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Got a call from John this morning. He knows that Lek reached out to me yesterday, and he just wanted to thank me for everything I’ve done to help him so far. But he also made it clear he thinks it’s best if I step back from the situation and let him handle things himself from here on out. He asked me not to speak to Lek anymore, and if she does contact me, he wants me to tell her that he doesn’t want me involved. I asked him what he’s planning to do now, and he admitted he’s still undecided. He mentioned he’s considering going back to Australia for a bit to spend time with his siblings and clear his head. Apparently, he’s been smoking some weed to help him relax, which he says has helped, but he doesn’t want to get back into drinking. He told me he struggled with alcohol for about five years before we met, then got himself sober, so he’s trying not to go down that road again. He also confided that this whole situation has been a hit to his confidence—not just in relationships but in his own instincts. After working so hard to stay sober and get back on track, he thought this relationship was a fresh start. Now, he feels like he’s back at square one, unsure of himself and his judgment. I tried to encourage him and said it’s really not the end of the world. These things happen, and when they do, you just pick up the pieces, move on, and start over. I reminded him he’s still young at 44, and there’s still time for him to meet someone else, maybe even a nice girl here in Thailand if that’s what he wants. At this point, I guess it’s out of my hands. Part of me feels relieved, but there’s also a lot of concern about how this will end up for him. For now, I’ll respect his wishes and stay out of it, but I’m hoping he finds some peace with whatever he decides.

Got a bit of a shock today—I got a call, and the caller ID showed it was John. Naturally, I thought it was him, so I picked up, only to hear Lek’s voice on the other end. Turns out John had gone out for a run and left his phone behind, so Lek used his phone to reach me. Apparently, John confronted her after our talk, and it sounds like her cover is blown. John’s furious with her for hiding things about her past, and from what she told me, he’s talking about ending the relationship altogether. If that happens, I guess John would lose the money he already invested in building that house for them. Surprisingly, Lek wasn’t angry at me for telling John the truth. Instead, she’s asking me to help her fix things with him. She’s clearly desperate to keep him, and now she wants me to convince him to give their relationship another shot. I told her I’d consider it, but to be honest, I don’t want to defend her after the way she deceived him. Still, there’s a complication here. If I don’t step in, this situation might escalate. Lek now has my phone number from using John’s phone, and she knows where I live because she and John came by my place once before we went out for dinner. The last thing I want is her showing up unannounced, especially if my girlfriend’s around. That could make for a seriously awkward situation, and I’m not sure how far she’s willing to go to try to win him back. What would you do if you were in my shoes? Should I get involved for the sake of keeping the peace, or is it better to stay out of it and deal with any fallout if it comes?

