The Game of Cupid and Stupid

Thailand, Pattaya,
29-03-2010.

As always sitting outside my guesthouse late at night slowing preparing for bed time. a can of cold Leo ready for consumption, a glass ashtray taking care of my
my Burmese sigar butts, my sketchbbook close at hand, I try to keep a carefull eye on the happenings in my Soi but at the same time pretending to be totally disinterested in the going-ons - the nochalant way of life practiced by the Thais themselves...

Take the Kathoy sitting on his/her motorbike for example, apparently only more into applying his/her mascara, have a careful look at the image beaming back at him/her from his/her little make-up mirror, checking if the arteficial eye lashes are in place, if the right amount of lipstick has been done, but in reality he/she is here waiting for the New Star house dealer, waiting for his/her daily dose of little red pills, the deal done inside the lobby for anyone to see but nobody paying the slightest attention though totally aware of the 600 Baht being handed over...

Everybody knows about this nutty little lady hovering around the entrance, hoping for a shorttime with one of the Farangs leaving or arriving. At only 20 years old and dimunitive of stature, with her little doll-like face and small child-like bo*bies she msut be a hot number and does manage to get most of the New Star male
clientele on her her customer list, with pas de person even looking up when yet again she tramps up the stairs, her small hand disappearing in the hairy Farang claw of her latest conquest, the house dealer meanwhile having a cold Heineken in the Intown Restaurant across the road, most likely celebrating his evening's profits...waiting for Miss Doll-Like-Face to come downstaris again with maybe 300/400Baht in her purse, excited at the prospect of a 300 Baht Red Pill of Yaa-Baa, her young female mind already burned away by countless similar pills...

This being late at night the soi is full with Farang males dressed in shorts and T-shirts that do little in the way of hiding carefully groomed beer guts, holding hand with their choise of the night, just picked up from the boulevard, their high heels going clickety-click on the pavement while they struggle to keep up with their 1000 Baht all nighter, Asian s*x slaves happily following their master of the nocturnal adult-only game...

But then judgement is not mine to make...I have no right to make comments about the wife he left behind, the church's laws on the marital bed only - which by the way he burned - about the God he abandoned, probably believing, after discovering the male heaven that is called Pattaya, the game of Cupid is actually really stupid back home in far away Farang Land...here the ladies will bow to him - Wai you know - and read his every wish from his blue shiners..ignoring his heavy beer consumption, so unlike the missus he by now has come to hate for all these wastefull years that were full with nagging...

I feel a bit like a reclusive monk watching it all from the protective smoke of my Burmese sigar that hovers like a death shroud around me, its strong smell keeping any unattached Hot momma that had no luck tonight, from approaching me, leaving me alone with my pensive thoughts...