Thanks for the comments guys, I appreciate you taking the time to read it.
I probably was unintentionally a bit misleading with my LB status. While it is my first time in LOS, I did have my first, and up until two days ago, only LB encounter in Melbourne about a year ago, just wanted to clear that up.
It's time to head out again for the evening and see what's going on, but thought I might kill a little time before the action heats up around the corner with a recap of day two.
Was hoping the weather would clear as it was a shitty day with thunderstorms on and off for most of the time. Alas, by 9pm it was still raining out but, as ever for when I am doubting what to do of an evening here, "I'm not here for a haircut" has been the only reminder I have needed to spur me into action.
Officer down!!!!I headed out of the hotel and starting up Sukhumvit 2 towards NEC. Some 50 metres up the road I walk across a tiled driveway, next thing you know my feet are slipping out from under me as I have one of those falls which, to the casual observer (and there just happened to be a car approaching some 20 metres away so I was perfectly illuminated by the headlights as if I were on a stage) would have looked like "Oh Jesus he's slipped, lookout, oh no he's got his feet under him, he's right, no, wait he's slipping, he's down, and down hard, shit is he OK!!!!). God I came down hard, and heavy as apparently my ability to take a fall is still operating on Australian time. Worst thing was, by trying to stay upright I prolonged the event by about five seconds while I resisted, but eventually succumbed to gravity.....gravity wins, gravity always wins. Thankfully my elbow absorbed most of the fall and now, almost 24 hours later, is very, very sore. On closer inspection of the driveway, which was easy given the fact I was lying almost face down on it, I could see that there was a film of dirt and/or grease on it and, thanks to the rain, had a surface as viscous as an ice rink. Not a good combination with my crocs which have a tread pattern similar to a racing slick.
Feeling like a complete tool (Freudian slip I have just wondered while re-reading?), I picked myself up and marched on hoping it was only the people in the passing car that had witnessed the event. I didn't get far before realising my entire right side, both shrts and shirt, were almost wringing wet and absolutely filthy, so I returned to the hotel for a change of clothes and a switch of footwear. Not the ideal start to the evening.
I didn't like that outfit anywayHalf an hour later, and sporting a new ensemble and an increasingly throbbing elbow, I headed back out and, shortly thereafter, found myself wandering around the NEC. As with the previous night, I did a lap around the complex for a bit of a look, but again declined to go in to any of the bars....I am indeed a little intimidated by the number of people about and all the noise and chatter that's going on. The LB aspect and mongering is fine, I've just never been a big one for crowded places and I'm a little embarrassed to admit it's getting the better of me at the moment. I wandered back out over to the bar at the entrance on the left (I can't remember the name, but I'm sure you all know the one) and perched for a while to have a drink and watch the human traffic at a somewhat removed distance. I'll need to look back to see who said it (I think it was DC but am not 100%) but this is an interesting thing to do in itself, as it's quite intriguing to watch all the activity in and around the complex.
To LB or not to LB?As with the previous evening, I noticed a girl standing at the entrance to the NEC. I remembered her as she reminds me of a girl I have worked with back home and found attractive. Needless to say, the thought of that, coupled with the fact that she could be the LB equivalent of said former work colleague, piqued my interest enough to remove myself from the bar and head over to her. I was hoping that when I got closer I would talk to her and then figure out whether or not she is a LB or not. I walk purposely over towards here, making and holding eye contact and doing that "smiling like a madman" thing which I seemed to have mastered in the last 24 hours. Unfortunately her English appears virtually non-existent so after a few exchanges pardon me's, blank looks and awkward smiles, I excuse myself and walk away, somewhat frustrated at the inability to interact effectively. Coupled with that, I still have no idea how you go about the subject of finding out whether they are the third sex or not......for anyone reading, I'd appreciate some advice here as to how to go about it without potentially offending someone.
Deja vu all over againSo off I march down Sukhumvit (or do I call it just Soi?) 4 and, before you know it, I am walking across the car park and heading towards Guess Bar, seemingly on auto-pilot. Again the surroundings seem pretty quiet. I am greeted rather enthusiastically by the group of LB's outside and I make my way in and sit at the bar. The lady behind the counter asks if I would like a mai-thai. Impressed that she remembers, I accept the offer. There's not as many LB's around as there was the night before, but there are a couple of guys here this time. One is getting pretty comfortable with a couple of staff on the lounge, the other is observing a couple more playing pool. Conspicuous by her absence is Ink... I frantically try and recall whether or not it would be a good thing to look to one of the other LB's or whether it would be better to leave and look for another option elsewhere. I figure I will just play it by ear.
As with the night before the girl who I thought was Top, although when I asked her what her name was she said something that was definitely not Top (she does look like her from the photos in the Guess Bar thread though so I am now officially confused on that score) marches over to me, breasts flying out of either side of her top.. This time she just stood in front of me and stared, I could not for the life of me make out what she was doing and the look on her face was impossible to read. I turned to the bar again as my drink had arrived and asked if Ink was around. The reply was something unintelligible (I am really struggling with comprehension with the locals), which didn't really do much to answer my question. Unperturbed I turned back around to have a look at the sights and sounds of the bar, which again I will say I find a lot more relaxing than those over in the NEC.
Ta daaaaI had barely had time to check everyone out when the door opens and in walks Ink who seems happy to see me. The feeling is definitely mutual as she comes over and we exchange hello's and a kiss. Turns out she was eating nearby but had seen me come in. I buy her a drink and we play a few games of pool while we have a couple of drinks and fool around a bit. Not long after I arrange the barfine and we are heading back over to the 7/11 for supplies and then strolling back to the comfortable settings of the Aspen Suites.
Up yours you snooty cowThere was a middle aged couple checking in when we arrived back at the hotel, English by the sound of them. The lady gave me her best "look at the fat man with the prostitute" look of disgust which was severe enough to make her companion turn around and look as well, which ended up being the same look he would make if he had found he had stepped in a dog turd. I gave them my by now patented madman smile and said "Hi folks, how's it going this evening" in my best "yes she's a prostitute but you don't know the half of it you stuck up pricks" voice and stared her down, still smiling, while Ink handed over her ID.
We headed upstairs and, after talking for a little bit while we had a couple of beers, adjourned to the bedroom for some more fun.
She left a couple of hours later, as I had to be up early for a pre-booked tour. But I promised her I would go back and see her later in the week. I saw her off at the lobby and then headed back to the loom, idly wondering if I wasn't getting just a little too fond of her. "I'd best be careful here" I thought to myself, and to that end will make a point of staying away until at least the weekend leaving me only a couple of days before I head down to Patong to finish off my trip.
So far though, the trip has been almost perfect...even my elbow was feeling a little better. Ink had the perfect solution to take the pain away
Now 3.48% smarter, but 14.82% less interesting.