Now this is an actual true story (not a typical Bob Smith windup). About six months ago, I went short-time with a girl in Pattaya that I had gone with a number of times over the previous few months. She is not a local, but she's from one of the regional countries and we had gotten to know each other a little bit, exchanged LINE contact, and we text each other sometimes, though I generally keep my distance.

 

After we left the room, she said her best mate had just messaged her and was at a nearby restaurant, so she was heading off to meet her. We parted ways, and I decided to linger in the guest house lobby for a couple of minutes before catching a tuk-tuk to head home. Then I reached for my phone and realized I did not have it. I mentioned to the people at the desk that I thought I had left it in the room, and they told me to go upstairs and check since the room had not been cleaned yet. So I ran up, had a quick look, and did not see it anywhere.

 

Knowing where she was headed, I started walking toward the restaurant. It was a short distance away. When I got there, I looked around and did not see her at first. I glanced over the tables where people were sitting, it was an open air restaurant, and I was just about to ask one of the waiters if he had seen someone matching her description. Then suddenly I spotted them sitting at a table, her and her friend, and her friend had a customer with her as well.

 

I walked over and told her I could not find my phone and asked if I could check her bag. I trust her, and I certainly was not accusing her of stealing it. What I thought might have happened was that, since we had both been drinking, when we were getting dressed, both of our phones had been lying out and maybe she accidentally put mine in her bag. When I saw that my phone was not inside after she opened it and showed me, I thanked her and told her not to worry about it. I was about to leave.

 

She asked, “Where are you going?” and I said I was going back to the guest house to check again. She said she would come with me, but I insisted it was not necessary because I did not think she was involved in any way. I figured she wanted to come to show she had nothing to hide, and maybe she did not want the guest house staff to get the wrong impression in case she ever returned there with another customer. I told her a few times not to come, but she insisted, so we went together.

 

When I got back to the guest house, I ran up to the floor where the room was, and the maid was standing in the corridor. She said, “Oh, here is your phone,” and pulled it out of her pocket. She told me I had left it on a dark table near the bed, which was the same color as the phone, so when I checked earlier, I had missed it. I handed her some cash to thank her for her honesty and kindness, then went back downstairs.

 

I took the girl back to the restaurant in a tuk-tuk, which I had caught earlier from the guest house. I dropped her off so she could rejoin her friend, and when she got out, I gave her the rest of the cash I had on me to make up for the inconvenience. I do not think there were any hard feelings, but I still felt awkward and apologized for dragging her back over something that turned out to be nothing.

 

After she walked back inside, I sat there for a minute in the tuk-tuk before getting ready to head off. Her friend, who had been sitting with her earlier, came running out toward me. I was not sure what she wanted, but she just asked me if I had found my phone. I said yes, and she said, “Oh, okay,” and went back inside. She was a bit drunk too, and I was not sure why she ran out, but it seemed like a genuine moment of concern.

 

Later that evening, I messaged the girl again to apologize. Her friend came up in the conversation, and she told me her friend had actually been thinking about giving me a slap in the face. I was glad she did not, because I really did not know how I would have reacted. I had originally thought her friend was being caring, but it turned out she was not. She must have thought I was accusing the girl of something.

 

During our texts, the girl also said she was not a person who would steal a phone. I reassured her again that I never believed she was and that there was no need for her to have come back with me to the guest house. I explained that I thought we were just tipsy and that maybe the phone ended up in her bag by mistake. The whole situation was awkward, but our messages ended on a friendly note.

 

Even so, I do not think I will meet up with her again. The whole thing just left a weird feeling. It was nobody’s fault, just one of those strange situations that happens sometimes. After all my time in Thailand, I have never lost or misplaced my phone in a situation like that. Things can go sideways fast, even when nobody has bad intentions. Just an awkward experience, and because of that, I do not think I will be seeing her again.

35 minutes ago, short-Timer said:

Now this is an actual true story (not a typical Bob Smith windup). About six months ago, I went short-time with a girl in Pattaya that I had gone with a number of times over the previous few months. She is not a local, but she's from one of the regional countries and we had gotten to know each other a little bit, exchanged LINE contact, and we text each other sometimes, though I generally keep my distance.