Well, I went through with it. I sat down with John over coffee and told him directly what I thought. It wasn’t easy, and honestly, I could barely find the right words, but I knew I had to rip the bandage off at that point. John’s reaction was a mix of acceptance and devastation. He took in what I said about Lek potentially being trans, or as he put it, a “ladyboy,” and after a moment, he nodded. He said something like, “This is Thailand, right?” as if he’d half-expected something like this could be the case all along. But then the reality hit, and he just looked completely gutted. Knowing that having a family with Lek might now be off the table really shattered him, and that part was hard to watch. I could see he’s very much in love with her, so it’s complicated. At one point late in the conversation, I told John that if he really had doubts, he could ask to see Lek’s Thai government ID card. The ID would still show Lek's real gender at birth, so that would confirm things for him. When I mentioned this, I could see it sink in for him that what I was saying wasn’t some mistake or misunderstanding on my end. I think that is when he really accepted that it was all very likely real—and that I hadn’t just misread the situation. But here’s where things get even stranger. During our conversation, John started questioning if this means he’s been “gay” for being with Lek, which I think shows just how confused and shaken he is. He asked me outright if I thought it made him “less of a man” that he’d been in a relationship with someone who was born male. He kept saying things like, “Does this mean I’m into men now?” and even mentioned how it would be “humiliating” if anyone back in Australia found out. And then things took an even weirder turn. Apparently, John and Lek sometimes have a third person join them—Lek’s close “girlfriend” from Bangkok. Now he’s wondering if he’s been having group sex with two men this whole time, which he admitted is making him feel sick just thinking about it. I don’t know what to tell him; I can barely wrap my head around the whole enchilada myself. It's such an unusual situation. On top of that, John admitted that he’s in the process of building a new house for them to stay together part of the time down in Lek’s hometown of Songkhla. Lek's mother will stay in the house too and help to look after it while they aren't there. He’s already put quite a bit of money into it, and now I suspect Lek is benefiting financially from the relationship in more ways than one. Part of me worries that this house investment could be a big mistake, knowing she’s not been fully honest with him and that financial gain might be a big part of her motivation. And here’s where it gets really unpredictable. John wants to confront Lek directly and get the truth, but he’s already thinking of ways to “test” her before the conversation. He mentioned he might ask her about kids again to gauge her reaction, but to me, that just sounds like a disaster waiting to happen and avoids the point. He also hinted at some strange ideas he’s seen online for “proving” if someone is trans, which makes me worry he’s too emotional and losing focus on the real issues here. He just has to confront her now directly. At this point, I’m really not sure where things will go. I want to support him, but I feel like he’s heading into dangerous territory in more ways than one. I wish I could help him get a grip on his own identity after all this, but to be honest, I’m starting to wonder if it’s best to step back from this friendship with John, as things may only get more chaotic from here.

Thanks for the feedback on my post. After considering everything, I’ve decided that I should tell John about Lek. I feel like real friends step up in challenging times, and I owe it to him as a friend to tell him what I know. It hasn’t been an easy choice, but I believe he deserves to know before things get even deeper for him. Now that I’ve made the decision, I’m struggling with how to approach it. I’d appreciate any advice on the best way to go about this. Here are some approaches I’m considering: Direct Approach: Sit down with him one-on-one and tell him directly what I suspect. I’d make it clear I’m only bringing this up because he’s talked about having children, which makes me think he’s unaware. It’s straightforward, but I worry it could come across as blunt or even feel like an ambush. Indirect Approach: Instead of stating that I think Lek is trans, I could ask if he and Lek have discussed topics like family planning and her past. This could lead him to consider the possibility without me explicitly saying it. But this approach might end up being confusing or causing more misunderstanding. Suggest He Talk to Lek: I could encourage John to have a deep, open conversation with Lek about their future, making sure he’s aware of everything important. This way, the truth would ideally come from her, which feels less invasive. However, it’s risky if he doesn’t pick up on the hint. Casually Drop a Hint: Another approach would be to casually mention how common it is to meet trans women in Bangkok or talk about how accepting Thailand is of trans people. It might spark a conversation without me being too direct. But this could go sideways if he doesn’t connect the dots or if he feels I’m trying to plant ideas. Point Out the Children Issue: I could bring up the idea of adoption or other options if he and Lek do want kids, mentioning that pregnancy might be a challenge. This might prompt him to reconsider Lek’s ability to conceive, but it feels a bit bold and could come off as too intrusive. Any ideas on what approach might be best? Thanks again for the support—this is really weighing on me a lot, and I appreciate any useful feedback.

I just saw some photos of the two of them together in Phuket on the beach in swimsuits on my friend's Instagram. I'm sure of two things now. His partner is definitely a post-op lady boy. And I'm still sure that he doesn't know that she is a he as I said in my first post.

