Thailand, the most beautiful girls in the world.

[BritManToo]

2 minutes ago, Hummin said:

You can have these women in your elderly days here in thailand because you can buy them and they come with a price. 

I'd pay her price!

Edited January 13, 2022 by BritManToo

[Tippaporn]

5 minutes ago, Hummin said:

You can have these women in your elderly days here in thailand because you can buy them and they come with a price. 

Show me a woman who doesn't come with a price and I'll show you a unicorn.

[Hummin]

10 minutes ago, BritManToo said:

And yet you still ended up here with the rest of us 'losers'.

Haha, well I didnt call you guys looser? Did I ? That is your label. Yes, I had health issues, and I made a trip to Thailand, and after two weeks with massage, walking the beach, kayaking, sun, food, I came back with the asian fever, and never looked back. It saved my life to be true. I managed to restart my life, and I believe the sun, vitamin d, change of diet, getting back to gym just came along nicely after I almost had giving up. No doctor or nothing I tried back home had worked for a decade, and here I came to life again. 

 

I guess my story is not so different from many others. 

Edited January 13, 2022 by Hummin

[Hummin]

5 minutes ago, Tippaporn said:

Show me a woman who doesn't come with a price and I'll show you a unicorn.

Im not sure I pointed out in this thread or the other one, that woman have a price based on her self estem, and some is more greatful than others with what you can provide or what you want to provide. 

[Tippaporn]

9 minutes ago, Hummin said:

Haha, well I didnt call you guys looser? Did I ? That is your label. Yes, I had health issues, and I made a trip to Thailand, and after two weeks with massage, walking the beach, kayaking, sun, food, I came back with the asian fever, and never looked back. It saved my life to be true. I managed to restart my life, and I believe the sun, vitamin d, change of diet, getting back to gym just came along nicely after I almost had giving up. No doctor or nothing I tried back home had worked for a decade, and here I came to life again. 

 

I guess my story is not so different from many others. 

I thought your post to be very genuine and credible, Hummin, until I read this:

". . . two weeks with massage, walking the beach, kayaking, sun, food, . . . "

Would you have us believe that after two weeks in Thailand you had still not had any sex?  You lost all credibility with that omission in your list of activities.  LOL

Just kidding, I hope you understand.

[Tippaporn]

11 minutes ago, Hummin said:

Im not sure I pointed out in this thread or the other one, that woman have a price based on her self estem, and some is more greatful than others with what you can provide or what you want to provide. 

The general rule of thumb is, "No money, no honey."  You can take that truism around the world with you.

[Hummin]

2 minutes ago, Tippaporn said:

I thought your post to be very genuine and credible, Hummin, until I read this:

". . . two weeks with massage, walking the beach, kayaking, sun, food, . . . "

Would you have us believe that after two weeks in Thailand you had still not had any sex?  You lost all credibility with that omission in your list of activities.  LOL

Just kidding, I hope you understand.

A gentleman never tells comes to mind ???? 

And edit note, it was many westerns at the same place with the same interest for the same activities in Krabi, so there where some women, or one woman I met on my first trip. 

Edited January 13, 2022 by Hummin

[GammaGlobulin]

Concerning skin-deep beauty:

 

Each woman is a briefe of womankind,

And doth in little even as much containe,

As, in one day and night, all life we finde,

Of either, more is but the same againe:

God fram’d her so, that to her husband she,

As Eve, should all the world of woman be.

So fram’d he both, that neither power he gave

Use of themselves, but by exchange to make:

Whence in their face, the faire no pleasure have,

But by reflex of what thence other take.

Our lips in their own kisse no pleasure find:

Toward their proper face, our eies are blinde.

So God in Eve did perfect man, begun;

Till then, in vaine much of himselfe he had:

In Adam, God created only one,

Eve, and the world to come, in Eve he made.

We are two halfes: whiles each from other straies

Both barren are; joind, both their like can raise

At first, both sexes were in man combinde,

Man a she-man did in his body breed;

Adam was Eves, Eve mother of mankinde,

Eve from live-flesh, man did from dust proceed.

One, thus made two, mariage doth re-unite,

And makes them both but one hermaphrodite.

Man did but the well-being of this life

From woman take; her being she from man;

And therefore Eve created was a wife,

And at the end of all her sex, began:

Mariage their object is; their being then,

And now perfection, they receive from men.

Mariage; to all those joyes two parties be,

And doubled are by being parted so,

Wherein the very act of chastity,

Whereby two soules into one body go.

Which makes two, one; while here they living be,

And after death in their posterity.

God to each man a private woman gave,

That in that center his desires might stint,

That he a comfort like himselfe might have,

And that on her his like he might imprint.

Double is womans use, part of their end

Doth in this age, part on the next depend.

We fill but part of time, and cannot dye,

Till we the world a fresh supply have lent.

Children are bodies sole eternity;

Nature is Gods, art is mans instrument.

Now all mans art but only dead things makes,

But herein man in things of life partakes.

For wandring lust; I know ’tis infinite,

It still begins, and addes not more to more:

The guilt is everlasting, the delight,

This instant doth not feele, of that before.

The taste of it is only in the sense,

The operation in the conscience.

Woman is not lusts bounds, but woman-kinde;

One is loves number: who from that doth fall,

Hath lost his hold, and no new rest shall find;

Vice hath no meane, but not to be at all.

A wife is that enough; lust cannot find:

For lust is till with want, or too much, pin’d.

Bate lust the sin, my share is ev’n with his,

For, not to lust, and to enjoy, is one:

And more or lesse past, equall nothing is;

I still have one, lust one at once, alone:

And though the women often changed be,

Yet he’s the same without variety.

Mariage our lust (as ’twere with fuell fire)

Doth, with a medicine of the same, allay,

And not forbid, but rectifie desire.

My selfe I cannot chuse, my wife I may:

And in the choise of her, it much doth lye,

To mend my selfe in my posterity.

Or rather let me love, then be in love;

So let me chuse, as wife and friend to find,

Let me forget her sex, when I approve:

Beasts likenesse lies in shape, but ours in mind:

Our soules no sexes have, their love is cleane,

No sex, both in the better part are men.