 

After we left the room, she said her best mate had just messaged her and was at a nearby restaurant, so she was heading off to meet her. We parted ways, and I decided to linger in the guest house lobby for a couple of minutes before catching a tuk-tuk to head home. Then I reached for my phone and realized I did not have it. I mentioned to the people at the desk that I thought I had left it in the room, and they told me to go upstairs and check since the room had not been cleaned yet. So I ran up, had a quick look, and did not see it anywhere.

 

Knowing where she was headed, I started walking toward the restaurant. It was a short distance away. When I got there, I looked around and did not see her at first. I glanced over the tables where people were sitting, it was an open air restaurant, and I was just about to ask one of the waiters if he had seen someone matching her description. Then suddenly I spotted them sitting at a table, her and her friend, and her friend had a customer with her as well.

 

I walked over and told her I could not find my phone and asked if I could check her bag. I trust her, and I certainly was not accusing her of stealing it. What I thought might have happened was that, since we had both been drinking, when we were getting dressed, both of our phones had been lying out and maybe she accidentally put mine in her bag. When I saw that my phone was not inside after she opened it and showed me, I thanked her and told her not to worry about it. I was about to leave.

 

She asked, “Where are you going?” and I said I was going back to the guest house to check again. She said she would come with me, but I insisted it was not necessary because I did not think she was involved in any way. I figured she wanted to come to show she had nothing to hide, and maybe she did not want the guest house staff to get the wrong impression in case she ever returned there with another customer. I told her a few times not to come, but she insisted, so we went together.

 

When I got back to the guest house, I ran up to the floor where the room was, and the maid was standing in the corridor. She said, “Oh, here is your phone,” and pulled it out of her pocket. She told me I had left it on a dark table near the bed, which was the same color as the phone, so when I checked earlier, I had missed it. I handed her some cash to thank her for her honesty and kindness, then went back downstairs.

 

I took the girl back to the restaurant in a tuk-tuk, which I had caught earlier from the guest house. I dropped her off so she could rejoin her friend, and when she got out, I gave her the rest of the cash I had on me to make up for the inconvenience. I do not think there were any hard feelings, but I still felt awkward and apologized for dragging her back over something that turned out to be nothing.

 

After she walked back inside, I sat there for a minute in the tuk-tuk before getting ready to head off. Her friend, who had been sitting with her earlier, came running out toward me. I was not sure what she wanted, but she just asked me if I had found my phone. I said yes, and she said, “Oh, okay,” and went back inside. She was a bit drunk too, and I was not sure why she ran out, but it seemed like a genuine moment of concern.

 

Later that evening, I messaged the girl again to apologize. Her friend came up in the conversation, and she told me her friend had actually been thinking about giving me a slap in the face. I was glad she did not, because I really did not know how I would have reacted. I had originally thought her friend was being caring, but it turned out she was not. She must have thought I was accusing the girl of something.

 

During our texts, the girl also said she was not a person who would steal a phone. I reassured her again that I never believed she was and that there was no need for her to have come back with me to the guest house. I explained that I thought we were just tipsy and that maybe the phone ended up in her bag by mistake. The whole situation was awkward, but our messages ended on a friendly note.

 

Even so, I do not think I will meet up with her again. The whole thing just left a weird feeling. It was nobody’s fault, just one of those strange situations that happens sometimes. After all my time in Thailand, I have never lost or misplaced my phone in a situation like that. Things can go sideways fast, even when nobody has bad intentions. Just an awkward experience, and because of that, I do not think I will be seeing her again.

 

Open/Use 'Track my Phone' on your device. Might never need it, but turns out you did..would have saved a lot of 'lost face'.

27 minutes ago, couchpotato said:

Open/Use 'Track my Phone' on your device. Might never need it, but turns out you did..would have saved a lot of 'lost face'.

Yes, that’s good advice, thank you, and I do have that function enabled. In the moment, though, I was more focused on my immediate surroundings and what had just happened, so it didn’t come to mind. Later that evening, the option did occur to me, but by then it was already too late. As you said, it might have saved some face, but hindsight is always 20/20. Another issue is that tracking a lost device requires either internet access or another mobile device, and I didn’t have either at the time since my phone was lost. I could’ve tracked it once I got home, but I was trying to act in the moment.

