A Tale of Two Thai Girls
By Wesley (from USA)
Three months in the kingdom of Thailand and my head was still swimming with the madness of the transition. I'd found work as a sort of English mercenary for a private company that rented English teachers out to public schools.
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I had three different schools, in three different districts of Bangkok
that I would visit each week, sometimes two in a day. I was busy.
When my roommate at the time caught me enthusiastically lounging on my
day off and asked if he could hire me to help grade some papers, I had
no desire to get involved. Until his "gik" descended the stairs and
asked what we were doing with a strange, crisp English accent.
had never seen her before but could not believe that this creature was
so intimately associated with this guy. She had long dark hair and a
nutty brown skin that stretched tight over her small frame's concise,
yet full and hypnotic curves. Her tight fitting white tank top and knit
shorts rippled like sails in the breeze with her taught muscles rising
and falling with her shifting hips as she hopped her way down the last
few steps with such a casually seductive grace that I immediately looked
away and tried to find something nearby to pretend to have been busy
I knew that my roommate would be leaving Thailand in two
weeks and, having up until that point failed to get too far beyond the
odd drunken one night stand, a predatory light went off in my head. And
so it was that I came to make the acquaintance of the beautiful miss
May. Our next meeting was at a restaurant not far from the JJ Market.
I'd bumped into my room-mate there and he invited me to join them for
dinner. That evening I threw as much charm as possible on the table, got
a phone number, and left it at that – for several months actually.
taken a job working at a cram school near Ramkhamhaeng University and
made the tragic mistake of giving my students a private email address
where I could be reached. It wasn't long until I'd been asked for my
number and, within a few days of divulging it, I had a clingy admirer.
was a fantastic girl – very cute, very smart, very cool interests and
hobbies. After we'd gone out a few times and reached the “movie at my
place” stage she came over one evening. The first thing she did was
start cleaning my apartment. I'd heard this sort of thing might happen
but nothing in my past had really prepared me for it, so I stood
awkwardly and wore a blank expression for a few minutes until she was
satisfied with the order of things. We watched a film, made out, cuddled
and chatted about those probing intimate things Thai girls don't wait
very long to start asking about.
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Apple, that was the name she used, told me about a time when she was a
young girl and had wet herself at school and had to spend the whole day
pretending nothing had happened, even though she knew everyone knew it
had and was whispering about it. The question she asked me then was
strange. In her lilting, broken English she asked “Do you also have some
shame?” and she smiled at me. My mind whirled. As I saw it, and still
see it really, I have more shames of real gravity than could be easily
listed. I told her about a boy I had basically had ostracized in a small
country school I used to attend, something I felt horrible about not
long after I realized what I'd done and I still hope didn't leave to
horrifying a mark. I figured it was an adequately heinous admission.
absorbed it without skipping a beat and then, looking away, told me she
was still a virgin. Again, my head was set spinning. This presented a
host of possible problems. I was afraid of getting too involved too fast
because that declaration being put on the table meant that there was
huge emotional investment on her part, way beyond anything I was putting
into it at that point. I might have thought that it was a bit of a
white lie on her part, but it was introduced so late in the game, after
there had been plenty of time to try to lure me to bed with such
pretense. She wouldn't have been the first Thai girl I'd gone out with
to try it.
With great difficulty I managed not to pounce and
decided to take things slowly and make sure I was committed enough to
give her fair return on whatever investment she was making.
kept doing on dinner dates, walks around the campus and stadium, and the
occasional movie night, but the text messages got to be too much. There
were several coming through in any given hour and she was furious if I
failed to respond to any of them. My pleas that I was a busy guy and
couldn't always stop and think of something to text back were falling on
deaf ears and I fell silent. She'd finished the program she'd enrolled
in before I really started dating her so there weren't any mandatory
encounters, but the texts persisted, and some of them were really angry.
this time there had been another incident with two graduate students
who'd come for an advanced conversation class at another school in the
building. They approached me and asked if I'd like to have lunch at a
canteen nearby. We ate, chatted, and exchanged numbers. Later the same
day I got a very angry phone call from a gentleman with a middle-eastern
accent telling me that I should stick to teaching and stay away from
other people's women.
