I sat and visited with these 3 lovely ladies just this week.  Two of the three are confirmed looking for a farang guys to "hook up" with.   I am off the table for these three because I already have a part-time thing going with a sister of one of them. Girl on the far right is 21, girl on the left is 28 and I don't the know the age of girl in the middle (early 20's?)  All of them nice. You too can be here sitting at this table with these girls.  Ok, so you won't be talking deeply about partisan politics but I'm sure something will come to mind. The girl on the right is in a local college majoring in English, and as you might guess she is one of the two looking for a Mr. Farang.

That Damn Farang  (farang is a Thai term that means white skinned foreigner)

How dare that guy!  I'm going to strangle him.  If I get my hands on him, I'm going to hang him up by his genitalia until his balls rot off.   I am totally pissed.   Unbelievable, oh I'm furious.  And she is not any better.  I don't even turn my back for a second, and she is cheating on me.  What an idiot I have been.   I'm just so livid I could spit nails.    I even had my girl checked out by an investigator and he verified that she wasn't working anymore.   I call her regularly on her cell phone.  I know she is in her home town and yet she still was screwing around on me.   All the money I have lost on that one.... how disappointing this is.  What sucker I have been.  I'm just so over this....never again.....I'm swearing off Thai girls.....

These are just some of the things that other guys would be saying if they knew that their girl had cheated on them with The Great Galt.   That's right, bar girls AND non-bar girls, have come back to their home town (my home town), singled me out and had affairs with me knowing full well their boyfriends were safely back in their home country.  In one case, their man as waiting for her back in Pattaya.  In all cases, each of these girls were on independent visits to see family.

Let me proclaim to you one major universal truth: The Thai Female is Crafty.

It is impossible for you to always know what she is doing.  Even in your home town in plain sight, you will not know what she is doing.   If she is sleeping with you every night in your own house, during the day, you can not with 100% assurance know what she is up to.

Love is a 4 lettered word.   She may believe in her heart but that term doesn't turn the cogs in her head.

The more time you spend with her directly, the more you will sense what is going on in her life, but I guarantee you, if there is anything lacking at all in your relationship with her, she will be working another angles with  potential new opportunity to fulfill any needs that she may have.

If she is completely happy and she is reasonably sure that you're not looking around to stray, she may be just fine but if she has any insecurity about anything in your relationship, she will begin to go off-track.  The net result is often, if not always, that she is looking, planning, flirting, meeting, calling, or sleeping with another man, be it Thai or Farang.

If you are taking trips away from home, and she suspects you are up to no good, in most cases, she will beat you to it.   If she has any doubts about you, she'll have an affair with another man just to test those doubts.  And you'll not know about it.  The Thai female is very crafty.

Let me give you one story that occurred in my home town.  This is as completely true as I can remember it.

A Galt Minor Detour...

But before I get started with my story...Let me take a minute to explain something to you....

Some of you think that I just like tooting my own horn and showing off with my accounts.  I can understand why you might think this way.  I do enjoy sharing my stories and I want to share them in a tasteful and interesting way.   The reason I go through the extra work of laying out out a my own personal story is that I think it's really important to give you a glimpse on why I think that way that I do.   I also don't want to make a blanket statement about Thailand without backing it up with some facts.    There are others on the Internet who just tell you "this is how it is" but they don't live the life.  They have never experienced their own views in reality.   That is being a fake.   I am not a fake.   I will not tell you about how great and exhilarating sky diving is unless I have in fact gone sky diving.  You follow me?  Ok, thanks, let's continue.

Ok, we are back!

I typically go out on the town 5 to 7 nights of the week.  Near 10 or 11 pm I'll take an hour to relax and order food or listen to some local music.  I may go to the local disco or a combination bar/restaurant.  I go to where people are hanging out so I can flirt with the girls.    It's a fun way to end a day and I do this most every night.  On the weekends I may take a walk through the disco (we have one).   I may hang out for a while and enjoy a coke. 

