Why do unemployed greasy little Thai men always get the hot girls?

[radiochaser]

21 hours ago, NanLaew said:

 

You aren't supposed to edit other people's posts. It's a forum rule apparently.

 

That's why.

Too many posters edit the post they are replying to.   Even a couple, that in the past, that have told me multiple times that I have to post links supporting my comments, and also demand that I read the rules that, they say, requires a link to be posted.  

 

[NanLaew]

8 hours ago, Purdey said:

It depends on the people you know. Many of my Thai friends are middle class or very rich  and they take their girls out in BMWs. This explains why you don't see them.

 

You can get 60-month financing on a new BMW too.

 

Or a Merc.

[NanLaew]

15 hours ago, scoutman360 said:

  

I worked amongst educated Thai men for 19 years. You understand this culture perfectly. They say exactly the same thing. 

 

So there you have it. Educated Thai men can be as equally misogynistic as the proles.

 

Or the foreign mongers, sex pests and what have you.

[NanLaew]

1 hour ago, IC2000 said:

 

I don't think there's a comparison at all other than the obvious.

 

In US I'd only been in one strip club in my life and that was tagging along with my business buddies night out crawl. There's nothing really lighthearted about strip clubs in States. They are really expensive. I'm not at all attracted to stripper types in general but especially in US

 

Happened to know something about US club because I lived in a shared house decades ago. It started off with a bunch of students which I was one and ended up when I left was a bunch of strippers. One of them had gonorrhea in her eye or something. They were nothing but drama and banging around late at night high as kites every night

 

I recall taking a stripper to the first Lollapalooza at Fort Bend and coming home with two of them. The following year, I took both of them to South Padre for Spring Break. More fun than a bag of kittens. They were being hit up on the beach by the young stud students, so they would take them back to the beach rental for lap dances in the kitchen. The guys were queuing up at the back door, each dropping a twenty in the big pickle jar on the counter for a five-minute crotch grind. We banked and didn't need to spend any of our own money.

 

About ten years later, I was an older Florida heiress's toy boy in the Caribbean. However, despite the impressive monthly stipend, private jets and the free Mercedes-Benz convertible, the social stigma of being a gigolo got too much, so I went back to work, eventually ending up as a baker in Peru.