I have been with this one woman for about six years. She was a pretty little thing and I was always happy to be seen with her, but when I came back this time after six weeks in the sand box, she’s turned into a fat toad. I don’t want to be seen with her in case people start to feel sorry for me. What’s my options?
You have many options, Petal. You can cut and run, leaving everything you collected in the past six years. You can ignore the weight gain, but hide all cameras. Or the best way – tell her how much you loved her when she was a little petite lady, and can she go on a diet to get down to her original weight again? She will either cut up your trousers (be careful if you’re wearing them at the time), or physically throw you out, or point out your beer belly. That’s about it, Sandy. You made your bed, now you have to lie in it. I’m sure she didn’t put on all that weight in six weeks!
I’m lining up for a divorce after three years separation. I don’t want to spend heaps on this, but she won’t agree with divorce unless I give her large alimony payments. How to get around this?
As you have found out, to your sorrow, that where there’s a will, there’s always a won’t. Your (about to be ex-) wife doesn’t have all the aces, Petal, but go and see a lawyer. Tell him or her that you only have so much money, and can they do the job for that amount? If they can’t then all you can do is tell the judge your situation. Lots of luck.
I have had a jokey type relationship with my hairdresser for about six months. Last week she made it clear (I thought) that she would be interested in a little after hours fun, and we ended up with some slap and tickle in the back of the salon, nothing too deep, just what you’d call petting. I dropped by today with the idea of floating the idea of her closing the shop for an hour or two one afternoon, but she was not even in for a bit of a cuddle, so I did not pursue the idea. What gives with these Thai women, Hillary? I’ve had this before with lots of sexy suggestions, but then backing out at the last minute. Is this the way their culture demands or what? And should I keep trying with this dame?
My Petal, you have mistaken harmless fun with the real thing. Your hairdresser is just trying to keep you as a customer. A little snog every so often does not mean that she is ready for a roll between the covers at the local Lonely Hearts Hotel, room by the hour. Don’t get so serious with these ladies, they are just having some fun with you, but that’s all. If you are only looking for short term rumpy pumpy company then a bar beer, rather than a barber, is where you go. Understand now?
I see that there has been a crackdown recently about copy goods – shirts, CD’s and watches and the like. Pictures of them being burnt in the street and all. Why is this? Everyone knows that you go to Asia to buy real bargains. I always bring back a sack of watches and all the latest movies on DVD and some footy shirts for the blokes. What’s wrong with this? If I can’t get the stuff in Thailand any more, do you know where I can get them? I like Thailand, but I have to look at what I can take back to sell, to pay for the trip.
Dear Copy Cat,
Sorry about your holiday expenses business, but most countries are now closing those loopholes. Monsieur Louis Vitton and Columbia Pictures have more clout than you have, my Petal. However, all things are possible in Thailand – go to the local markets and try there! Wear an overcoat and dark glasses.
Bit of a broo-ha-ha from one of the naughty bars in Walking Street I read. Was it as ‘bad’ as it looks, Hills old girl? Over here in straitlaced Blighty little old ladies would be swooning on the streets.
Firstly, I am not “Hills old girl” by any stretch of the imagination. My name is, and always has been, Hillary and to refer to me as “old girl” is simply very poor manners. Which is what I think about the Walking Street incident – very poor manners. There are some things best kept away from the children, and children do walk down Walking Street. I cannot comment on your swooning old ladies in Blighty, but I am sure you would be the kind of gentleman to render assistance to these ladies in need of smelling salts.
Found the “good girl” from a good family and all that you are always banging on about, but progress is slow. So slow I’m thinking of giving up TBH. It has been two months and we’re up to holding hands (when nobody is around) and a peck on the cheek goodnight. We go out once a week, as that’s all she’ll do. She’s a nice girl but I’m running short of patience. What’s the next step?