I’ve got a bit of a situation that I’m hoping to get some advice on, especially from others who’ve navigated life and friendships in Thailand. About 8 months back, I met a fellow expat here in Bangkok—let’s call him “John.” We get on really well; he’s got a good sense of humor, we have a lot in common, and over time, we’ve become good friends. We started meeting up regularly for drinks, sometimes for a meal, sharing stories about our experiences in Thailand, and just talking about life in general. After we’d known each other for a while, John opened up a bit about his personal life and mentioned that he’s in a serious relationship. He seemed really smitten with his girlfriend, saying he’s planning to marry her and even start a family someday. Naturally, he wanted me to meet her. I was looking forward to it, as he seemed genuinely happy, and it’s always nice to meet the people who mean the most to your friends. So, we all met up for dinner. His girlfriend, whom I’ll call “Lek,” was charming, confident, and seemed like a genuinely lovely person. It was clear they were really into each other. But as the night went on, I started to realize that Lek might be a ladyboy. She had a couple of subtle mannerisms, and through our conversation, there were a few strong cues that raised my suspicions. From everything I observed, it seemed likely that Lek has had gender-affirming surgery and presents now fully as a woman. But I’m quite sure that John doesn’t realize this. He talked about having children with her and seemed so confident about their plans for a family, which makes me certain he has no idea. So here’s the dilemma. I’m torn—do I say something, or do I keep quiet? On the one hand, it feels like it’s none of my business. Their relationship is their own, and everyone deserves the chance to handle these things in their own way. Maybe Lek plans to tell him when she’s ready. Outing someone is a serious breach of trust, and it could end our friendship if he feels like I’m meddling in his personal life. Plus, there’s always the chance I could be wrong, and I’d hate to create an issue where there isn’t one. But I'm 99% sure she was a he. On the other hand, I worry about the future he’s envisioning. John’s thinking about marriage, and he’s openly planning for kids, which makes me think he’s not aware of her situation. If that’s the case, then isn’t it better for him to know sooner rather than later? If he finds out much later on, after he’s committed to her for life, it might be a much bigger blow. He may end up resenting Lek or feeling blindsided, which could lead to a messy and painful breakup down the line. But again, maybe it’s up to Lek to disclose that information, and I’d be crossing a line by interfering. I wouldn’t want to ruin what seems to be a good thing for him right now, especially if they’re genuinely happy together. So, expat friends, what would you do in my position? Do you think I should tell John what I know, or should I stay out of it? I’d love to hear from anyone who has been through something similar, or just anyone who has an outside perspective. Thanks in advance for any advice or insight. It’s a tough one, and I’m really struggling with deciding what’s the right thing to do.

Well, that’s one way to drop in for a high score! Imagine the gamers’ surprise when a mystery leg burst through the ceiling—quite the immersive experience, though perhaps not the kind of “first-person shooter” they had in mind. Props to the man for showing true grit; despite a leg-down, he came out almost unscathed. That’s some serious durability stats right there—who needs armor when you’ve got a little liquid courage? While authorities investigate, I’d suggest installing a new achievement for the café: “Survived Random Encounter with Stray Leg.” And if our friend ever returns, hopefully next time he’ll remember the classic gamer rule: always mind your step.

Alright, I’m struggling to keep it together in this relentless Thailand heat. It’s one thing to break a little sweat now and then, but this is getting ridiculous. I’m talking about the constant, tickling sweat trickle down the lower back, then further in between the cheeks, pooling into… areas I’d rather it didn’t. It’s like no matter where I am or what I’m doing In Bangkok, I can’t escape this awkward drip-drop action running down my backside, making its way south to drench my jewel pouch in an unasked-for bath. And by the time all that sweat reaches that spot, it doesn’t exactly have the most endearing of smells. Don’t imagine I’m gonna be getting anyone wanting to go down for a taint reconnaissance after I’ve been out and about for a few hours walking around in Yaowarat. And I’ll be honest—once it starts, there’s no stopping it. It’s like a tiny river running straight down the crack, adding to the unfortunate swamp collecting down below. Sitting, standing, walking—it doesn’t seem to care. Even my local partner started giving me looks after we go outside together for a while. I can tell from the stares that my unique wet “glow” isn’t exactly appealing. I’ve tried everything I can think of—wearing lighter fabrics, powder, even sneaking in extra public bathroom trips to dry things off. But nothing seems to work for long, and I’m left feeling like I’m just doomed to a life of… let’s call it crack drips and sack puddles. At this point, I’m just looking for some sympathy or maybe a miracle trick to feel semi-normal in this heat. Anyone else battling the “cheek trickle”?