But physicke for our lust their bodies be,

But matter fit to shew our love upon:

But onely shells for our posterity,

Their soules were giv’n lest men should be alone:

For, but the soules interpreters, words be,

Without which, bodies are no company.

That goodly frame we see of flesh and blood,

Their fashion is, not weight; it is I say

But their lay-part; but well digested food;

Tis but ’twixt dust, and dust, lifes middle way:

The worth of it is nothing that is seen,

But only that holds a soule within.

And all the carnall beauty of my wife,

Is but skin-deep, but to two senses known;

Short even of pictures, shorter liv’d then life,

And yet the love survives, that’s built thereon:

For our imagination is too high,

For bodies when they meet, to satisfie.

All shapes, all colours, are alike in night,

Nor doth our touch distinguish foule or faire;

But mans imagination, and his sight,

And those, but the first weeke; by custome are

Both made alike, which differed at first view,

Nor can that difference absence much renew.

Nor can that beauty, lying in the face,

But meerely by imagination be

Enjoy’d by us, in an inferiour place.

Nor can that beauty by enjoying we

Make ours become; so our desire growes tame,

We changed are, but it remaines the same.

Birth, lesse then beauty, shall my reason blinde,

Her birth goes to my children, not to me:

Rather had I that active gentry finde,

Vertue, then passive from her ancestry;

Rather in her alive one vertue see,

Then all the rest dead in her pedigree.

In the degrees, high rather, be she plac’t

Of nature, then of art, and policy:

Gentry is but a relique of time past:

And love doth only but the present see;

Things were first made, then words: she were the same

With, or without, that title or that name.

As for (the oddes of sexes) portion,

Nor will I shun it, nor my aime it make;

Birth, beauty, wealth, are nothing worth alone,

All these I would for good additions take,

Not for good parts, those two are ill combin’d

Whom, any third thing from themselves hath join’d.

Rather then these the object of my love,

Let it be good; when these with vertue go,

They (in themselves indifferent) vertues prove,

For good (like fire) turnes all things to be so.

Gods image in her soule, O let me place

My love upon! not Adams in her face.

Good, is a fairer attribute then white,

’Tis the minds beauty keeps the other sweete;

That’s not still one, nor mortall with the light,

Nor glasse, nor painting can it counterfeit;

Nor doth it raise desires, which ever tend

At once, to their perfeciton and their end.

By good I would have holy understood,

So God she cannot love, but also me,

The law requires our words and deeds be good,

Religion even the thoughts doth sanctifie:

As she is more a maid that ravisht is,

Then she which only doth but wish amisse.

Lust onely by religion is withstood,

Lusts object is alive, his strength within;

Morality resists but in cold blood;

Respect of credit feareth shame, not sin.

But no place darke enough for such offence

She findes, that’s watch’t, by her own conscience.

Then may I trust her body with her mind,

And, thereupon secure, need never know

The pangs of jealousie: and love doth find

More paine to doubt her false, then know her so:

For patience is, of evils that are knowne,

The certaine remedie; but doubt hath none.

And be that thought once stirr’d, ’twill never die:

Nor will grief more mild by custome prove,

Nor yet amendment can it satisfie,

The anguish more or lesse, is as our love;

This misery doth jealousie ensue,

That we may prove her false, but cannot true.

Suspicious may the will of lust restraine,

But good prevents from having such a will;

A wife that’s good, doth chaste and more containe,

For chaste is but an abstinence from ill:

And in a wife that’s bad, although the best

Of qualities; yet in a good, the least.

To barre the meanes is care, not jealousie:

Some lawfull things to be avoyded are,

When they occasion of unlawfull be:

Lust ere it hurts, is be descry’d afarre:

Lust is a sinne of two; he that is sure

Of either part, may be of both secure.

Give me next good, an understanding wife,

By nature wise, not learned by much art,

Some knowledge on her side, will all my life

More scope of conversation impart:

Besides, her inborne vertue fortifie.

They are most firmly good, that best know why.

A passive understanding to conceive,

And judgement to discerne, I wish to finde:

Beyond that, all as hazardous I leave;

Learning and pregnant wit in woman-kinde,

What it findes malleable, makes fraile,

And doth not adde more ballast, but more saile.

Domesticke charge doth best that sex befit,

Contiguous businesse; so to fixe the mind,

That leisure space for fancies not admit:

Their leysure ’tis corrupteth woman-kind:

Else, being plac’d from many vices free,

They had to heav’n a shorter cut than we.

Bookes are a part of mans prerogative,

In formall inke they thoughts and voyces hold,

That we to them our solitude may give,

And make time-present travell that of old.

Our life, fame peeceth longer at the end,

And bookes it farther backward doe extend.

As good, and knowing, let her be discreete,

That, to the others weight, doth fashion bring;

Discretion doth consider what is fit,

Goodnesse but what is lawfull; but the thing,

Not circumstances; learning is and wit,

In men, but curious folly without it.

To keepe their name, when ’tis in others hands,

Discretion askes; their credit is by farre

More fraile than they: on likelihoods it stands,

And hard to be disprov’d, lusts slanders are.

Their carriage, not their chastity alone,

Must keepe their name chaste from suspition.

Womans behaviour is a surer barre

Then is their no: that fairely doth deny

Without denying; thereby kept they are

Safe ev’n from hope; in part to blame is she

Which hath without consent bin only tride;

He comes too neere, that comes to be denide.

Now since a woman we to marry are,

A soule and body, not a soule alone,

When one is good, then be the other faire;

Beauty is health and beauty, both in one;

Be she so faire, as change can yeeld no gaine;

So faire, as she most woman else containe.

So faire at least let me imagine her;

That thought to me, is truth: opinion

Cannot in matter of opinion erre;

With no eyes shall I see her but mine owne.

And as my fancy her conceives to be,

Even such my senses both, doe feele and see.

The face we may the seat of beauty call,

In it the relish of the rest doth lye,

Nay ev’n a figure of the mind withall:

And of the face, the life moves in the eye;

No things else, being two, so like we see,

So like, that they, two but in number, be.

Beauty in decent shape, and colours lies.

Colours the matter are, and shape the soule;

The soule, which from no single part doth rise,

But from the just proportion of the whole.

