A text message exchange

Pattaya, 13 Jan. 2012

So there I am again, waiting for my key, no lady of the night keeping me company in my lonely life, guiding my hand to her crotch, the hot and damp sensation of a woman's private parts wedding my fingers through the thin layer of fabric, dirty blue jeans with a certain smelly mid section...instead I drink my Chang Export while Mister Porn is doing honor to his nick, balling that big silicone tit from the New Star laundrette...

With me watching the going-ons in Soi Honey Inn, a bunch of sharply dressed Indians unwilling to pay their taxi, a scrawny dog licking his flea invested behind, the countless ambulant food vendors preparing for tonight's business, bored motorbike taxistas waiting for clientele...

My thoughts turn inward, maybe amuzing myself with the memory of last night's text messages exchange on my newly bought mobile telephone...it went something like this:

Mun to me, "Hans, me hungry"

Me to Mun, " What you like eat?"

Mun to me, "Me like eat your c*ck"

Me to Mun, " What is prise dinner?"

Mun to me, " Three hundret Baht"

Me to Mun, " Okay, name restaurant, New Star, number table 507"

- 507 being the number of my New Star guesthouse room!! -

The big beaming smile of Mister Porn's face brings me back to the here and now...at least he had the decency to pay fifty Baht to the Lady Receptionista.