I drop wet farts regularly. Must be all those greasy English breakfasts. The farts often leave some massive hershey squirts in my boxers. My missus is a really good sport though and always deals with it. Lucky for her I only change boxers once every 2-3 months.

Another day of heavy Sunday drinking alone, putting on more weight, polishing up your cheap, second-hand, fake JJ market watches, greasing up your porn star mustache for when you hit a filthy BJ bar later, meanwhile suffering from all kinds of delusion, well done. Keep it up.

Wow, you truly have the gift of the gab. A wordsmith of the highest order. I'm impressed.

Already more than obvious.

Even weaker than your last post. Tell me, have you ever successfully triggered anybody with your low-level trolling techniques? You need to up your game if you want to have any chance of winding people up.

You are blessed.

Well done. Best to keep it that way.

It's a secret.

Weak. You think that kind of a feeble-minded, childish comment is going to trigger me to talk about my own sexual activity? Sheesh. You're going to have to try much harder if you want to know more about my level of carnal endeavors.

You are the one who has been bragging this whole time. I haven't bragged about anything. Then you ask me where you can get 6% in the bank. Then I tell you and you change the subject. Try and keep up.

Weight loss is 80% diet. Lots of gym is likely to only increase your appetite and increase weight. Perhaps the superficial women that you go after look at wrist watches. I haven't worn a wrist watch for at least 20 years and it hasn't had any affect my ability to meet women. Maybe because the women I get involved with aren't staring at the size of the bulge in my back pocket to begin with. Women in Thailand generally don't like male facial hair. But if you think the 1970s Sunny Bono porn star mustache is working for you then go for it. Alpha male? Look at the majority of Thai men and with the most beautiful Thai women. Many that I've seen look more feminine than the women they are with. Lol. I'll bet you've also read every pathetic book about how to be a successful pick up artist that's ever been printed. Try losing some weight and maybe more women will naturally be attracted to you. Then maybe you'll realize that the watches and the porn star mustaches don't really account for anything.

Such a childish question. As I said, not something mature adults talk about. But why would you even care? Shall I send you photos of my hairy scrotum pole too? A year ago I was buying brokered bank CD's (FDIC insured) on Fidelity at 6%.

Wow, good to know. Since my DNA shows that I have some black ethnicity, I can now walk around publicly shouting the N-word freely and at will at anybody and nobody should judge or shame me for it. Should I do it to other black people as well? Surely, they will appreciate it. In fact, given your rationale, anyone at all who has any black ethnicity should be permitted to use the N-word. You should now be able to start a global movement empowering at least 1/4 of the human population shouting the N-word whenever it suits them. You're such an inspiration to humanity. Meanwhile, I think I just threw up a little bit in my mouth. 🤮

Ok, So you idolize criminals. Many guys have been doing that since high school, but they stopped bragging about it for just as long. Guess you still have a lot of growing up to do. Over the last two years, anyone could've made a lot of money investing in anything. The stock market, gold, even just putting your money in the bank at 6% interest. Everything went up. There was no rocket science involved. The usual sort of superficial materialism that fits the mold. Why even go at all? Health is obviously not important to you. And since you are bedding 2-3 women a week, your wallet does the talking, so they obviously aren't fussed about your out of shape appearance.

