So there I was, in one of Bangkok’s premiere shopping malls. I’d just finished off a nice pizza and was now in a bathroom stall, taking care of, well… you know… dropping the kids off at the pool.

 

Suddenly, out of nowhere, I feel a hand. Not my own hand. A foreign hand. Grabbing my toes.

 

I freeze. My brain almost short-circuits. WTF is this? Do I shake it? Kick it? Call for backup? Before I can react, the hand disappears.

 

Nothing happens for a couple of minutes. I’m almost done anyway, and I think, Right, no worries, maybe it was a mistake. Maybe he dropped something and accidentally brushed my foot while looking for it.

 

Then, out of nowhere, a head pops over the top of my stall, looking down at me from above. He must’ve been stood on his toilet. A full-on, grinning face, just casually peeking over at me.

 

He doesn’t say a word. Just smiles, drops a small piece of paper onto me, and disappears.

 

On the paper? A phone number and a LINE ID.

 

Now, my question to you lot: What the hell does one do in this situation?

After waking up from such a disturbing dream, you run over to your pc or phone and post it on AN.

was it a white guy? Seems to be a lot of those types running around in thailand

My strangest experience was when the place smelled good and had free toilet paper.

 

 

Must have been Bob

Seems that you set off his Gaydar.  I wonder why.....

1 hour ago, BigLek said:

So there I was, in one of Bangkok’s premiere shopping malls. I’d just finished off a nice pizza and was now in a bathroom stall, taking care of, well… you know… dropping the kids off at the pool.

 

Suddenly, out of nowhere, I feel a hand. Not my own hand. A foreign hand. Grabbing my toes.

 

I freeze. My brain almost short-circuits. WTF is this? Do I shake it? Kick it? Call for backup? Before I can react, the hand disappears.

 

Nothing happens for a couple of minutes. I’m almost done anyway, and I think, Right, no worries, maybe it was a mistake. Maybe he dropped something and accidentally brushed my foot while looking for it.

 

Then, out of nowhere, a head pops over the top of my stall, looking down at me from above. He must’ve been stood on his toilet. A full-on, grinning face, just casually peeking over at me.

 

He doesn’t say a word. Just smiles, drops a small piece of paper onto me, and disappears.

 

On the paper? A phone number and a LINE ID.

 

Now, my question to you lot: What the hell does one do in this situation?

Was he hot?

You should of just put it in the glory hole and got on with it. 

1 hour ago, still kicking said:

Must have been Bob

Cannot have been BOb.  Bob is the OP

5 minutes ago, theshu25 said:

Cannot have been BOb.  Bob is the OP

Bob has a new name again?

8 minutes ago, still kicking said:

Bob has a new name again?

Smart people figured out Bob was a bot so the changed the name. Simple.

2 hours ago, BigLek said:

So there I was, in one of Bangkok’s premiere shopping malls. I’d just finished off a nice pizza and was now in a bathroom stall, taking care of, well… you know… dropping the kids off at the pool.

 

Suddenly, out of nowhere, I feel a hand. Not my own hand. A foreign hand. Grabbing my toes.

 

I freeze. My brain almost short-circuits. WTF is this? Do I shake it? Kick it? Call for backup? Before I can react, the hand disappears.

 

Nothing happens for a couple of minutes. I’m almost done anyway, and I think, Right, no worries, maybe it was a mistake. Maybe he dropped something and accidentally brushed my foot while looking for it.

 

Then, out of nowhere, a head pops over the top of my stall, looking down at me from above. He must’ve been stood on his toilet. A full-on, grinning face, just casually peeking over at me.

 

He doesn’t say a word. Just smiles, drops a small piece of paper onto me, and disappears.

 

On the paper? A phone number and a LINE ID.

 

Now, my question to you lot: What the hell does one do in this situation?

Stop visiting fashion malls as straight guys don't go there.

1 hour ago, theshu25 said:

Cannot have been BOb.  Bob is the OP

Or the OP is just a poor imitation of Bob.

3 hours ago, BigLek said:

So there I was, in one of Bangkok’s premiere shopping malls. I’d just finished off a nice pizza and was now in a bathroom stall, taking care of, well… you know… dropping the kids off at the pool.

 

Suddenly, out of nowhere, I feel a hand. Not my own hand. A foreign hand. Grabbing my toes.

 

I freeze. My brain almost short-circuits. WTF is this? Do I shake it? Kick it? Call for backup? Before I can react, the hand disappears.

 

Nothing happens for a couple of minutes. I’m almost done anyway, and I think, Right, no worries, maybe it was a mistake. Maybe he dropped something and accidentally brushed my foot while looking for it.

 

Then, out of nowhere, a head pops over the top of my stall, looking down at me from above. He must’ve been stood on his toilet. A full-on, grinning face, just casually peeking over at me.

 

He doesn’t say a word. Just smiles, drops a small piece of paper onto me, and disappears.

 

On the paper? A phone number and a LINE ID.

 

Now, my question to you lot: What the hell does one do in this situation?

Some people may call to meet up, me I would push his face in my floating turds

3 hours ago, BigLek said:

So there I was, in one of Bangkok’s premiere shopping malls. I’d just finished off a nice pizza and was now in a bathroom stall, taking care of, well… you know… dropping the kids off at the pool.