And is a meere spirituall harmony,

Of every part united in the eye.

Love is a kind of superstition,

Which feares the idoll which it self hath fram’d:

Lust a desire, which rather from his owne

Temper, then from the object is inflam’d:

Beauty is loves object; woman lust’s to gaine

Love, love desires; lust onely to obtaine.

No circumstance doth beauty beautifie,

Like gracefull fashion, native comelinesse.

Nay ev’n gets pardon for deformity;

Art cannot ought beget, but may increase;

When nature had fixt beauty, perfect made,

Something she left for motion to adde.

But let the fashion more to modesty

Tend, then assurance: modesty doth set

The face in her just place, from passions free,

’Tis both the mindes, and bodies beauty met;

But modesty no vertue can we see;

That is the faces onely chastity.

Where goodnesse failes, ’twixt ill and ill that stands:

Whence ’tis, that women though they weaker be,

And their desire more strong, yet on their hands

The chastity of men doth often lye:

Lust would more common be then any one,

Could it, as other sins, be done alone.

All these good parts a perfect woman make:

Adde love to me, they make a perfect wife:

Without her love, her beauty should I take,

As that of pictures; dead; that gives it life:

Till then her beauty like the sun doth shine

Alike to all; that makes it, only mine.

And of that love, let reason father be,

And passion mother; let it from the one

His being take, the other his degree;

Selfe-love (which second loves are built upon)

Will make me (if not her) her love respect;

No man but favours his owne worths effect.

As good and wise; so be she fit for me,

That is, to will, and not to will, the same:

My wife is my adopted selfe, and she

As me, so what I love, to love must frame:

For when by mariage both in one concurre,

Woman converts to man, not man to her.

[overherebc]

18 minutes ago, Hummin said:

A gentleman never tells comes to mind ???? 

And edit note, it was many westerns at the same place with the same interest for the same activities in Krabi, so there where some women, or one woman I met on my first trip. 

I always thought a gentleman was someone who gets out of the bath to go for a pee. ????.

[overherebc]

1 minute ago, GammaGlobulin said:

Concerning skin-deep beauty:

 

Each woman is a briefe of womankind,

And doth in little even as much containe,

As, in one day and night, all life we finde,

Of either, more is but the same againe:

God fram’d her so, that to her husband she,

As Eve, should all the world of woman be.

So fram’d he both, that neither power he gave

Use of themselves, but by exchange to make:

Whence in their face, the faire no pleasure have,

But by reflex of what thence other take.

Our lips in their own kisse no pleasure find:

Toward their proper face, our eies are blinde.

So God in Eve did perfect man, begun;

Till then, in vaine much of himselfe he had:

In Adam, God created only one,

Eve, and the world to come, in Eve he made.

We are two halfes: whiles each from other straies

Both barren are; joind, both their like can raise

At first, both sexes were in man combinde,

Man a she-man did in his body breed;

Adam was Eves, Eve mother of mankinde,

Eve from live-flesh, man did from dust proceed.

One, thus made two, mariage doth re-unite,

And makes them both but one hermaphrodite.

Man did but the well-being of this life

From woman take; her being she from man;

And therefore Eve created was a wife,

And at the end of all her sex, began:

Mariage their object is; their being then,

And now perfection, they receive from men.

Mariage; to all those joyes two parties be,

And doubled are by being parted so,

Wherein the very act of chastity,

Whereby two soules into one body go.

Which makes two, one; while here they living be,

And after death in their posterity.

God to each man a private woman gave,

That in that center his desires might stint,

That he a comfort like himselfe might have,

And that on her his like he might imprint.

Double is womans use, part of their end

Doth in this age, part on the next depend.

We fill but part of time, and cannot dye,

Till we the world a fresh supply have lent.

Children are bodies sole eternity;

Nature is Gods, art is mans instrument.

Now all mans art but only dead things makes,

But herein man in things of life partakes.

For wandring lust; I know ’tis infinite,

It still begins, and addes not more to more:

The guilt is everlasting, the delight,

This instant doth not feele, of that before.

The taste of it is only in the sense,

The operation in the conscience.

Woman is not lusts bounds, but woman-kinde;

One is loves number: who from that doth fall,

Hath lost his hold, and no new rest shall find;

Vice hath no meane, but not to be at all.

A wife is that enough; lust cannot find:

For lust is till with want, or too much, pin’d.

Bate lust the sin, my share is ev’n with his,

For, not to lust, and to enjoy, is one:

And more or lesse past, equall nothing is;

I still have one, lust one at once, alone:

And though the women often changed be,

Yet he’s the same without variety.

Mariage our lust (as ’twere with fuell fire)

Doth, with a medicine of the same, allay,

And not forbid, but rectifie desire.

My selfe I cannot chuse, my wife I may:

And in the choise of her, it much doth lye,

To mend my selfe in my posterity.

Or rather let me love, then be in love;

So let me chuse, as wife and friend to find,

Let me forget her sex, when I approve:

Beasts likenesse lies in shape, but ours in mind:

Our soules no sexes have, their love is cleane,

No sex, both in the better part are men.

But physicke for our lust their bodies be,

But matter fit to shew our love upon:

But onely shells for our posterity,

Their soules were giv’n lest men should be alone:

For, but the soules interpreters, words be,

Without which, bodies are no company.

That goodly frame we see of flesh and blood,

Their fashion is, not weight; it is I say

But their lay-part; but well digested food;

Tis but ’twixt dust, and dust, lifes middle way:

The worth of it is nothing that is seen,

But only that holds a soule within.

And all the carnall beauty of my wife,

Is but skin-deep, but to two senses known;

Short even of pictures, shorter liv’d then life,

And yet the love survives, that’s built thereon:

For our imagination is too high,

For bodies when they meet, to satisfie.

All shapes, all colours, are alike in night,

Nor doth our touch distinguish foule or faire;

But mans imagination, and his sight,

And those, but the first weeke; by custome are

Both made alike, which differed at first view,

Nor can that difference absence much renew.

Nor can that beauty, lying in the face,

But meerely by imagination be

Enjoy’d by us, in an inferiour place.

