‘Bashful Bob’ was wondering how to ask an educated Thai woman on a date. ‘Bashful Bob’ obviously works for a living and is a newbie which is just grand for him. Most likely he is even within ten years of her age which could make for an honest life together including perhaps family without dad being pushed around in a wheelchair himself someday. He has found a woman of education who works for a living, speaks English, and is courteous to him. To poor Bob I would say, I envy you, as you have found a beautiful bashful flower. Proceed slowly, be prepared to put your best foot forward with the young lady’s family and ask if you may come to her home sometime to meet her mother and father. Only then will you know if your suspicions that she is free are actual and she is really available. As you have pointed out, in Thai culture family is everything. If you are not a good fit with them your relationship will be complicated.
There are a few items you have forgotten in your very wise advice. You forgot to tell him to enquire about the family buffalo and how her brother is after the motorcycle accident. Also to ask if the family dines at the table or off the floor. If she does have a table and doesn’t have a buffalo or a brother, you will have discovered a real gem. In finishing, I have no buffalo or brother. Chocolates should be sent to the Pattaya Mail office clearly marked “For Hillary”.
I have come over here on holiday from the UK and I am shocked by what I see here, going on night and day. I can put up with the endless beer bars with young women trying to get people to sit down and drink. I can put up with the fact there are gogo bars with women displaying their bodies as some sort of tourist attraction, but I cannot put up with the way old foreign men walk around with barely teenage Thai girls hanging on to their arm. They all have such smug looks on their faces with a ‘Look at me, aren’t I clever’ expression. Don’t they know, or doesn’t anybody tell them that they are just being taken for a ride? They’re not clever. It’s disgusting.
Mona from Manchester
Dear Mona from Manchester,
When you say “They all have such smug looks on their faces with a ‘Look at me, aren’t I clever’ expression” are you referring to the old foreign men, or the barely teenage girls, Petal? Honestly Mona, this can be applied to both of them. They are smiling because they have found themselves in a situation which is good for both of them. The young girls have found a financial ‘sponsor’, whilst the old foreign men have found themselves a gorgeous young companion who will take care of their every need (until the money runs out). They know what the name of the game is, Petal. So what is so wrong with it? It is a win-win situation, so no need to be shocked. Can the ‘man from Manchester’ get a deal like that back home in the UK? No, he’s more likely to get a moaner.
You are always saying that we should be looking for a mate anywhere away from the bars, but what if we’re not looking for a mate for the rest of our lives? I’m here for a couple of years at max, and I don’t need a wife dragging round behind me all over the world, as I don’t know where my next assignment might be. All I need is home comforts while I’m here in Thailand, so surely the bar is the best place to find one? You have to agree.
So you are looking for a ‘comfort woman’, that’s fine, but, do not expect anything better than purchased comforts, and there is no reason to be ‘true’ in such an arrangement. These girls are very skilful at separating men from their money.
I need to comment on the debate between “got” and “gotten” as an American. Firstly, language evolves and is not static and never has been. Our collection of words that we call “English” has so many German, French and Celtic roots it is an amalgam that to suggest there is a “British vs American” way of speaking overlooks your Commonwealth partner Canada. Do you intend to also give language lessons to the Australians? English was largely crafted by evolution and just because American English is the world standard preferred business language... speaks to the wealth of its evolution.
An apple. An orange. A tree. Note it is not “an tree.” The article “an” is used when there is an “a” or “e” sound in the subject and makes the sentence more musical to the ear. Now, “got on” or “gotten on” are equally correct, but one is definitely more musical.
The bus itself was a French invention in fact and the plural is spelled in two different ways... buses and busses. Usage in either form is interchangeable. As you are speaking in third person with your phrase (describing someone else) “got” and “gotten” are both past tense verbs. http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/gotten?s=t
Present tense: “I am getting on a bus.”
Future tense: “I will get on a bus.”
“Purity of communication” my dear doctor Hillary Dolittle? Have you spoken to a British person in their 20’s lately? Or worse yet have you tried to understand a Yorkshire or Scottish person? We Americans have not massacred anything linguistically more than you have, but the language is not frozen in stone just because the extremely massacre prone British Empire has ended. (Including those you performed in Canada. You can check massacres of the British Empire online.) That said we all have phrases that bother us... “Ya know, mate?” “Good on” Prince William for being the first British royal to work for a living flying a helicopter. Even royalty evolves just as language must.
Dare I say thank you for the scholarly barrage sent in my direction? How we managed to get Parisian busses into the mix, I have no idea, but then, of course, I am not a proud American, such as you, so that probably is the reason that you were giving the Canadians some stick.
However, if you wish to nit pick, you use “an” before any word starting with a vowel (that’s a-e-i-o-u at last count) and not just “a” and “e” and also before a word starting with “h” such as an hotel. Does sound better, I agree. In Thai we use “na” as a word with no meaning, but just there to keep the words flowing.
