the chinese secret service boy

I know, that title sounds rather thrilling. Well, here in farangland life is not so thrilling, but quite ok. importantly, my friend the hong kong glam queen put lacquer on my fingernails, and I LOVE it. i am now an even prettier bangkokbitch. and also, I found some important beauty items agains razor burns that I cant find in Thailand (I guess Thais need to shave less...). That cost me quite a lot of farangmoney but I got two bottles. greedy. Also the problems with the Chinese landlord and the about 15 other chinese tenants in the place has been solved, no idea why but it is now solved.



A chinese romance evolving?



Well, I thought I should try the local dating scene a bit. Since I am not so much into other farang, especially the ones here, I focused on our friends from the Orient. There was a 42 year old Thai who wanted to massage me for free (wow I dont need to pay for sex by a 42 year old, what a bargain!!) and announced that he is a good sucker and kisser. There is also the 17 year old hottie who is not a farang but also not an Asian...who wants to meet me. There's also a 27 year old hot singaporean and so on and so on and I am seriously wondering whether I can actually meet better people here than in Bangkok....well the choice is not very wide but hey, the quality is not bad at all. These are all kind of cool guys who've travelled a bit and find this city here boring...a lot in common already.


Yesterday, I ended up meeting one of these guys. We call him the chinese secret service boy. chinese secret service boy is my age and very charming. He radiates. I really dont know but with some people I feel immediate attraction (not by the ways of wanting to have sex) to someone. I did with chinese secret service boy. He picked me up late at night in the city and I got into his car. I could tell we liked each other as we were both shy to talk and looked at each other at length. To my surprise he didnt drive to his place but to a hotel, where we went to have a late-night drink. I had tea and he had a hot chocolace with extra caramel syrup. We talked about ourselves, I told him about bangkok and he told me about his life a bit - except, his job is "near the airport". That's call he could tell about his job. "I am not really supposed to talk about my job." Alarm bells on my side. But that mystery fascinates me. I think he works with some sort of secret service since his English is perfect American English and he's never lived there. Then I leaned back and he looked at my crotch about 4 times AT LENGTH...saying that he only has sex "when I have a boyfriend". I dont believe people that say these kind of things. So far, he hasnt broken his promise. He drove me home and we listened to love songs in the car. He however strangely refused to do anything a bit more daring or daunting. I am offered a second meeting today.