I am a firm believer in the old adage, "if you can't say something nice about someone, don't say anything at all." This tart however deserves to be an exception to the rule. Ok let's be honest, the pay for play scene is not an exact science, or as a friend of mine has elucidated more than once... "it ain't like pickin' out a piece of chicken or something." Those who have participated here in Thailand or elsewhere, know exactly what I'm talking about. There are good times and some not so good. Bad chemistry, bad timing, whatever... no one's fault really. You just chalk it up to experience and move on.
That being said, there are certain "signs" or "indicators" a punter develops over time to enhance their odds of having a pleasurable experience... a smart punter that is. My point here is not to share personal insights about how I make my choices as much as the fact that, against my better judgment, I ignored all the obvious signs for a twirl with this demonic beauty. I don't drink, so I can't use that as an excuse. The fact is... I was sober as I made my way up Walking Street toward Pattaya Tai. It was still early, about 11 o'clock or so.
And there she was, standing in a doorway about 50 meters south of Jenny Star Bar looking for all the world like she was poured into her tight white mini. Her face resembled, more or less, the pics laptop has already posted at the beginning of this thread. Add a few years and a generous helping of yaba and you'll get the picture. She was still gorgeous. I wasn't really looking for anything in particular that night, just gawking my way up the soi, but in less time than it takes to say, "hello handsome man", I walked right up to her and said, "I'd like to buy you a drink and take you home to meet my mother" or something like that.
JEEEZUS... I could hardly believe those words actually came out my mouth. She was hot to be sure, but something was just not right. My name "Bee", she said. Red lights were going off, warning bells were ringing, something inside was screaming... "move it on up the soi bubba", instead we moved it on up to Jenny Bar and soon after to this sleazy short time hotel across the street. At this point the thrill was beginning to fade so to speak, her personality had already spoiled the moment, but my reasoning was... I'll just drain my nut, write it off to a less than desirable bunk up and move on. I ran my hand up the back of her head, felt the hair extensions and made the mistake of saying, "did you just get out of the monkey house sugar?" That was it.
Ladyboys who get pinched are given haircuts before their incarceration so hair extensions are essential if they want a long mane after their release. I was kind of half kidding, but shit this cunt totally went off on me. Must have struck a nerve. I will spare you the sordid details, suffice to say it was a most unpleasant few moments. It's rare that I will make an exit before the deed is done, but after our little altercation I prudently (I thought), dropped a purple note on the bed and beat a hasty retreat. Thankfully, Bee or whatever the fuck she calls herself, was still wrapped in a towel frothing like a rabid dog. It remains to this day, after 8 years of living here, the only time I have felt threatened in Thailand.
Yeah... give this cunt a miss for sure.
Jukkagy
Edited by jukkagy, 22 August 2008 - 12:23 PM.
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I hope everyone else will run a mile if she comes near them. Its only a matter of time before she pops up on Pattaya news for something very serious. She is one of the most dangerous around for sure.