Nor can that beauty by enjoying we

Make ours become; so our desire growes tame,

We changed are, but it remaines the same.

Birth, lesse then beauty, shall my reason blinde,

Her birth goes to my children, not to me:

Rather had I that active gentry finde,

Vertue, then passive from her ancestry;

Rather in her alive one vertue see,

Then all the rest dead in her pedigree.

In the degrees, high rather, be she plac’t

Of nature, then of art, and policy:

Gentry is but a relique of time past:

And love doth only but the present see;

Things were first made, then words: she were the same

With, or without, that title or that name.

As for (the oddes of sexes) portion,

Nor will I shun it, nor my aime it make;

Birth, beauty, wealth, are nothing worth alone,

All these I would for good additions take,

Not for good parts, those two are ill combin’d

Whom, any third thing from themselves hath join’d.

Rather then these the object of my love,

Let it be good; when these with vertue go,

They (in themselves indifferent) vertues prove,

For good (like fire) turnes all things to be so.

Gods image in her soule, O let me place

My love upon! not Adams in her face.

Good, is a fairer attribute then white,

’Tis the minds beauty keeps the other sweete;

That’s not still one, nor mortall with the light,

Nor glasse, nor painting can it counterfeit;

Nor doth it raise desires, which ever tend

At once, to their perfeciton and their end.

By good I would have holy understood,

So God she cannot love, but also me,

The law requires our words and deeds be good,

Religion even the thoughts doth sanctifie:

As she is more a maid that ravisht is,

Then she which only doth but wish amisse.

Lust onely by religion is withstood,

Lusts object is alive, his strength within;

Morality resists but in cold blood;

Respect of credit feareth shame, not sin.

But no place darke enough for such offence

She findes, that’s watch’t, by her own conscience.

Then may I trust her body with her mind,

And, thereupon secure, need never know

The pangs of jealousie: and love doth find

More paine to doubt her false, then know her so:

For patience is, of evils that are knowne,

The certaine remedie; but doubt hath none.

And be that thought once stirr’d, ’twill never die:

Nor will grief more mild by custome prove,

Nor yet amendment can it satisfie,

The anguish more or lesse, is as our love;

This misery doth jealousie ensue,

That we may prove her false, but cannot true.

Suspicious may the will of lust restraine,

But good prevents from having such a will;

A wife that’s good, doth chaste and more containe,

For chaste is but an abstinence from ill:

And in a wife that’s bad, although the best

Of qualities; yet in a good, the least.

To barre the meanes is care, not jealousie:

Some lawfull things to be avoyded are,

When they occasion of unlawfull be:

Lust ere it hurts, is be descry’d afarre:

Lust is a sinne of two; he that is sure

Of either part, may be of both secure.

Give me next good, an understanding wife,

By nature wise, not learned by much art,

Some knowledge on her side, will all my life

More scope of conversation impart:

Besides, her inborne vertue fortifie.

They are most firmly good, that best know why.

A passive understanding to conceive,

And judgement to discerne, I wish to finde:

Beyond that, all as hazardous I leave;

Learning and pregnant wit in woman-kinde,

What it findes malleable, makes fraile,

And doth not adde more ballast, but more saile.

Domesticke charge doth best that sex befit,

Contiguous businesse; so to fixe the mind,

That leisure space for fancies not admit:

Their leysure ’tis corrupteth woman-kind:

Else, being plac’d from many vices free,

They had to heav’n a shorter cut than we.

Bookes are a part of mans prerogative,

In formall inke they thoughts and voyces hold,

That we to them our solitude may give,

And make time-present travell that of old.

Our life, fame peeceth longer at the end,

And bookes it farther backward doe extend.

As good, and knowing, let her be discreete,

That, to the others weight, doth fashion bring;

Discretion doth consider what is fit,

Goodnesse but what is lawfull; but the thing,

Not circumstances; learning is and wit,

In men, but curious folly without it.

To keepe their name, when ’tis in others hands,

Discretion askes; their credit is by farre

More fraile than they: on likelihoods it stands,

And hard to be disprov’d, lusts slanders are.

Their carriage, not their chastity alone,

Must keepe their name chaste from suspition.

Womans behaviour is a surer barre

Then is their no: that fairely doth deny

Without denying; thereby kept they are

Safe ev’n from hope; in part to blame is she

Which hath without consent bin only tride;

He comes too neere, that comes to be denide.

Now since a woman we to marry are,

A soule and body, not a soule alone,

When one is good, then be the other faire;

Beauty is health and beauty, both in one;

Be she so faire, as change can yeeld no gaine;

So faire, as she most woman else containe.

So faire at least let me imagine her;

That thought to me, is truth: opinion

Cannot in matter of opinion erre;

With no eyes shall I see her but mine owne.

And as my fancy her conceives to be,

Even such my senses both, doe feele and see.

The face we may the seat of beauty call,

In it the relish of the rest doth lye,

Nay ev’n a figure of the mind withall:

And of the face, the life moves in the eye;

No things else, being two, so like we see,

So like, that they, two but in number, be.

Beauty in decent shape, and colours lies.

Colours the matter are, and shape the soule;

The soule, which from no single part doth rise,

But from the just proportion of the whole.

And is a meere spirituall harmony,

Of every part united in the eye.

Love is a kind of superstition,

Which feares the idoll which it self hath fram’d:

Lust a desire, which rather from his owne

Temper, then from the object is inflam’d:

Beauty is loves object; woman lust’s to gaine

Love, love desires; lust onely to obtaine.

No circumstance doth beauty beautifie,

Like gracefull fashion, native comelinesse.

Nay ev’n gets pardon for deformity;

Art cannot ought beget, but may increase;

When nature had fixt beauty, perfect made,

Something she left for motion to adde.

But let the fashion more to modesty

Tend, then assurance: modesty doth set

The face in her just place, from passions free,

’Tis both the mindes, and bodies beauty met;

But modesty no vertue can we see;

That is the faces onely chastity.

Where goodnesse failes, ’twixt ill and ill that stands:

Whence ’tis, that women though they weaker be,

And their desire more strong, yet on their hands

The chastity of men doth often lye:

Lust would more common be then any one,

Could it, as other sins, be done alone.

