Coffee, Scooters, and Maybe Someone Else’s Missus — Pattaya Life

[Terrance8812]

7 hours ago, save the frogs said:

But when I got to the cash, I got accused of shoplifting. I assured her I put it back, but she didn't believe me.

I wouldn't tolerate that. I would just tell them to check the CCTV camera footage. That would be the end of it. 

[save the frogs]

11 hours ago, Terrance8812 said:

I wouldn't tolerate that. I would just tell them to check the CCTV camera footage. That would be the end of it. 

 

Yeah, thanks. Next time I will.

Kind of silly game and humiliating. 

Who would admit to stealing anyway? Either way, the person will say they didn't do it. 

 

[Terrance8812]

Just now, save the frogs said:

 

Yeah, thanks. Next time I will.

Kind of silly game and humiliating. 

Who would admit to stealing anyway? Either way, the person will say they didn't do it. 

 

I agree, nobody would admit to it. But the key is you tell them to look at the photographic evidence. Once you do that, it's no longer your word against theirs. 

[JAG]

On 6/21/2025 at 5:17 PM, Lewie London said:

Then, out of nowhere, she comes back two minutes later and slips me her number

Did she leave the engine running?

[richard_smith237]

On 6/21/2025 at 5:57 PM, SAFETY FIRST said:

Wow, I thought that only happens to me. 

 

 

....here is 'your story'...  

 

 

Right, so there I was, wandering through one of them grimy Pattaya dive bars, you know the sort — sticky floors, neon lights flickering like they’re about to bugger off any minute. Nature called, and I made a beeline for the bogs, expecting the usual chaos of too many blokes, no paper, and that faint smell of regret. But as I pushed open the door to the gents, there was this fella in the corner, proper unusual sight — middle-aged, Western bloke, decked out in a floral skirt that swayed as he moved, sitting prim and proper in front of the cracked mirror, expertly applying lipstick with a steady hand.

 

He caught me peeking, gave me a cheeky grin, and said, “Don’t be shy, mate, just getting ready for the next round.” Didn’t quite know what to say, so I just stood there, fascinated as he dabbed on the brightest red, lips puckered like he was rehearsing for a stage show. The way he moved, the confidence in his eyes — it was magnetic, no two ways about it. I felt this odd buzz creeping up, heart beating a little faster, the kind of excitement that sneaks up when you least expect it, like the first sip of a cold beer on a scorching day.

 

We got chatting — his name was Mark but preferred Shirley, from somewhere up north, been coming to Pattaya for years, loving the freedom here, dressing how he wanted without a fuss. Said the toilets were the best place to sneak in some touch-ups away from prying eyes. I joked about the lipstick stain now blossoming on my shirt from when he’d accidentally brushed past me, and he just laughed, eyes twinkling.

 

That night, walking back through the sticky streets, I felt a little lighter, a bit more open, like Pattaya had thrown me one of its weird little curveballs again — and I wasn’t complaining one bit.

[JAG]

17 minutes ago, short-Timer said:

Why do you keep posting this rubbish? Did anyone request it? 

The best reaction to the OP, as with all his posts, is to take the piss. @richard_smith237 is rather accomplished at it!

[ElwoodP]

Bickering posts and flames removed.

[SAFETY FIRST]

10 hours ago, richard_smith237 said:

 

 

....here is 'your story'...  

 

 

Right, so there I was, wandering through one of them grimy Pattaya dive bars, you know the sort — sticky floors, neon lights flickering like they’re about to bugger off any minute. Nature called, and I made a beeline for the bogs, expecting the usual chaos of too many blokes, no paper, and that faint smell of regret. But as I pushed open the door to the gents, there was this fella in the corner, proper unusual sight — middle-aged, Western bloke, decked out in a floral skirt that swayed as he moved, sitting prim and proper in front of the cracked mirror, expertly applying lipstick with a steady hand.

 

He caught me peeking, gave me a cheeky grin, and said, “Don’t be shy, mate, just getting ready for the next round.” Didn’t quite know what to say, so I just stood there, fascinated as he dabbed on the brightest red, lips puckered like he was rehearsing for a stage show. The way he moved, the confidence in his eyes — it was magnetic, no two ways about it. I felt this odd buzz creeping up, heart beating a little faster, the kind of excitement that sneaks up when you least expect it, like the first sip of a cold beer on a scorching day.

 

We got chatting — his name was Mark but preferred Shirley, from somewhere up north, been coming to Pattaya for years, loving the freedom here, dressing how he wanted without a fuss. Said the toilets were the best place to sneak in some touch-ups away from prying eyes. I joked about the lipstick stain now blossoming on my shirt from when he’d accidentally brushed past me, and he just laughed, eyes twinkling.

 

That night, walking back through the sticky streets, I felt a little lighter, a bit more open, like Pattaya had thrown me one of its weird little curveballs again — and I wasn’t complaining one bit.

You read my comment recently. 😂

 

So sorry Richard if I offended you with my comment but I was offended seeing a 120kg guy dressed in a toutou, wearing a blonde wig and high heels putting on lipstick in a public bathroom.

If you like wearing woman's clothing it's up to you Richard but it's not bloody normal. 

 

I've got friends and colleagues who are gay, these guys are good people, I like their company but the guy in the Tukcom has mental health issues. 

 

Please Richard, tell me it wasn't you I saw that afternoon dressed in that Toutou, if it was you, get some help mate. 

 

BTW, all positive emoji's, not even a negative emoji from my many thumbs down emoji stalkers