It’s an Asian thang.

I just arrived in Bangkok, Thailand

If any of you bros are heading out this way, give me a message and we’ll hit the town. But where to go? There’s too much freaking action here. I want to head to Khao San Road again soon and check out the Scando backpackers. Grrrr.

Getting ready to come here meant going to London for a visa. A common or garden Brit can stay in Thailand for 30 days without a visa. I wangled a 3 month visa from the Thai Embassy. I can extend it for up to 2 years with the help of my employer.

In London I partook in the sweet carnal fruits of an almond eyed honey I was working on. She had been chasing me for a few weeks after I’d sarged her in July/August. She had invited herself to my city to meet my family. Fuck that. Too complicated. I put her off. I said I might come to see her in her town, then switched her to a more anonymous London setting.

She came down to see me and wanted me to come to the train station (half way across London) to meet her. I told her to meet me near my hotel. She arrived late and I gave up waiting after 5 minutes and left to wait in the station pub (Napoleon’s in Victoria – 2 pounds 39 a pint). An hour later, she phoned to ask where I was. So followed with some in-person shit tests about why I couldn’t meet her and I gave it back to her about how she should be more independent. A load of bollocks, and shit tests were all they were.

So I gave it back, not because I like arguing or disharmony but because I knew it was required and what she psychologically wanted from me. I furthermore gave it back to her when I asked where she was going to stay this late at night in London. The hotels were pretty full, I told her. She playfully hit me and smiled and came close to me. Then I knew for certain it was on. I’d known it was on anyway, so long as I passed the shit tests and went back to rapport building as soon as was solidly feasible. If you go to rapport to early, it seems weak. If you don’t go to it at all, she feels awkward. You need to calibrate the moment and ease into it, not forcing it either way.

Rather than walk her from the station to the hotel, I judged she needed some comfort to avoid the slut factor, so I took her for a drink in an Irish pub. A lemonade down her and 3/4 of a pint down me, and off we went. Back to the hotel. No more shit testing till the clothes came off.

It was a weird test and it wasn’t even LMR. It was that she didn’t want me to see her naked. I was about to fuck her and she was shy about showing me her body! Weird. So she got changed in the bathroom. She even worried that the door wouldn’t properly lock while she was stripping off into her night clothes (which were going to come off ASAP too). I just played along, amazed the ridiculousness of it.

“HB Twin, don’t be silly, I am not going to come into the bathroom. I know you are in there”

We both knew I was going to fuck her but STILL there was this need for pretence to avoid the ASF.

In the bed, I nailed her twice and she was good. Very good. It was very natural. For the first time doing with this chick, it was surprisingly good. She started saying she was falling in love with me. That’s the sign of a good lay, BTW. Shows you’ve satisfied her physically when she transmutes it into an emotional pay off. It’s the opposite of buyers’ remorse. What shall we call it? Buyer’s Afterglow? When she knows she has absolutely done the right thing in spreading them for you. Why didn’t you do it earlier, is the question is she left asking when it goes this well in the sack.

I debriefed her and asked her when she first knew she wanted me. She said it was when I smiled. She said it showed I wasn’t the totally serious, hard exterior she had initially seen. This is very much like Major Mark’s description of the romantic hero qualities that girls like. He mentions that so many romantic male stereotypes are seen by females as a challenge to break through to – a man whose hard exterior they can break into and reach inside of to let out. That’s what HB Twin was seeing in me through the glimpses I’d given of my deeper personality by way of my smiles to her. It’s also similar to fractionation in hypnosis where you take a person from one level to another and then back again. It deepens their focus on you.

After the lay, she AGAIN went shy and would only get changed in the bathroom or when I faced the other direction. This is after doing all kinds of naked shit together. Weird.

So that was pre-Thailand. Next come the Bangkok ladyboys unless I avoid smiling.