lately, beside “internet”, there is “work” and “life”. But this story is worth sharing. The foursome was not at Hua Lampong station, but that’s where I met the mocy drivers. After a day out sightseeing, I end up at Central Pier Saphan Taksin. There are some boys sitting and drinking under the BTS station, one asks me where I go. I miss this chance to start a conversation. But I hang around to observe them. Two of them go to a place not far away where a wall is separated by water, they stand on the edge and pee on the wall (about 1 m water between them and the wall) so see who can reach a higher point. It is in public, so I have a look and a lot of laughters are had. I wonder how far it is from checking who can pee further or higher to checking who has the longer dick and who can cum more quickly or has more cum. Maybe next time I should join the pee contest and then comment that I might not be able to pee high, but have the longest dick or the most cum or whatever and see where that leads (just bet 100 Baht that I have the longest erect dick?). I take bus to Hua Lampong. Half a year ago, there was a very cute mocy driver with number 12. I went back a few times, but never saw him again. Now there was number 12, but it was someone else (not my type). But there is another cute mocy driver C. He asks where I want to go (walk around at the station, good for people watching). He then asks if I am looking for girls (no, I like boys), I leave it at that and have dinner about 20 m away. While I am dining, another boy N appears (mocy courier) next to the mocy drivers and he beckons me to come back when I finish my meal. So I join them and he says he has a friend who is gay and asks if I want to go to a place in Soi 4 (not Silom, see below) nearby for drinking (i.e. if I can pay for beer). That sounds interesting, I agree. Another mocy driver Y appears and we (N, Y and I) go to a place about 1 km away (Rong Mueang Soi 4 = Rama VI Soi 7). I beckon C to follow us (he is the cutest) when we leave. At the bar, we order beer. They have glasses half filled with ice (I wonder why the glasses don’t crack when the water freezes), so the lower bottom of the glass is filled with ice, the upper with beer. They have beer that is kept very cold (below freezing point of water?), and when it is poured on the ice, crystals of ice form so the beer looks like a fruit shake. No need to worry about C, he joins us not long after we arrived. There I am surrounded by three boys who are not stunners, but I wouldn’t throw them out of bed to let my cat in. They ask about my life in Thailand and how much I earn. I ask back how much they earn: 20,000 Baht per month. That must clearly be a misunderstanding, so I ask about daily income: 200 Baht on a poor day, 300 Baht on an average day, 700 to 800 Baht on a good day. These numbers are more reasonable. We have a few bottles (about 5 shared between us 4), my contribution is about 300 Baht (didn’t count). They pay for part of their beer and food, which is a good start. I don’t like the mentality that the farang pays everything. I once had a friend who bought some drink in 7/11, I was waiting outside, and when he came back he asked if I can refund him the 15 Baht for the drink. That was enough to cross him off my list of friends. I don’t remember how we got to the subject, but N asks me if he can go with me or if I want to go with him or whatever and then suggests that Y joins us. We discuss distance to my place (20 km) and ways to go there (bus or taxi). Finally C wants to join. No way I take 3 boys I don’t know to my place! (That would include travel at least 30 minutes and I don’t know if the will make a mess in my room, like Ice.) So I ask about hotel in the area. They know one, and off we go. The hotel (Tian Tong in Rong Muang Soi 2 or 3) is expensive (620 Baht per night) but I don’t want this encounter to fail for monetary reasons. I am in the room with N (the least attractive of the three). I take a shower. C and Y appear later. They are hungry, so I let them order food (140 Baht for two dishes). We are in towel or underwear (boxer shorts, the three boys), and now money is discussed for the first time. I dismiss a tentative request for 1000 Baht each. They ask for 500, I counter with 300. I am in a good position for negotiating: with three boys, whoever of them is not satisfied can leave. Anyway, they are cute, but not stunners, and I don’t have to have sex with any of them, we can part without sex and it still would have been an interesting evening (but a waste of 620 Baht for the hotel). Finally, they agree to 300 Baht each. Later we get to 1000 Baht for all three. I always keep plenty of 100 Baht notes in wallet, but after the drinking my reserves were depleted. Now if you are waiting for a description of an orgy, I have to disappoint you. Sex was so-so. There was some spontaneity on their part (other than most moneyboys, who are either completely indifferent or poor actors). They had straight porn running on the TV and each of us was wanking himself, and I had my free hand on one of the boys. I was hoping they would fall over each other, as I know it from gay porn. All had mooks in their dicks, one had four of them! But I can live with mooks. This time I took pictures, pm me if you want to see. I am not sure if any of them was gay. An interesting experience, but I have only two hands, and if I wank myself I have only one hand free to touch someone else. My idea is standing and hugging (so I can run my hands over his front and back), or lathering each other in the shower, or in bed I lying on my back and the boy on his knees above me (so I can touch his body everywhere where it is important to me: lower back, waist, abs, butt, crotch). When they lie on their back and wank, I cannot touch their back and their butt. After each of us came, shower time. I join one boy in the shower to soap him. While I am in the shower, my trousers with wallet and mobile phone is in the room with the three boys. I am still in the bathroom, when C comes in with my phone (which he obviously took from the pocket of my trousers) and asks if he can watch football on it. I don’t know about football, he asks for google and I switch the keyboard to Thai so he can do whatever he wants, and he would be busy for about 10 minutes. One of the boys starts smoking in the room, I have to tell him to go outside for smoking. I give one of the boys 1000 Baht to share amongst them, and we haven’t even left the room when they ask me if I come back next Saturday. That settles the question if 300 Baht is a fair price for boys you meet on the street. Experimental proof! Each of us could have walked away at any time and we would have stayed friends. Of course, if you spend all your time in Soi Twilight where a drink sets you back 300 baht, it is difficult to understand that a few km away, you can have a boy for that money. Welcome to the real Bangkok! Total cost about 2100 Baht (1000 for the boys, 620 hotel, 140 food, about 300 beer). I am better served with taking 3 boys separately at Saranrom park (boy 500, hotel 200). I will most probably not do it again (these three boys), but would recommend them to friends. Nonetheless an important step, first immediate hook-up on the street. I’m not a fan of exchanging phone numbers (then you have to arrange a meeting that suits both’s timetables, and involves traveling). Or rather I prefer exchanging phone numbers after sex, not before. We go back to Hua Lampong and say goodbye. I meet a tuk-tuk driver whom a friend had a while ago and who remembers me and who is cute. Too late for today! Maybe next time. I ask for his phone number. He doesn’t have a phone! But he asks for my phone number. I write it down on a piece of paper, it would be rude not to give him my number. But now I don’t know when he will call me and from which number and I will not be in the mood or in the area anyway. I ponder about going to Soi Twilight, but it is late, I have done enough for the day, and bus 29 is coming, so I go home.