I presume your acronym TBH is To Be Honest. So why not just write the full three words, so there can be no confusion? TAGB (that’s a good boy). Now to the go-slow romance which seems to be going nowhere. Mort, you are having yourself on. She is obviously so well mannered that she is trying to tell you, very gently, that even though you may be interested in her, she’s not interested in you. Your next step is to “Hit the road Jack and don’t you come back no more” that catchy song by Ray Charles. (You may be too young to remember the song, but never mind.)
You have often mentioned books that newcomers to Thailand should read and you should add “Falangs in Thailand” to that list. These cartoon books by Mike Baird are based on truth and everyone who laughs at the drawings should also remember that (it is based on truth). The cartoonist must have spent a lot of time watching what goes on in Pattaya, but what he shows is the same for Bangkok, Phuket and Chiang Mai. “Private Dancer” by Stephen Leather is another book that anyone who spends time in the bars should read. Stay there long enough and it will happen to you, so be warned. I hope this helps, Hillary. I enjoy your column.
I am so glad you like my weekly (weakly some days) column. Thank you for the information about suitable books, and I have enjoyed all of Mike’s books and do agree with your ideas. Unfortunately, I think many young chaps who come here (and some not so young as well) don’t seem to be able to read. Perhaps the cartoon books will be better for them, as long as they realize that Mike Baird is being very satirical. We can only hope, Petal. We can only hope.
I have to laugh at all your letter writers, wondering if they have found THE ONE, when they should start looking at themselves to see if they would be THE ONE for any of the women around here. I’m not talking about the girls from the bars, who are only there for one thing – money, while the blokes are also there for one thing – sex. They’ll never find the right one there. I’m talking about the ones you call “good girls”, and these blokes aren’t even looking in the right place, and I reckon no self respecting girl would want to be seen with some fat old bloke wobbling along with a skinful of booze every night. You try telling ‘em, Hillary, I’ve given up. They’ve got no (expletive removed) idea.
Al the Advisor
I understand where you’re coming from Petal, but if you want to be an advisor you’ve got to do more than throwing a bucket of warm manure over the people wanting advice. Once the average chap understands what the bars are for, and what the girls who work in the bars are there for, then you’re about half way there to finding someone who might be THE ONE and obviously not from the bar scene. The bars are for fun, not forever. You are correct when you say that the chaps looking for a partner have to present themselves in a good way as well. No Thai lady is looking for the kind of farang you best know. Finding THE ONE is difficult in any society, in any country, and is no different here. Just keep on showing those who ask of you where they shouldn’t look, and you’ve done your bit, Al. You could start with Jack with his problems this week. And he has big problems!
How do you keep up with all the tears that must come through your mail box? Every week another tale of doom and destruction, another house lost, and pig farms as well I read a couple of weeks ago. Or are you a victim as well?
It’s easy, Petal. I save up all the tissues that come with the reporters’ take aways and mop the mail box with them. Now as to your second question, yes I am a victim - I got ripped off at the local market by one stall holder who short changed me, but I didn’t know till I was counting my satangs that evening.
You bleat on every week about not having any expensive French champagne. Why don’t you do what the rest of us do, and that is to drink the cheaper champagnes from Australia, Chile, Spain or Italy?
Dear Methode Champenoise,
You have answered it already in your ‘nom de plume’ my Petal. You obviously know of the restrictions on using the name “champagne”. The Champagne producers successfully lobbied the European Union to restrict the use of that term within the EU to wines produced from their region. Thus, wines from elsewhere cannot even use the term “méthode champenoise” on products sold in the EU, and instead the term “traditional method” (méthode traditionnelle) or the local language equivalent may be seen; for instance, in Germany the term used is “klassische flaschengärung”. South African wines from the Western Cape are labelled with the term “Methode Cap Classique”. However, consumers outside the EU may see “méthode champenoise” used on labels for products made outside of France.
So for little people like me I would much rather drink the “real thing” than some other country’s copy. So, please send me the good stuff, that’s a nice chap.