You also seem to have a problem with “its” and “it’s”, the former shows possession, while the latter is a contraction of “it is”. So where you wrote “speaks to the wealth of it’s evolution” it should be “speaks to the wealth of its evolution”. But thank you for your interest my Petal and the language lessons which are always appreciated, and I’ll get off the bus now, if I may? Next stop Dijon?
You didn’t have to rearrange my name letters as she can’t read but does know I philander, when she is away. It’s really an adult game we play as I suspect many others do as well, “mouse can play when cat is away”! The “blossoms” I cavort with cooperate in this game as well!
Dear Don (who doesn’t need to be Nod),
So glad you don’t have to use an alias any more when you’re out non-philandering. However, I have a new girl in my English classes who said her husband’s name was Don. I hope it wasn’t you, My Petal. I am a bit confused too with your “blossoms” who “cooperate in this game as well.” Do you mean to say that they call you “Nod” as well, or what? Or are you saying you have a ‘gik’ or two in the shadows? You men do lead some rather strange lives.
I would like to add to your advice to Don aka Nod. I too am in a committed relationship, and like any red blooded male I look at a sexy woman and think Be Jazus it’s me that would like a piece of that, and that’s as far as it goes. By saying you are in a committed relationship and then admitting you cheat shows what a weak person you are.
You must be one who when a girl says “Hello Sexy Man” you believe them. Like the Gaffer said to the truck driver, “Pull out Driver you’ve got your load”. (Think about that one.)
I think you are being a very naughty boy. I want you to stay in after class and explain all this truck driver thing to me. I think it must be something to do with sheeting and tying that I am told all truck drivers do. Am I correct? Are they practicing some weird form of S&M or something. However, congratulations for keeping all that libido in check.
How do I find true love in Pattaya? The girls all seem nice enough, but I am sure they are only after my money. I do not want to be the cash cow for every bar girl in sois 6, 7, 8 and onwards. I go out with the idea that I will only spend 500 baht, but by the end of the night, it has been several thousands. What do you suggest, Hillary?
Johnny Cash (Cow)
Where you are going wrong, Petal, is you seem to be frequenting the currency exchange fun parlors of sois 6-8 as your happy hunting grounds. The reason there are so many “tellers” ready to look after your money in these soi 6 currency exchanges is to give you the guarantee there is no kiss and telling afterwards. If you can’t stand the heat - get out of the kitchen, my Petal. Or, if you can’t stop worrying about the exchange rate, get out of the soi.
I will be coming to Pattaya at Xmas time and wonder if you knew where I could rent a motorcycle for the time I will be there (2 weeks). Is it insured and is it OK to drive with my French license? Do you ride on the same side of the road as we do in France? Thank you.
The only insurance you will need is a very expensive policy to cover the hospital expenses for the major injuries to your French body after you get run over by an 18 wheel truck. However, if you ride a motorcycle through the traffic in Paris, you could escape damage. The motorcycle will have some sort of minimum accident cover, if you rent from a large enough rental company, but if you deal with one of the side of the road operators, you will be on your own. And finally, do not let them hold your passport as a surety. And no, we do not drive on the right, as in France, we drive on the left, the same as Britain and Japan.
We have not been here very long and already we have had the water cut off from the house (twice!) and the electricity (once) all because I do not understand when and how the bills come. Do they post them or what? I am sure we did not receive at least two, but when I tried to explain this at the Water Department I got nowhere - and had to pay an extra 500 baht to get re-connected. What can we do?
Dear Bill, or as we would say, Dear Bin,
The account is a piece of paper that is either stuck in your gate, or slipped under your door. They look very similar, but the “bin electric” is generally in blue ink and is from the PEA (Provincial Electricity Authority). You do get a few days grace, but once those few days are over, you are then disconnected and in the case of the water, they just remove the meter and smash the on-off handle (just in case you have ideas of joining the input and output ends together). What you have to do is remember what day of the month that the meter men come, and then look for the bin (sorry bill). Frustrating and annoying, but that’s just one of the things that make up “Amazing Thailand”.
My wife has started cheating on the grocery bills and I am sure she has started to sneak the odd thousand baht from my billfold when I am asleep. At first I thought it was the kids, but they couldn’t get to my billfold during the night, while my wife could very easily. I also note that she seems to have less jewelry than before, and when I have asked her where her necklace is she gets very defensive and says she is having it cleaned. I am sure she is not having an affair, as she is always home at nights with me, so what can I do to check? Where is the money going? Do you think it might be gambling?
Dear Emptied Wallet,
You’re sure she’s not having an affair because she’s with you at night. What about daytime, Petal? Ever considered that? However, back to the disappearing 1000 baht notes. The easy way to see if the money is running away is to count the number in the wallet before bed and again in the morning. Even jot down some serial numbers to make it even more evident. The little stock take in the morning will show any shortfall immediately. Unfortunately, when wives take up gambling, the first sign is missing money and gold. You are going to have to be very careful in checking, and then comes the difficult part of confronting her with the evidence. You are in for a rocky road, Petal. Wives have been known to mortgage the house you are buying for her with your hard earned money. Beware, beware.