 

Suddenly, out of nowhere, I feel a hand. Not my own hand. A foreign hand. Grabbing my toes.

 

I freeze. My brain almost short-circuits. WTF is this? Do I shake it? Kick it? Call for backup? Before I can react, the hand disappears.

 

Nothing happens for a couple of minutes. I’m almost done anyway, and I think, Right, no worries, maybe it was a mistake. Maybe he dropped something and accidentally brushed my foot while looking for it.

 

Then, out of nowhere, a head pops over the top of my stall, looking down at me from above. He must’ve been stood on his toilet. A full-on, grinning face, just casually peeking over at me.

 

He doesn’t say a word. Just smiles, drops a small piece of paper onto me, and disappears.

 

On the paper? A phone number and a LINE ID.

 

Now, my question to you lot: What the hell does one do in this situation?

Call Bob, he's your man in situations like this

3 hours ago, BigLek said:

Now, my question to you lot: What the hell does one do in this situation?

Give him a call, then report back here with all the 'juicy' details and maybe some pics.. 

3 hours ago, simon43 said:

Seems that you set off his Gaydar.  I wonder why.....

Thru a wall? 

That is just weird and gross. I really worry about the kind of trash that washes up on these shores. They should be put to use and be sent to the Ukraine front.

What happened is called a Democratic Party strategy meeting.

4 hours ago, BigLek said:

Now, my question to you lot: What the hell does one do in this situation?

My answer would be for you to quickly think of the next highly unlikely tale to post here.

No doubt BigLek will be shadow-boosted like bob smith and gamma gobulin and will become one of the few AN members to constantly have their inane posts highlighted in the topic section day after day after day after day.....well, you get it. Low-information, silly, asinine, fatuous, mindless, vacuous, posts seem to now be the main-stay of Asean Now.  I can actually remember back in the day when this site, under the moniker of "Thai Visa", was generally a high-information site with the goal of helping expat members navigate visa issues and to help members integrate into Thai society and understand the culture.  Now - it's alcoholics having three ways with trannies and bathroom perversions rule the roost.  How low we have fallen in the last couple of decades, 'eh?

The new 2025 model (bait the hooks, pop a beer, set the star-drag, and idle.......

9 minutes ago, Liverpool Lou said:

My answer would be for you to quickly think of the next highly unlikely tale to post here.

I wonder how many AN accounts that "bob smith" has created recently to write this nonsensical trash. 

14 minutes ago, connda said:

26 minutes ago, Liverpool Lou said:

My answer would be for you to quickly think of the next highly unlikely tale to post here.

I wonder how many AN accounts that "bob smith" has created recently to write this nonsensical trash.

Indeed.

1 hour ago, connda said:

No doubt BigLek will be shadow-boosted like bob smith and gamma gobulin and will become one of the few AN members to constantly have their inane posts highlighted in the topic section day after day after day after day.....well, you get it. Low-information, silly, asinine, fatuous, mindless, vacuous, posts seem to now be the main-stay of Asean Now.  I can actually remember back in the day when this site, under the moniker of "Thai Visa", was generally a high-information site with the goal of helping expat members navigate visa issues and to help members integrate into Thai society and understand the culture.  Now - it's alcoholics having three ways with trannies and bathroom perversions rule the roost.  How low we have fallen in the last couple of decades, 'eh?

The new 2025 model (bait the hooks, pop a beer, set the star-drag, and idle.......

Agree Sir, it would be nice to have an alternative site, but I cannot find one.

7 hours ago, BigLek said:

So there I was, in one of Bangkok’s premiere shopping malls. I’d just finished off a nice pizza and was now in a bathroom stall, taking care of, well… you know… dropping the kids off at the pool.

 

Suddenly, out of nowhere, I feel a hand. Not my own hand. A foreign hand. Grabbing my toes.

 

I freeze. My brain almost short-circuits. WTF is this? Do I shake it? Kick it? Call for backup? Before I can react, the hand disappears.

 

Nothing happens for a couple of minutes. I’m almost done anyway, and I think, Right, no worries, maybe it was a mistake. Maybe he dropped something and accidentally brushed my foot while looking for it.

 

Then, out of nowhere, a head pops over the top of my stall, looking down at me from above. He must’ve been stood on his toilet. A full-on, grinning face, just casually peeking over at me.

 

He doesn’t say a word. Just smiles, drops a small piece of paper onto me, and disappears.

 

On the paper? A phone number and a LINE ID.

 

Now, my question to you lot: What the hell does one do in this situation?

Tell George to stop it.

Drown the fa__ot in the toilet bowl.

Call the number now. Could be the moment you've been waiting for your whole life. 

7 hours ago, Harrisfan said:

Thru a wall? 

Obviously spotted him out in the mall and followed him in there. Use your brain, Susan. Oh wait...

2 minutes ago, FriscoKid said:

Obviously spotted him out in the mall and followed him in there. Use your brain, Susan. Oh wait...

Is that what you do? You seem to know a lot about toilet room incidents. 

14 hours ago, gargamon said:

Smart people figured out Bob was a bot so the changed the name. Simple.

 

There's like 6 of them now. Elvis is the closest thing left to the real bob.