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Coupled with this girl's ceaseless and increasingly threatening texts, that got me a little spooked. It was then I remembered May. She'd seemed incredibly sane; I'd call her up and ask if there was any real reason for concern, like angry cousins or something, or if this sort of nuttiness was typical of a Thai lady smitten. Young and foolish, the lighting of this bulb had a domino effect and I soon had secondary, even tertiary agendas.
We met at Molly Malone's and went upstairs to found a corner booth. Draft stout for me and gin martini for her (which stood out to me as most girls that age drink alcoholic slurpees). I stared across the table at her sharp, exotic features. Her face had an almost northern Indian quality. She would come to tell me much later that she was in fact often mistaken for an Indian, something which was incredibly offensive to her.
She was originally from the deep-south and as her mother was a teacher, they had to relocate. For all intents and purposes, May was a girl of the city, the countryside mostly relegated to distant childhood memory. She still lived at home with her mother and stepfather, who was an Englishman and had been in the picture for a long time (thus the accent). She was an undergrad student in her 2nd year and the incarnation of every feminine fantasy I had ever entertained in my then short life.
As the alcohol flowed I felt more comfortable broaching the topic of her “status”. Things were left in a kind of limbo state that evening, but it didn't last for long. I moved into a new, very conveniently located place and it was game on. I'd honestly never been happier. May was very kind, beautiful, and energetic with an appetite as insatiable as my own. While there was not much actual “dating” between us, it was a charged 6 months until...
One day I got a call from Apple. She was proud to announce that since we'd parted ways she'd had a relationship that culminated in a single sexual encounter; it had left her feeling empty and sad and she wanted to talk to me again. Still young and stupid I thought that this painful emotional experience may have calmed the urge to cling, and since May and I were still on officially unofficial terms I couldn't see any harm in getting together for dinner or coffee and seeing if there was anything there.
Tragically, I wasn't allowed the time to let things take that subdued and easy to manage course; decision was forced upon me with aggressive haste.
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The day following the re-introduction call I'd met some friends for
drinks, it being the Songkran holiday and all of us without
responsibility. I got home at around 11, with a headache and the growing
sense I'd blown too much cash and probably said a few things that would
be embarrassing in the morning. There was another call. This time she
was on her way home, it was dark, mother was out of town, and she was
cornered by a man not far from her house. He had attempted to rape her.
She said she was feeling scared and would like to come over to my place
so she wouldn't have to be alone. I wasn't sure I believed any of this,
and I wasn't sure I wanted company – even if it was a young, essentially
untouched, and incredibly attractive woman. But I had to act fast, so I
gave her directions to my apartment.
When she arrived she wasn't as shaken as I would have expected, but I
didn't make anything of it and went through all the motions I thought
one should under the presumed situation. Eventually, after a fairly
sparse conversation, she made a very emotionally charged grab and locked
herself around me. She was soft and so beautiful, and I was powerless.
next morning at around 10, my phone rang and before I'd had a chance to
open my eyes and look around for it, I heard Apple's voice, “Hello,
My heart dropped. I didn't waste time with politeness retrieving my
phone. The call was already disconnected. I ran into the bathroom and
called May back. She was furious. Her rule had applied to both of us and
was that if there were to be any indiscretion it should be properly
concealed from the other. I begged and bargained, I cried, and
eventually I gave up.
Apple had known about May, I had told her about that during that first
call and mentioned it the night before. She'd done it on purpose. She
actually made a defense of herself and attacked May's character, but I
wanted no part of any of it. I asked her to leave. I bought a bottle of
liquor, then a second bottle, and a water gun. I'm not really sure what I
did after that.
I woke up three days later with a backache,
black eye, headache and 10 very angry voice messages from my boss; but
when I thought about either of the girls I'd just lost, I felt no pain
Editorial Note: In some ways the antics employed by Apple remind me of the sort of thing that working girls get up to. Jealousy can be a powerful emotion with these girls anger is quick to follow once you are tagged as her ‘boyfriend’.
I’m glad that you resolved this situation in the time-honoured Western tradition of drinking yourself into a stupour, thanks for the story.