All these good parts a perfect woman make:

Adde love to me, they make a perfect wife:

Without her love, her beauty should I take,

As that of pictures; dead; that gives it life:

Till then her beauty like the sun doth shine

Alike to all; that makes it, only mine.

And of that love, let reason father be,

And passion mother; let it from the one

His being take, the other his degree;

Selfe-love (which second loves are built upon)

Will make me (if not her) her love respect;

No man but favours his owne worths effect.

As good and wise; so be she fit for me,

That is, to will, and not to will, the same:

My wife is my adopted selfe, and she

As me, so what I love, to love must frame:

For when by mariage both in one concurre,

Woman converts to man, not man to her.

Sorry, can you say that again?

[Hummin]

2 minutes ago, overherebc said:

I always thought a gentleman was someone who gets out of the bath to go for a pee. ????.

Dont you ? 

 

Man, sometimes I have been wondering about people on hotels, who sit and drink for 30min, gets up, go to the pool, come back up continue drinking. The same happens 20 min later and repeat every 0min after that, and not once left the swimming pool area for going to the rest rooms. 

[amexpat]

18 hours ago, Tippaporn said:

I can't tell you how p!ssed I am to see all of the mostly American fast food chains here these days.  Even at the turn of the century you had a really tough time finding a McDonald's (not that I ever looked).  Keep your frickin' heifers over there.

The old blame McDonald's b.s.  Take a bike ride out into the mountains or sticks where you will find many, even mostly, overweight people living hours away from any McD, KFC, etc which they couldn't afford anyway.  But they do have coca cola, fanta, and smoothies with incredible amounts of sugar. Plenty of fattening foods to make them look like UK or OZ girls, too. 

[Hummin]

3 minutes ago, amexpat said:

The old blame McDonald's b.s.  Take a bike ride out into the mountains or sticks where you will find many, even mostly, overweight people living hours away from any McD, KFC, etc which they couldn't afford anyway.  But they do have coca cola, fanta, and smoothies with incredible amounts of sugar. Plenty of fattening foods to make them look like UK or OZ girls, too. 

They have sugar, 20 years ago it was not the same amount they had or used. Coca Cola and Mc Donalds is not the cause, but it is synonym with bad choices and unhealthy life style

Edited January 13, 2022 by Hummin

[GammaGlobulin]

Keep your pretty girls, please:

 

Better to be waiting for the right kind of girl....

 

Waiting for a girl who's got curlers in her hair
Waiting for a girl she has no money anywhere
We get buses everywhere
Waiting for a factory girl

Waiting for a girl and her knees are much too fat
Waiting for a girl who wears scarves instead of hats
Her zipper's broken down the back
Waiting for a factory girl

Waiting for a girl and she gets me into fights
Waiting for a girl, we get drunk on Friday night
She's a sight for sore eyes
Waiting for a factory girl

Waiting for a girl and she's got stains all down her dress
Waiting for a girl and my feet are getting wet
She ain't come out yet
Waiting for a factory girl

[Tippaporn]

3 hours ago, GammaGlobulin said:

Concerning skin-deep beauty:

 

Each woman is a briefe of womankind,

And doth in little even as much containe,

As, in one day and night, all life we finde,

Of either, more is but the same againe:

God fram’d her so, that to her husband she,

As Eve, should all the world of woman be.

So fram’d he both, that neither power he gave

Use of themselves, but by exchange to make:

Whence in their face, the faire no pleasure have,

But by reflex of what thence other take.

Our lips in their own kisse no pleasure find:

Toward their proper face, our eies are blinde.

So God in Eve did perfect man, begun;

Till then, in vaine much of himselfe he had:

In Adam, God created only one,

Eve, and the world to come, in Eve he made.

We are two halfes: whiles each from other straies

Both barren are; joind, both their like can raise

At first, both sexes were in man combinde,

Man a she-man did in his body breed;

Adam was Eves, Eve mother of mankinde,

Eve from live-flesh, man did from dust proceed.

One, thus made two, mariage doth re-unite,

And makes them both but one hermaphrodite.

Man did but the well-being of this life

From woman take; her being she from man;

And therefore Eve created was a wife,

And at the end of all her sex, began:

Mariage their object is; their being then,

And now perfection, they receive from men.

Mariage; to all those joyes two parties be,

And doubled are by being parted so,

Wherein the very act of chastity,

Whereby two soules into one body go.

Which makes two, one; while here they living be,

And after death in their posterity.

God to each man a private woman gave,

That in that center his desires might stint,

That he a comfort like himselfe might have,

And that on her his like he might imprint.

Double is womans use, part of their end

Doth in this age, part on the next depend.

We fill but part of time, and cannot dye,

Till we the world a fresh supply have lent.

Children are bodies sole eternity;

Nature is Gods, art is mans instrument.

Now all mans art but only dead things makes,

But herein man in things of life partakes.

For wandring lust; I know ’tis infinite,

It still begins, and addes not more to more:

The guilt is everlasting, the delight,

This instant doth not feele, of that before.

The taste of it is only in the sense,

The operation in the conscience.

Woman is not lusts bounds, but woman-kinde;

One is loves number: who from that doth fall,

Hath lost his hold, and no new rest shall find;

Vice hath no meane, but not to be at all.

A wife is that enough; lust cannot find:

For lust is till with want, or too much, pin’d.

Bate lust the sin, my share is ev’n with his,

For, not to lust, and to enjoy, is one:

And more or lesse past, equall nothing is;

I still have one, lust one at once, alone:

And though the women often changed be,

Yet he’s the same without variety.

Mariage our lust (as ’twere with fuell fire)

Doth, with a medicine of the same, allay,

And not forbid, but rectifie desire.

My selfe I cannot chuse, my wife I may:

And in the choise of her, it much doth lye,

To mend my selfe in my posterity.

Or rather let me love, then be in love;

So let me chuse, as wife and friend to find,

Let me forget her sex, when I approve:

Beasts likenesse lies in shape, but ours in mind:

Our soules no sexes have, their love is cleane,

No sex, both in the better part are men.