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Wow, long story about lost and found phone. 

 

When is Georgie coming back, his stories are much more entertaining. 

 

8 minutes ago, SAFETY FIRST said:

Wow, long story about lost and found phone. 

 

When is Georgie coming back, his stories are much more entertaining. 

 

Let me know if the version below is better? I thought the first version was more believable though.
 

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Okay so this is actually a true story not one of those Bob Smith tall tales. I hooked up with a girl in Pattaya who I had seen a few times before nothing serious just a bit of LINE chat and awkward flirting and the occasional beer fueled reunion. After our little rendezvous she said her best mate was nearby at a restaurant and off she went into the humid night.

 

I hung around the lobby feeling smug and mysterious until boom no phone. Gone. Vanished. I sprinted back to the room thinking maybe it was on the bed maybe on the floor maybe levitating who knows. Nothing. Cold sweat time. I knew where she was headed so I marched off like some tragic detective in flip flops.

 

I reached the open air restaurant doing my best James Bond impression which mostly involved squinting at tables. And there she was with her friend who also had a customer because of course. I calmly asked if I could check her bag and she let me like it was the most normal thing ever. No phone. I thanked her tried to vanish quietly but she insisted on coming back with me because obviously that makes sense.

 

Back at the guest house the maid popped up like a magical phone fairy and said oh here it is you left it on a dark table which matched the phone like some ninja camo trick. I tipped her and tried to pretend I was not dying inside. Tuk tuk back to the restaurant I dropped the girl off gave her my remaining cash like a clumsy sugar daddy and tried to exit with dignity.

 

But then her friend came running out I thought it was concern nope she just wanted to know if I found the phone and apparently later told the girl she had considered slapping me which would have really completed the evening. The girl and I texted afterward she said she is not the type to steal a phone and I said obviously not I just thought maybe we got drunk and played accidental phone swap.

 

It ended fine. Kind of. But I am definitely not seeing her again. Nothing bad happened but wow that entire day felt like a sitcom directed by someone having a nervous breakdown.

2 minutes ago, short-Timer said:

Let me know if the version below is better? 

I like both versions. 👍

 

Keep up the good work. 👌

 

We need more stories from our members now Georgie has gone back to Oz. 

 

1 hour ago, Harrisfan said:

So you are an idiot. Short version.

 

Is that you again, Susan? Not very nice to say about your own father innit. Oh right, you never met him, did you?

2 minutes ago, SAFETY FIRST said:

I like both versions. 👍

 

Keep up the good work. 👌

 

We need more stories from our members now Georgie has gone back to Oz. 

 

I jumped in a Bangkok taxi. The guy spoke good English and chatted away about Thailand. At the end of the trip he wanted to stay the night. I paid the fare and let him drive off.

Bob Smith just sent me his version. See what you think:

 

Now this is an actual true story (not your typical windup). About six months ago, I went shorttime with a gorgeous twink in Pattaya that I’d rolled around with a few times over the previous months. He wasn’t local, but from one of the nearby countries with cute boys and looser morals, and we’d gotten to know each other a little, exchanged LINE contact, swapped some scandalous stickers, and traded the occasional flirty text, though I generally kept my distance because, you know, feelings are for bottoms.

 

After we left the room (legs like jelly, mind you), he said his bestie had just messaged and was at a nearby restaurant, so he was heading off to join her. We parted ways, and I decided to linger in the guest house lobby for a minute or two to cool my heels and let the sweat dry before catching a tuk tuk home. Then I reached for my phone and, horror of horrors, realized it was missing.

 

I flounced up to the desk and explained that I thought I’d left my precious little device in the room. The queens at reception told me to go upstairs and check since the room hadn’t been cleaned yet. So I clomped back up in my tight shorts, rummaged around like a man on a mission, but didn’t see it anywhere.

 

Knowing where my pillow prince had headed, I minced toward the restaurant. It wasn’t far. When I got there, I scanned the open air scene, half the boys looked like extras from a circuit party, and I was about to ask a waiter if he’d seen someone matching my man’s description (tight jeans, killer pout, smelled like disappointment and designer cologne). Then I spotted them, him and his glamazon friend, both sipping cocktails with their ankles crossed, joined by another customer who clearly hadn’t read the dress code.