You want the nitty-gritty truth about why you don't want to be seen as an easy mark by these girls in Thailand? Here's the raw deal: the moment they clock you as fresh meat, you're not setting yourself up for some steamy, porn-fantasy, mind-blowing experience. Nope, you're setting yourself up for a ride, but not the one you're hoping for. It's more like getting fleeced with a smile while they give you just enough to keep you on the hook. See, the P2P game in Thailand isn't some romantic soap opera where the girl's gonna put on her best performance because you're giving off this rich-and-naive vibe. It's more like a hustle. You think you're buying passion, but all you're really getting is someone milking you for every last drop of cash without giving a single toss if you're satisfied. These girls have seen a hundred guys just like you walk in, thinking they're about to live out their dirty little fantasy of a "girlfriend experience." And sure, at first, she'll act sweet as pie, call you "baby" and maybe give you that innocent look like she's never been with anyone quite like you. But the second she knows you're soft, she's not aiming to give you her best in bed-she's aiming to drain your wallet dry while giving you the least amount of effort possible. You're thinking that being an easy mark, or playing the role of the clueless guy, is going to turn her on, make her work harder for you. Wrong. When she sees you as easy pickings, her first thought isn't how to rock your world in the sack— it's how fast she can get you to cough up more cash, and how little she can do in return. The sex? It'll be a cheap, by-the-numbers job. She'll fake a few moans, maybe throw in some clumsy, over-the-top grinding, but her mind's already moved on to what excuse she'll feed you tomorrow to get more money. You're not her priority-your wallet is. And trust me, this "long game" isn't some epic seduction where you end up with the best sex of your life. It's more like she's laying out breadcrumbs, leading you down a path where the goal is to stretch out the hustle. She'll give you just enough to keep you coming back, making you think there's more to come, but really, she's giving you the same runaround she gives every guy who doesn't know better. Maybe she'll play the innocent, "I'm falling for you" card, but behind all that? She's thinking about how much she can squeeze out of you without breaking a sweat. You think the sweet talk and the fake love are the keys to getting her to throw herself into it, but the truth is, once she's got you hooked, she's putting in less and less effort. First time might be halfway decent, but after that? She's tired, bored, and looking for a way out the door with your cash. She knows you're not going anywhere, so why bother putting in any more effort than she absolutely has to? You're left with nothing more than the stale routine she's been using on every guy who's fallen for her con. Meanwhile, she's already thinking about what story she's going to spin next to keep you paying up. Maybe she's got a sick grandma, maybe her rent's due-whatever it takes to keep your sorry self on the hook. You're thinking with your little head, imagining that she's going to be all over you because you're vulnerable, but really? That's just setting yourself up for disappointment. You want the dirty, raunchy fun? You're not gonna get that by being the sap she plays. You get that by being the guy who knows what's up, who doesn't buy into her lies. When she knows you're not a fool, she'll actually try to give you what you came for, because she knows you won't put up with any nonsense. That's when she'll work for it, give you the ride you're looking for—not because she loves you, but because she knows she has to if she wants you to stick around. When you're seen as an easy mark, you're not getting the wild, filthy experience you're fantasizing about. You're getting the bare minimum, and maybe not even that. She's going to fake it, go through the motions, and then hit you with some sob story that leaves you feeling like you need to give her more just to keep things going. And before you know it, you're paying for her family's bills, her brother's hospital fees, and whatever else she can dream up while she gives you less and less in return. So, if you're looking for something filthy, something real, you don't want to be the fool. You want to be the guy who knows the score, sets the terms, and doesn't get caught up in her games. That's when she's going to work for it, when she knows you're not a pushover. That's when you'll get the dirty, raunchy fun you're after-not when you're playing the fool in her long con.

So glad this topic was unlocked. Cant wait to learn from all the profound advice from others on the best way to hook up with hookers in Thailand, how to get the best bang for the buck, and how to ensure the best GFE possible. Please; teach me, enlighten me, tell me exactly where to go and how to do it. Since it is no longer against forum rules to share insight and advice on navigating prostitution in Thailand, I am all ears and I am ready to take notes. Please also post lots of links and photos to the top venues and mongering tips too!

You have called (no less than four other members) sex tourists throughout this thread, yet the whole point of the topic was that people shouldn't use labels like that to judge anyone. But here you are, a nasty geezer doing exactly that. How tasteless. Thank goodness the mods have now stopped you from posting any further. And in case you missed it, this is exactly what was said in the OP on this subject: A sack of armchair critics who get a kick out of trolling others to see if they can trigger someone by calling them a sex tourist whenever anyone admits to enjoying the night life in Thailand. Give it all up already FFS. Don't be one of those minging geezers who can's stop himself from judging others for what they choose to do with their own bodies in the hub of nightlife.