Anybody still reading this? I should have written “preferences” instead of “requirements”. But there is hope: I sometimes have lucid moments where boys who are far off are very attractive to me. My aversion to tattoos has eroded, I now can accept some tattoos. Before I was focused on face, recently I met a few boys whose face is not that cute, but who have a great body. Now I am more focused on body than on face. But it seems my future boyfriend will have to be twink, no body hair, brown skin. I am cursed with these very specific preferences (see op). If I could change my sexual preferences, I would chose to be heterosexual and attracted to white women, would make life much easier and more socially acceptable. I don’t pursue my targets long, I give up easily. That’s a left over from my time in the closet: you can look (furtively), but not touch; you can think, but not speak. My pickiness is probably a “fox and grapes” case. (The fable: the fox cannot reach the high hanging grapes and finally concludes that they must be sour.) If I know I won’t get that boy into bed, I look for blemishes. I have been criticized for being superficial and focusing on physical attributes more than on character. This is simply because I didn’t get that far with any of my sexual partners. But manners is a problem. I think playing with their phone in my presence is horrible manners. On the other hand, I have seen groups of Thais or entire families in restaurants, everyone absorbed with their phone. Does this mean this is acceptable behavior in Thai society? But looking at it from a more positive viewpoint: all the boys I met who were absorbed with their phones were moneyboys or lo-so, whereas all boys I met who would be a good match for me (intellectual and social status) did not play with their phones. That doesn’t mean that I would chose my boyfriend by intellect and social status, but it would be advantageous if we were similar in this aspect. It takes me one second (under unfavorable conditions up to one minute) to determine if someone is my type, then it takes one minute to one hour to see if there are any negative attributes (smoking, tattoos, bitch, slut, no manners) that speak against having sex with him. It would take weeks to months to get to a point where honesty, cleverness, sense of humor and sincerity play a role. You can interpret these requirements preferences as a sign of sincerity. When I finally have a boyfriend, I will stop going to bars because I know that my boyfriend has a cuter face and a nicer body and sexier underwear and a better character than any of the boys I might meet in a bar. I would not become boyfriend with someone under the premise that this is temporary; the best solution at the moment and secretly looking for someone else who is slimmer or has darker skin or a cuter face. I am not alone with my underwear fetish. I recently contacted an acquaintance from two years ago. He now lives in Hat Yai but sometimes goes to Bangkok. He asked some specific questions about my underwear and wants to fuck me while both of us keep our underwear on. I am happy to oblige (although I prefer to finally take the underwear off). There are other lists of requirements for a boyfriend. I will leave it to gaybutton to post a list of his (if you have been reading the forums carefully, you will know where to find them), but I will link to those of fuel-injected-male, who has a completely different set of preferences: http://fuel-injected-male.blogspot.com/2008/05/another-table-for-one.html

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I did not try to be humorous, I have problems with spelling in one word or two words. Indeed, spell check recommends "message boards". I just learned about National Punctuation Day September 24 (every year). In very general terms, that should not offend anyone: if you have problems with punctuation, you can consult their website: http://www.nationalpunctuationday.com/ and check this out as well: http://theoatmeal.com/comics/misspelling (with comics and mnemonics: "If you put an A in "definitely", you are definitely an A-hole") re vinapu: I stay in when it rains in the evening, and sometimes I have a computer-free day on the weekend (or even a full weekend without computer, because I don't want to sit in front of a computer every day). But there are still plenty of stories to tell.

Ok, I have this compulsion to point out others' mistakes (when I read a book, I have an extra sheet of paper to note them down). It would help me if others pointed out mistakes in my posts. It looks like we are quits: others have dyslexia and I have the compulsion to mention their mistakes (but I can control it, I will refrain from pointing out others' grammar and spelling mistakes for the rest of the year). It's not meant to be rude, but it's of no help to the poster (unless I say what is wrong) and useless information for others who can see it themselves. I would prefer if all members wrote in correct English, but don't let this deter you from posting. Well, if you post on messageboards about gay Thailand, you must have a skin that is thicker than getting upset about someone mentioning your mistakes. Why was that thread deleted?