Let me now recount a period of time from about 3 years ago.

On one of those nights, a girl walked up to me and she introduced herself.   She spoke very good English.  She told me that she previously working a Pattaya hotel but had quit to come home and be with her mother and family.   We'll call her Mary.   Mary has long straight dark hair and a pretty face.  She was about 5 feet 6 inches, nice skin, medium build, wide busted.   Lovely.  Not a stunner, but agreeable.  I believe she was about 23.

For a moment you need to picture the psychology of this encounter.  I am the only farang in the disco at the time (at most there may be 3 there on any given evening), the general community regard me as one of the special guys in town because I'm a farang (big deal).  I am the smart one, I am the rich one, I have the white skin, blah, blah, blah.  It's a social boost for people to be seen with me and interact with me especially in a town where there are very few farangs.  So, here is Mary, and she speaks pretty good English.   She has a "D" ticket to walk right up to me and start a conversation.   Mary instantly enjoys a little extra prestige.   This drawls her right into my personal space with ease.  She is likely to be more bold with me here than in Pattaya because were are deep in Thailand away from the normal farang world.  I think that gives these particular girls license to act more aggressively outside her normal parameters.

That first night was relatively uneventful.  We exchanged phone numbers, she told me pretty much right away about her boyfriend in Sweden or Demark.   She came home and was awaiting on her boyfriend to come and workout the Visa for her to travel with him to his country.   I think she did say this was her opportunity to be married to him.  I didn't probe too deeply into that with her.  I just accepted it.  It wasn't my business.

In the coming week we hung out together a little bit, work was slow for me, she was bored without much to do.  As more boredom set in, we ended up hanging out together more often.   I met the mother, and the older sister.  I didn't really think much of it until she and I started to cross that thin line between friends and lovers.  It's a easy line to cross.  It happens.   It like stepping on a banana peal and Whoops, damn, how did that happen?  Shit.

Ok, so her life gets a whole lot more complicated.   We spent a number of evenings together.   I distinctly remember her getting up out of bed naked and walking out of the bedroom when her boyfriend called her cell phone from his home country.  (Incidentally this happens when girls are with me on a frequent basis.  It mostly happens when parents call).  It was awkward.  We didn't talk about it.   I just ignored and accepted it.  We weren't talking about anything serious so her boyfriend plans were none of my business.

In the course of our multi-week "interlude" she says something to me that I have never forgotten, she said "You scare me".   Hind sight I think she was saying that I shook her commitment to her boyfriend.   She could have been hopping that I would turn out to be a better offer, I don't know.  In due course we went our separate ways.  (I scared her off when an old girl friend came back into my life for a couple of weeks.) 

I lost contact with her.  I didn't call her again and I only saw her around town on a very infrequent basis.  We parted friends and that's alright in my book.

About 2 months past, and I bump into her again.  This time the boyfriend is in tow.  He is a young guy in his late 20's.  Very good looking guy.  She introduces me, and she tells about her imminent plans to leave with him.

(Oh, hell, now I'm shaking this guy's hand.  She is as cool as a cucumber.  Not an ounce of guilt on her face.  It was an impressive performance.   I put myself in his shoes.   Did he notice anything?    Did I handle myself well?   Wow, she put on an impressive piece of acting.)

As quickly as we said hello, we said our goodbyes and I was glad to get out of there.  I couldn't help but to think that in the future I could be in his position.

I never saw that girl again after that day.  Not once.

Mary choose the option that she had, to marry and leave this town.  But, before going she checked out her options.  This is a standard practice.  The methods a girl may use can vary.  Lying will most certainly be involved and she'll be very crafty about it.  Also consider one other important thing -- Her family was in on the deal.   They met me.  You can be sure they too knew what was going on.  I'm certain of it.   What does that mean to you?

