A Bitter Sweet Memory of a Thai Sweetheart
Chalisa was a special, special WG. Tragic though... She wanted out so badly! To just go home and be with her daughter, run a hair salon, and be happy. But she could never make, or keep, enough funds.
She was from Isaan, as many Thai WGs are. A poor farm girl with no education, little real work experience, and whose primary goal in life was to marry a Farang and be wisked away happily ever after. I met her when she was 34 - but looked not a day over 25 and with a body that was rock hard and sexy beyond words. A great ass, great big firm tits, and an astonishingly pretty face. I met her in the Cavern the first time. I saw her walk in and just HAD to find a way to talk to her and see if she was "working". I have never been one for pick-up lines, so just bought two beers, walked to her table where she sat with 4 other Thai girls, sat down, handed her a beer and said "Hello, you are beautiful". She smiled. I smiled. We talked a while. The more I watched her the more I wondered - is this the most beautiful girl I've ever seen? Even more so than my sweet Joann? Maybe.
In bed, later that nite I learned she is simply spectacular in the sack too. We pretty much stayed up the whole nite screwing. Maybe four or five times. I was spent but would wake to feel her hand on LB waking him for another go.
In the morning she told me she was flying to Bangkok later that same day. "What?!? Nooo, we just met!!". Come see me she says. Haha, right, I thought.
And then a week or so later I though "Why not?". Jumped in a plane and was there.
She met me at the airport and I told her to just "show me something cool". We diverted from the hotel route and headed about 1.5 hours away to Ayutaya. The ancient ruins. Astonishing. I loved it. She explained much of the history and much of her belief system. She's a devoted Buddist and by the time my trip had ended had damn near converted me too.
She asked me not to go to a hotel but to come to her place. She lived alone so no family to meet. Yeah - this felt right.
Her place was small and cramped in a poor, poor neighborhood, but her pride in it filled her up as she showed me everything she owned. Her pots, her stove, her bed, on and on she explained where things came from. Always smiling and laughing - just so thrilled I was there. We made love for hours - but not until she turned or covered-up all the Buddas that graced the apartment. She prayed a little prayer before each Budda, each picture. Her faith and her personality where one. They could not be separated.
We went out and walked around her neighborhood. Her friends all came out to welcome her back and she glowed with pride as she introduced me. She was "showing me off" and I played the game as best I could to give her the proudest moment I could. Showering her with my interest and kisses and respect. We ate with 6 or 7 of her friends outside her apartment using a flower pot as a fireplace. I helped where I could - grinding spices with a mortar, finding firewood, washing a pot. They all found it strange and humorous that this farang was there grinding spices for their meal. And all the while I would catch Chalisa looking at me and chatting to her friends wearing a smile that would melt anyone's heart.
We bought beers and stayed around the fire drinking all evening. Friends came and left as our party randomly grew and shrank, grew again and finally fizzled gently like the fire slowly burning down. Nice. So very nice.
I found a piece of heaven that trip. She showed me all over. The temples, the jungles, the farms. We made love everywhere and every chance we could.
When I left for the airport her tears and cries where as deep and uncontrolled as her joys where the previous days. Chalisa was emotion. She wore every joy and every pain in the wide open. To hide a feeling was impossible for her.
I fell in love with that girl on that trip. I wish I could have captured that moment in time and just stayed in it.
But that is not life.
She came back to HK on and off, and I went and saw her again at her home once more. But as she came to understand I was truly not available, that this was just a WG-Punter relationship in the end, no matter how wonderful and sweet it was, she began to unravel.
At 34 she saw her opportunities fading. She worked more and more as a reluctant WG. She felt trapped, doomed. She drank more and more. I saw her again in HK and she was a wreck. Drunk, ripped clothes, and oh so sad. Crying so hard in my arms I felt like running away - the emotion just so raw. But I stayed and tried to console her. I couldn't, and finally she just fell asleep.
Today, she is back in Isaan on her farm. She's bored she tells me, lonely and sad. It breaks my heart to think that this girl, who is as close to pure joy incarnate, remains alone and sad.
Any man would have been very, very lucky, I think, to have married her. I think her devotion would have been total and forever. But it was not my place or time. Was not to be.
I will not forget Chalisa. | |