But physicke for our lust their bodies be,

But matter fit to shew our love upon:

But onely shells for our posterity,

Their soules were giv’n lest men should be alone:

For, but the soules interpreters, words be,

Without which, bodies are no company.

That goodly frame we see of flesh and blood,

Their fashion is, not weight; it is I say

But their lay-part; but well digested food;

Tis but ’twixt dust, and dust, lifes middle way:

The worth of it is nothing that is seen,

But only that holds a soule within.

And all the carnall beauty of my wife,

Is but skin-deep, but to two senses known;

Short even of pictures, shorter liv’d then life,

And yet the love survives, that’s built thereon:

For our imagination is too high,

For bodies when they meet, to satisfie.

All shapes, all colours, are alike in night,

Nor doth our touch distinguish foule or faire;

But mans imagination, and his sight,

And those, but the first weeke; by custome are

Both made alike, which differed at first view,

Nor can that difference absence much renew.

Nor can that beauty, lying in the face,

But meerely by imagination be

Enjoy’d by us, in an inferiour place.

Nor can that beauty by enjoying we

Make ours become; so our desire growes tame,

We changed are, but it remaines the same.

Birth, lesse then beauty, shall my reason blinde,

Her birth goes to my children, not to me:

Rather had I that active gentry finde,

Vertue, then passive from her ancestry;

Rather in her alive one vertue see,

Then all the rest dead in her pedigree.

In the degrees, high rather, be she plac’t

Of nature, then of art, and policy:

Gentry is but a relique of time past:

And love doth only but the present see;

Things were first made, then words: she were the same

With, or without, that title or that name.

As for (the oddes of sexes) portion,

Nor will I shun it, nor my aime it make;

Birth, beauty, wealth, are nothing worth alone,

All these I would for good additions take,

Not for good parts, those two are ill combin’d

Whom, any third thing from themselves hath join’d.

Rather then these the object of my love,

Let it be good; when these with vertue go,

They (in themselves indifferent) vertues prove,

For good (like fire) turnes all things to be so.

Gods image in her soule, O let me place

My love upon! not Adams in her face.

Good, is a fairer attribute then white,

’Tis the minds beauty keeps the other sweete;

That’s not still one, nor mortall with the light,

Nor glasse, nor painting can it counterfeit;

Nor doth it raise desires, which ever tend

At once, to their perfeciton and their end.

By good I would have holy understood,

So God she cannot love, but also me,

The law requires our words and deeds be good,

Religion even the thoughts doth sanctifie:

As she is more a maid that ravisht is,

Then she which only doth but wish amisse.

Lust onely by religion is withstood,

Lusts object is alive, his strength within;

Morality resists but in cold blood;

Respect of credit feareth shame, not sin.

But no place darke enough for such offence

She findes, that’s watch’t, by her own conscience.

Then may I trust her body with her mind,

And, thereupon secure, need never know

The pangs of jealousie: and love doth find

More paine to doubt her false, then know her so:

For patience is, of evils that are knowne,

The certaine remedie; but doubt hath none.

And be that thought once stirr’d, ’twill never die:

Nor will grief more mild by custome prove,

Nor yet amendment can it satisfie,

The anguish more or lesse, is as our love;

This misery doth jealousie ensue,

That we may prove her false, but cannot true.

Suspicious may the will of lust restraine,

But good prevents from having such a will;

A wife that’s good, doth chaste and more containe,

For chaste is but an abstinence from ill:

And in a wife that’s bad, although the best

Of qualities; yet in a good, the least.

To barre the meanes is care, not jealousie:

Some lawfull things to be avoyded are,

When they occasion of unlawfull be:

Lust ere it hurts, is be descry’d afarre:

Lust is a sinne of two; he that is sure

Of either part, may be of both secure.

Give me next good, an understanding wife,

By nature wise, not learned by much art,

Some knowledge on her side, will all my life

More scope of conversation impart:

Besides, her inborne vertue fortifie.

They are most firmly good, that best know why.

A passive understanding to conceive,

And judgement to discerne, I wish to finde:

Beyond that, all as hazardous I leave;

Learning and pregnant wit in woman-kinde,

What it findes malleable, makes fraile,

And doth not adde more ballast, but more saile.

Domesticke charge doth best that sex befit,

Contiguous businesse; so to fixe the mind,

That leisure space for fancies not admit:

Their leysure ’tis corrupteth woman-kind:

Else, being plac’d from many vices free,

They had to heav’n a shorter cut than we.

Bookes are a part of mans prerogative,

In formall inke they thoughts and voyces hold,

That we to them our solitude may give,

And make time-present travell that of old.

Our life, fame peeceth longer at the end,

And bookes it farther backward doe extend.

As good, and knowing, let her be discreete,

That, to the others weight, doth fashion bring;

Discretion doth consider what is fit,

Goodnesse but what is lawfull; but the thing,

Not circumstances; learning is and wit,

In men, but curious folly without it.

To keepe their name, when ’tis in others hands,

Discretion askes; their credit is by farre

More fraile than they: on likelihoods it stands,

And hard to be disprov’d, lusts slanders are.

Their carriage, not their chastity alone,

Must keepe their name chaste from suspition.

Womans behaviour is a surer barre

Then is their no: that fairely doth deny

Without denying; thereby kept they are

Safe ev’n from hope; in part to blame is she

Which hath without consent bin only tride;

He comes too neere, that comes to be denide.

Now since a woman we to marry are,

A soule and body, not a soule alone,

When one is good, then be the other faire;

Beauty is health and beauty, both in one;

Be she so faire, as change can yeeld no gaine;

So faire, as she most woman else containe.

So faire at least let me imagine her;

That thought to me, is truth: opinion

Cannot in matter of opinion erre;

With no eyes shall I see her but mine owne.

And as my fancy her conceives to be,

Even such my senses both, doe feele and see.

The face we may the seat of beauty call,

In it the relish of the rest doth lye,

Nay ev’n a figure of the mind withall:

And of the face, the life moves in the eye;

No things else, being two, so like we see,

So like, that they, two but in number, be.

Beauty in decent shape, and colours lies.

Colours the matter are, and shape the soule;

The soule, which from no single part doth rise,

But from the just proportion of the whole.