Side Note:

I live in the country and I visit the city so my experiences are biased to the people in the upper Northeast.   However, when I'm on one of my little NNL tour-ettes I really feel like I'm experiencing things in the same way.  I don't notice much difference in basic behavior.    My guess is that girls are every bit a crafty in Bangkok/Pattaya as they are in the country (maybe more so).  But that is just my viewpoint.    I could be wrong about it.  It's up to you to come see for yourself.   Maybe you too someday will write about your accounts on the web.

Coffee Shop Update (from last week's article in this category)

Well, I have a chance to quench some of my curiosity with one of the coffee shop girls.   I can only say that sometimes expectations don't meet reality.  I probably should have focused my efforts on the other girl.  Oh, well.  This is sometimes how it goes.  Not always a winner behind every door.  But, this is Thailand and luckily there are doors to open.   As you might have surmised by now, I'm a bit spoiled but I try not to make a pig of myself.

A Keen Galt Observation

I hated rice back in the US.  The only time I really liked it was when I was eating a Cuban dish of chicken, yellow rice, black olives and beans.   That was good eating and I enjoyed that down in Miami Florida where most of the true Cubans live inside the US.

But, in most places around America, the rice is just not interesting.   I never liked it all that much and if you told me ahead of time that I was going to eat it nearly everyday in Thailand, I would probably used some clever expletive to denounce that notion.  Rice was defiantly not on my list of favorite foods -- no way, nada.

Well, turns out that rice isn't so bad.  In fact, I've come to like it.  I do eat it frequently.   But, there are specific reasons that I believe that gave me the change of heart.   I have come to realize that back in the US, very few people understand rice.  Certainly, my mother didn't.  Here in Thailand, they have been working with rice for at least 2 centuries.  That is a pretty damn long time.  They eat rice every day.  They know how to prepare it correctly.  They even know how to choose the correct rice for the appropriate dish.  I never knew there were so many different kinds of rice.  Some rices are good for sticky rice, and some for steamed rice, and others for boiled rice (looks a little like a soup).

Picking out the correct rice is important and then knowing how to cook it essential.  If you look to the picture on the right, you'll notice difference colors between varieties.  There are slight texture differences as well.

Then I come to find out that the best rice aren't exported.  Hell, no wonder I didn't like rice back in the US.  I never had the chance to get a good plate of it.  Thais know what they are doing with rice.  I imagine the Laos, Chinese and Vietnamese have a handle on it as well.  If you're planning on coming out this way, don't worry about this area of the food.  I have a feeling you'll agree with us out here that rice is an enjoyable part of your diet.

What's the Big Deal Local Boys?

This site is not primarily intended for guys inside Thailand.  You fellow "co-whoremongers" see what I see.   What's the point of reading it here and going off and making little snide comments about it on local forums?  What the hell do you care?  I'm writing down my observations and stories for guys who were like me 5 years ago.  Those guys are looking for a place to go, to see the world and have some fresh adventures.   Lots of people are struggling with jobs in the west trying to decide what is point of it all?  I'm just showing some of those guys a piece of what we have here.  If you don't like it, then go read StickmanBangkok.com or MangoSauce.com or some other web site that appeals to your sensitivities a little more directly.

Warning to the westerner -- there are number of x-pats here in the kingdom that are really out of line.  They are social misfits and people that come here because the can't get along with normal people in the west.   If you come out to Thailand, one of the things you'll need to be careful about is how to choose your friends.   Many farang westerners are undesirables who are very unhappy with their personal lives.   I'm going to write a few stories about them in the future.

Ok, people; thanks for stopping by.  Nice to have you with us.  I hope I've given you something to enrich your knowledge.  Perhaps you'll be coming out for a visit sometime.

Just look over your shoulder to the next guy down the line at the local Pattaya beer bar.  If that guy is trim, in his 40's, a non-smoker, and is drinking a coke when everyone else is drinking a beer, you might be just looking at The Galt.

John Galt