 

I swayed over and told him I couldn’t find my phone and asked if I could check his bag. I trusted him, I mean, his mouth had been places no thief would dare venture, and I wasn’t accusing him of anything. I figured that with all the drinking, glitter, and tangled limbs, he might’ve accidentally slipped my phone into his clutch. He opened his bag like a good boy, showed me the goods (sadly, just lip gloss, condoms, and mints), and when I saw it wasn’t there, I thanked him and told him not to worry. I was about to make a stylish exit.

 

Then he asked, “Where are you going?” and I said I was heading back to the guest house to check again. He insisted on coming with me, but I told him it wasn’t necessary, I didn’t think he was guilty, just messy. I figured he wanted to prove he had nothing to hide, and maybe he didn’t want the staff thinking he was some scandalous handbag snatcher in heels. I told him no multiple times, but he insisted, so off we went.

 

Back at the guest house, I clambered up the stairs, and there stood the maid, one hand on hip, one eyebrow raised. She said, “Oh, here’s your phone,” and pulled it from her pocket like a magician pulling a rabbit from a sparkly hat. Turns out I’d left it on the dark wood table near the bed, the same shade as the phone, so I’d missed it during my first frantic search. I slipped her a little cash as a thank you for being an honest queen, then twirled back downstairs.

 

I took my boy back to the restaurant in a tuk tuk I’d summoned earlier with a dramatic whistle. When we arrived, he hopped out and I gave him the rest of the baht I had in my sparkly little coin purse to make up for the inconvenience. I don’t think there were any hard feelings, but I still felt awkward, like the time I accidentally moaned the wrong name during karaoke night.

 

After he pranced back inside, I sat there in the tuk tuk, gathering my gay thoughts, when his friend, yes, the one with the dagger eyes and the cheekbones sharp enough to cut glass, came running out toward me. I wasn’t sure what she wanted, but she just asked if I’d found my phone. I said yes, and she said, “Oh, okay,” before swaying back inside with all the poise of a drag queen exiting stage left. She was tipsy too, and I wasn’t sure if it was concern or a setup, but it felt like a genuine moment, well, as genuine as anything in Pattaya can be.

 

Later that evening, I messaged my boy again to apologize. His friend came up in the chat, and he casually dropped the bombshell that she’d been thinking about slapping me across the face. I was gagged. Literally. I’m glad she didn’t, because I probably would’ve moaned and said, “Harder.” At first I thought she was being kind, but turns out she was just another messy queen misreading the scene.

 

In our texts, he also said he wasn’t the kind of boy who’d steal a phone. I reassured him that I never thought he was, steal my heart maybe, but not my phone. I explained again that I thought we’d just been drunk and flirty, and maybe our devices got a little too close during the undressing. The whole thing was awkward, but we ended on a friendly note with a couple of peach emojis and a heart.

 

Even so, I don’t think I’ll see him again. The whole thing just left a weird feeling, like sitting on a cold bidet. Nobody’s fault, just one of those strange, glitter soaked, vaguely humiliating moments that happens when your life is one big gay holiday. After all my time in Thailand, I’ve never lost or misplaced my phone in such dramatic fashion. Things can go sideways fast, even when nobody’s being shady. Just an awkward little episode, and for that reason, I think I’ll be avoiding round two.

33 minutes ago, Harrisfan said:

At the end of the trip he wanted to stay the night. 

Not bad, maybe you should post in the gay forum. 

 

12 minutes ago, SAFETY FIRST said:

Not bad, maybe you should post in the gay forum. 

 

Do you want his number?

12 minutes ago, SAFETY FIRST said:

Not bad, maybe you should post in the gay forum. 

 

 

Apparently he has had various accounts on this site using women's names for his username as well. Definitely some identity confusion there it seems.

55 minutes ago, RSD1 said:

 

Apparently he has had various accounts on this site using women's names for his username as well. Definitely some identity confusion there it seems.

Another who wants the number 

1 hour ago, RSD1 said:

 

Apparently he has had various accounts on this site using women's names for his username as well. Definitely some identity confusion there it seems.

The confusion is in his head!

He changes his names but does not not change his posting style which is just getting more ridiculous and obviously false with each new topic he creates.