When I came back for second rodeo in Pattaya, having fallen badly during the first rodeo that ended in divorce (from that bitch, but I'm not bitter), I was the epitome of the solitary, hansum man, ploughing between the fertile thighs of Thai womenhood like Gods' gift to something or other.
After about forty days (and forty nights) I found myself in a bar, around 2 pm, mildly buzzed and perched on a barstool with several other wrong-side-of-middle-age farang fantasists, all purportedly living the dream. I took a long slug of beer and squinted at this coterie of white male... loneliness, and had my epiphany. Who wants to be a silver-haired (or bald) old geezer in a whorehouse?
That night, I went and got myself the longest-legged, biggest-titted, closest-shaved, best-kissing go-go dancer (prior experience helped) and offered her the 'barfine for life' deal. She accepted and now, 18 years (and two kids) later, I really am living the dream, totally on my terms, and I don't really care that I am older than my mother-in-law.
I know that when the time comes, and I can't get out and about (soon) or control my bowels (sooner) or need all my food puréed and sucked through a straw (very soon), she and the boys will be there for me.