And is a meere spirituall harmony,

Of every part united in the eye.

Love is a kind of superstition,

Which feares the idoll which it self hath fram’d:

Lust a desire, which rather from his owne

Temper, then from the object is inflam’d:

Beauty is loves object; woman lust’s to gaine

Love, love desires; lust onely to obtaine.

No circumstance doth beauty beautifie,

Like gracefull fashion, native comelinesse.

Nay ev’n gets pardon for deformity;

Art cannot ought beget, but may increase;

When nature had fixt beauty, perfect made,

Something she left for motion to adde.

But let the fashion more to modesty

Tend, then assurance: modesty doth set

The face in her just place, from passions free,

’Tis both the mindes, and bodies beauty met;

But modesty no vertue can we see;

That is the faces onely chastity.

Where goodnesse failes, ’twixt ill and ill that stands:

Whence ’tis, that women though they weaker be,

And their desire more strong, yet on their hands

The chastity of men doth often lye:

Lust would more common be then any one,

Could it, as other sins, be done alone.

All these good parts a perfect woman make:

Adde love to me, they make a perfect wife:

Without her love, her beauty should I take,

As that of pictures; dead; that gives it life:

Till then her beauty like the sun doth shine

Alike to all; that makes it, only mine.

And of that love, let reason father be,

And passion mother; let it from the one

His being take, the other his degree;

Selfe-love (which second loves are built upon)

Will make me (if not her) her love respect;

No man but favours his owne worths effect.

As good and wise; so be she fit for me,

That is, to will, and not to will, the same:

My wife is my adopted selfe, and she

As me, so what I love, to love must frame:

For when by mariage both in one concurre,

Woman converts to man, not man to her.

"And in the end Thomas Overbury was betrayed and killed due to her. Terrible really. The poor guy. Lovely poem none the less and I'm glad to know he was the first one to use the phrase beauty is skin-deep back in 1613, its fitting for this poem and the events that followed it."

 

And all the carnall beauty of my wife,
Is but skin-deep, but to two senses known;
Short even of pictures, shorter liv’d then life,
And yet the love survives, that’s built thereon:
For our imagination is too high,
For bodies when they meet, to satisfie.

Now that gets my eyes to tearing.

 

"Give me next good, an understanding wife,
By nature wise, not learned by much art,
Some knowledge on her side, will all my life
More scope of conversation impart:
Besides, her inborne vertue fortifie.
They are most firmly good, that best know why."

Between trial wives and girlfriends this is what I happily ended up with.  Kudos to those whose first shot hits this target.  
 

[Tippaporn]

8 hours ago, Isaanlife said:

Sorry mate too ugly to me.

 

I am happy there are guys like you around to keep them company.

We're all intrigued and anxious to see your ideal of a (Thai?) woman.  Or will you claim that the soul's beauty cannot be captured on film or digitised?  Even still, the soul wears a body.  And what form might that body take?  Show us, if you dare.

 

Edited January 13, 2022 by Tippaporn

[Tippaporn]

Granted she's possessed of physical beauty but to me her looks coupled with her dress represent the epitome of the Thai hi-so look.
 

[GammaGlobulin]

6 minutes ago, Tippaporn said:

"And in the end Thomas Overbury was betrayed and killed due to her. Terrible really. The poor guy. Lovely poem none the less and I'm glad to know he was the first one to use the phrase beauty is skin-deep back in 1613, its fitting for this poem and the events that followed it."

 

And all the carnall beauty of my wife,
Is but skin-deep, but to two senses known;
Short even of pictures, shorter liv’d then life,
And yet the love survives, that’s built thereon:
For our imagination is too high,
For bodies when they meet, to satisfie.

Now that gets my eyes to tearing.

 

"Give me next good, an understanding wife,
By nature wise, not learned by much art,
Some knowledge on her side, will all my life
More scope of conversation impart:
Besides, her inborne vertue fortifie.
They are most firmly good, that best know why."

Between trial wives and girlfriends this is what I happily ended up with.  Kudos to those whose first shot hits this target.  
 

Thank you for your reply.

 

I notice that Thomas Overbury took his degree of Bachelor of Arts in 1598, just 106 years after Christopher Columbus discovered America.

 

Yes!, you are right that Overbury's poem is beautiful, and long, maybe overly long for the Pub, but not too long for some of us here, I suppose.

 

One thing, though, that I would like to mention, and this is that Factory Girls, quite a number of them, are most beautiful.

 

Regarding the image you posted, it must be obvious, seems to show a beautiful factory girl sitting in a prestige car, with fine leather seats, maybe something like a Maserati, since no rear seats are to be seen.

 

These kinds of girls are too beautiful for me.

I would get antsy if I were to have tea and crumpets with one who looked even half as beautiful as she.

 

Instead, I really do prefer factory girls, girls who can't read much, yet have great empathy and compassion for those they meet, and those they truly care about.

 

Yes.

I really DO love farm girls and factory girls.

Maybe just a quirk of mine.

Mick, I think, enjoyed the same quirk as I.

 

 

[Tippaporn]

Now this, on the other hand, looks cute and adorable to me.  I'd say, too, that she shows great potential for being able to teach me some new moves.

 

Edited January 13, 2022 by Tippaporn

[pgrahmm]

3 hours ago, amexpat said:

The old blame McDonald's b.s.  Take a bike ride out into the mountains or sticks where you will find many, even mostly, overweight people living hours away from any McD, KFC, etc which they couldn't afford anyway.  But they do have coca cola, fanta, and smoothies with incredible amounts of sugar. Plenty of fattening foods to make them look like UK or OZ girls, too. 

Chances are there's a 7/11 within reach.... That's where I'd center the "McDonalds" blame game....Those 5 baht goodies readily available for young kids right up through the now conditioned, almost daily, coffee/coke & snack stop....

[Tippaporn]

4 minutes ago, GammaGlobulin said:

Thank you for your reply.

 

I notice that Thomas Overbury took his degree of Bachelor of Arts in 1598, just 106 years after Christopher Columbus discovered America.

 

Yes!, you are right that Overbury's poem is beautiful, and long, maybe overly long for the Pub, but not too long for some of us here, I suppose.

