Stories from the Road: Sleeping, Drinking, Playing Pool, and Screwing in Thailand

Petite Asian women stand in stark contrast to the entitled land whales back home

The last two weeks here in Thailand have been a blur. My intent was to roam around the country, but that likely will have to be the case next time I come to the Land of a Million Smiles. I’ve been having too good a time in Pattaya, and spending very little money while having the time of my life.

My plan to be the equivalent of a migrant worker, only returning to the States to drive a big rig for 6 months a year while traveling the world and living abroad in the Caribbean is succeeding. Life outside The Matrix is bliss for this former mainstream media drone.

Time is passing quickly as I’ve gotten into a nice groove. I sleep half the day, then get up and head down the street for either some Thai, Indian, or Mediterranean food, usually with the girl I spent the night before with.

After sending her on her way with a kiss, I take a nice nap.

Just before sunset I wake up and down a few Chang beers, and if I’m feeling like cocktails a Singapore Sling. It’s then pool playing time as I wander around from bar to bar and pool hall to pool hall never knowing what each night will bring when it comes to a good time girl.

I always end up using PUA to get for free what other men have to pay for. It’s really not that hard, if you know the game well and are in a place where sex is commonplace. (My policy is never to pay for sex except for an occasional visit to a legal brothel in Nevada.) I’ve gone through at least half a dozen chicks in the last few days. I’m seeing just how true the Alpha Fucks, Beta Bucks maxim really is. It’s really amazing how easy it is to make women submit to a strong, masculine frame of mind.

This is the life I dared not dream of just a few short years ago as a corporate slave.

Oh, but my masters were only too keen to tell me how “lucky” I was to be on television pushing their agenda of fear and consumption on the masses. How utterly sick of scaring people to death about normal weather events and creating controversies out of the foibles of humanity I grew before fleeing that industry. I despise the news industry after realizing what my success in it meant I had to do to people on a personal level.

What’s your fantasy? A lot of men’s fantasies look like this

Good Times and Fast Women

The girls I’ve been bedding are of superior aesthetic and interpersonal quality to Anglo chicks back home. Sure, most have got some miles on them, even the 20-somethings I normally carouse around with, but so do the cock carouseling career chicks back in the States. You think that manly career girl hasn’t been around the block more times than the Good Humor man? At least these girls are fun to hang out with and can make conversation. I couldn’t even get that half the time back in the States.

As I write this, a sexy ass Thai girl with a mouth like cocaine is lying over there in my bed, and the sun is coming up. I may wing my way down to The Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf for a cup of Joe and a light breakfast with this girl.

A man really appreciates femininity when he lived 35 years bereft of it in the States.

She really is a sweetie pie. There are times I almost return to my Beta ways, as I develop feelings for the women I’m with. But I have to remember not to let the predator get close enough to eat my lifestyle. As any divorced man knows, a woman will gobble your ass up like a Bon Bon in the court system without a wit to what destruction she is leaving on your life.

I always think of that when I’m developing feelings for a woman, and also recall an incident at a bank in Latin America last year. Long story short, two Anglobitches were competing with each other in line for the teller, one trying to outdo the other when it came to how much money they had frivorce raped out of their ex-husbands. It was a sickening display, made all the worse because they assumed nobody at the bank spoke English well enough to understand them. That is the true female nature. After recalling that incident, I’m usually sobered back up and have purged any emotional attachments I might have had.

By the way, adventures like this continue to show me just how bad women back home are, as I have more fun with girls I pick up in pool halls and at boxing matches here than career women I had to have “dinnerviews” with back home. Your intuition is right when it comes to American women. Big demands and small return on investment is the key phrase here.

My success heightens my resolve to continue my life as a runaway slave from the Anglobitch corporate plantation. I could never return to my life as a Beta male living a dull life of corporate slavery and getting toyed around with by subpar women.

Life is good on the outside, my brothers. If I made it out, you can do it, too. Just keep your mind on your goals, and I’ll be here to help light a candle showing you the way out of the cave.

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2 comments

  • I make the trip twice a year for a sanity break…

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  • having multiple options will keep u from falling in love with a girl.
    outside the matrix life is indeed better.

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