Five times the marital life

Thailand, Bangkok,
07-03-2010.

Drinking my early morning 7/Eleven instant coffee on my usual bench on the boulevard, some Hot Mommas asking me for a bit of change - after all they too want coffee while hoping for a Farang looking for a pre-breakfast shorttime - mobile cooked-food vendors doing a brisk trade with these hungry ladies of the night who had no busibness last night and are therefore still haning out here...

A huge 6 foot four Dutchman from Amsterdam somewhere in his late fifties and in the possession of a huge belly that falls like Jelly-O over the waist of his rediculous shorts, sweating profusely, drinking a huge bottle of Chang despite the still early morning and trying hard to explain to me the hazards of married life - he should know having been married and devorced five times already...

Like how his first wive was a f*cking sadist who would smack the offspring repeatedly and couldn't stop belittling them, telling them to have a close look at their father who never accomplished anything in his life...

How his second wife would rave he was a s*x addict just for the occasional look at a good-looking babe walking by in the street - a pretty normal thing for any man to do, even I have to admit to that - and would give him endless speeches of the dangers of HIV and STDs...and all that for a casual glance at a young woman in shorts showing off a pair of endless great sun-tanned legs...

The one that was way too dominant in bed complaing all men followed their s*x instincts and had no consideration for a woman's org*sm, who would want to go to that dirty beach in Ymuiden at least every weekend...

Then there was Wendy who was always threatening with divorce and expensive lawyers who would squeeze his b*lls totally empty when she wouldn't get her way, long shopping sprees and a platinum bank card were her desires but hardly any s*x in the marital bed...

The last wive was always argueing with the Maroccan neighbors expecting him to constantly be on her side while doing her act of the Albert Kuyp market fish monger but was way too lazy to do the household chores...

"no, my mate, these days I can follow my own s*x instincts", he concludes before turning to Miss Penn who is busy eating her twenty baht barbecued chicken legs paid by stupid me, arranging a four hundert baht shorttime and off they are leaving me alone again pondering how fascinating it is to see two total strangers walking off to the privacy of a paid room , who gonna have s*x within five minutes after their first meeting...well, this is Pattaya after all...