 

One thing, though, that I would like to mention, and this is that Factory Girls, quite a number of them, are most beautiful.

 

Regarding the image you posted, it must be obvious, seems to show a beautiful factory girl sitting in a prestige car, with fine leather seats, maybe something like a Maserati, since no rear seats are to be seen.

 

These kinds of girls are too beautiful for me.

I would get antsy if I were to have tea and crumpets with one who looked even half as beautiful as she.

 

Instead, I really do prefer factory girls, girls who can't read much, yet have great empathy and compassion for those they meet, and those they truly care about.

 

Yes.

I really DO love farm girls and factory girls.

Maybe just a quirk of mine.

Mick, I think, enjoyed the same quirk as I.

I agree that I, too, would feel a bit of paranoia with an absolute stunner.  While beauty like that most definitely enlarges our little heads it enlarges theirs as well.  I've known a few of these.  The whole world revolves around them.

 

Speaking of factory girls, my first trip to Thailand was to install manufacturing assembly lines for Dell's latest and greatest PC back in '01.  The assembly lines were mostly 'manned' by young girls.  Beautiful young girls.  I was in pleasant shock and awe to see these females when they had to take a trip to the loo.  They would never go alone; always accompanied by another female.  And off they'd go holding hands.  <sigh>
 

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And yes, Mick had it right.
 

 

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4 hours ago, Hummin said:

Im not sure I pointed out in this thread or the other one, that woman have a price based on her self estem, and some is more greatful than others with what you can provide or what you want to provide. 

I like the ones with great self esteem and great understanding of where happiness truly comes from.  Those women are very reasonably priced and are not looking at every other pasture as being greener.

She may be one like that.

 

[Tippaporn]

Such grace.

 

[Hummin]

4 minutes ago, Tippaporn said:

I like the ones with great self esteem and great understanding of where happiness truly comes from.  Those women are very reasonably priced and are not looking at every other pasture as being greener.

She may be one like that.

 

Still I have a feeling of most in this thread, just are in the game as long they are still young and beautiful for change to another model when they are used and no more to use for them. Thats the impression I have. Not all, but still

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Not a random google pic....

 

Well - at the risk of anybody's comments or ire - this little Thai Eskimo & friend belong to me....Not the "typical" "Thai" face - but she does me just fine for being at that dreaded 50th year mark.... She's spun men around on 3 continents getting a second look or hoping for recognition.....

Happily, our daughters didn't fall too far from the tree either.....

Not a bad in house bevy to be around.... 

[GammaGlobulin]

4 minutes ago, Tippaporn said:

I agree that I, too, would feel a bit of paranoia with an absolute stunner.  While beauty like that most definitely enlarges our little heads it enlarges theirs as well.  I've known a few of these.  The whole world revolves around them.

 

Speaking of factory girls, my first trip to Thailand was to install manufacturing assembly lines for Dell's latest and greatest PC back in '01.  The assembly lines were mostly 'manned' by young girls.  Beautiful young girls.  I was in pleasant shock and awe to see these females when they had to take a trip to the loo.  They would never go alone; always accompanied by another female.  And off they'd go holding hands.  <sigh>
 

Would you mind if I mention one more thing concerning how I really feel when reading a beautiful poem composed 400 years ago?

 

These days, when I read such beauty, utter beauty in fact, written 400 years ago, I feel such angst and sorrow.

 

There seems no balm now sufficient to cool my worried brow, and no female form alluring enough to distract me from my worry.

 

Of course, you realize that I am speaking of the impending melting of the Thwaites Glacier, and all the ice behind it, so soon to be added to our shores.

 

Also, speaking of krill, have you seen one, just how beautiful they might be, enlarged by the lens of a professional photographer?

 

I am worried, anytime I read books or poems written over 400 years ago, that 400 years in our future, it seems likely that nobody will be around to write anything.

 

This is why I am unable to look at beautiful women, because, mostly, I am thinking of the tenuous future of Antarctic kill.....

 

I wish I could just forget about the future, and concentrate more on near-term issues, mostly women.  I am sure that I could have a woman, probably tomorrow, if only I could focus on women, rather than on the desperate future which seems to be almost upon us now.

 

Krill are really beautiful, though....

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

[Tippaporn]

4 hours ago, overherebc said:

Sorry, can you say that again?

Why, women appreciate poetry.  You didn't know that?

I once had the cutest little Italian doll you could imagine.  Asian body type; petite, slender and all of 152 cm.  She couldn't have been over 42kg.  And frisky.  We had an oh so short fling.  I caught her on the tail end of a 4 year high school relationship.  Her ex had regrets and wooed her away from me.

Anyway, she couldn't have been more attractive, both inside and out, and she was my inspiration for the only poem I'd ever written in my life.

I once knew this girl named Jo Anne,

She was as pretty as a new born lamb,

 

The girls wished,

That they were such a dish,

 

And the guys all dreamed,

Of her as their queen,

 

With those beautiful brown eyes,

Staring into their lives,

 

Who could resist,

A chance to be kissed,

My this beautiful miss,

Named Jo Anne.

 

Okay, get yer laughs in.  I ain't no Sir Thomas Overbury to be sure.  But she did look me in the eyes and confess to me that no one had ever touched her heart like that before.

So, overherebc, you might want to memorise a few verses of romantic rhyme.  Might come in handy some day.  

 

Edited January 13, 2022 by Tippaporn

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18 minutes ago, Hummin said:

Still I have a feeling of most in this thread, just are in the game as long they are still young and beautiful for change to another model when they are used and no more to use for them. Thats the impression I have. Not all, but still

Speculation of a dour nature.  Why not imagine the best of worlds.  Both are equally true.  Choices.

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2 minutes ago, Tippaporn said:

Speculation of a dour nature.  Why not imagine the best of worlds.  Both are equally true.  Choices.

Im still hoping this is the last one, and share a future together as good as we can make it. Have memories and a common equal platform together. But I know it it is not going to last, it is going to be a new one, and it is easier for me, than her. Especially now she getting closer to her 40íes, she have to step up the game with an 10 year older man or mer maybe. I can go the other way, and still continue on prefered age that is 33 - 35 +-