The Standard English joke about the perfect girlfriend is that her father owned a pub, she’s 3′4″ with a flat head so you can put your beer on her.
Simple needs, but in Thailand more than likely your girlfriend’s father is distilling moonshine lao khao or rice whiskey, she’s 5-3, and there is no way any Thai will let you mess with their head even if it’s flat.
I’ve had several Thai girlfriends.
Vee was one-eyed and beautiful in sunglasses. My friends thought she was money-hungry. They were right, but at least she bought me a cake for my birthday.
Mem won the 2001 worst girlfriend award in voting from a UN of Western and Thai men. Even her brother thought she was wicked to the core.
Twice burned I came up with a list for the perfect Thai girlfriend.
So what qualities make for the perfect Thai girlfriend?
I googled ‘perfect thai girlfriend’ and the search engine came up with over 870,000 results.
The late Mangosauce’s contribution was his reverse alchemy factor where a Thai girlfriend can turn gold into Khorat dust. Funny, but more a warning shot over the bow than a helpful hint as to what pluses might answer a farang’s fondest desires.
Thailovelinks.com offered contact with the perfect Thai girlfriend.
The girl on the home page seemed right for me, but she was nowhere to be found within their promo pages, plus my attraction was only physical. Being near-sighted I don’t need a beauty queen. Pretty yes, but I don’t want to fight duels over the perfect Thai girlfriend with every other farang on Walking Street.
The next website was asiastreetmeat.com.
No one is looking for girlfriends on this XXX offering.
Only girlfiends who serve their sordid yearnings well.
I’ve had several Thai girlfriends. Nice everyone of them, until they weren’t nice. I had my own list for the perfect Thai girlfriend.
No tattoos / Especially if it’s a heart with a name scratched out.
Minimal to zero English / Not long on the bar scene.
No cigarettes or drinking / nasty habits in a woman and especially English men cunts.
Dead Thai boyfriend / hopefully by a meteorite to the head so everyone would be scare shitless at the mention of his name.
No children / Mam and I have four. Pen Pen Fenway, Fluke, and Noi. Angie from Nu. I can deal with that number. Seven too. But I’m very happy with my two grandsons.
No internet skills / Dead give-away of a foreign boyfriend, who strangely shows up when you are leaving town. “Not worry, he only friend.”
No Gold necklaces / Another indication of sucker boyfriend, although we have to defer to Mangosauce’s theory of a Thai woman anti-Midas touch on how to turn 22K Gold into Khorat dust. elements.
Your first date should be a short-time from Soi 6 although no more is stronger than blinding passion than lust at first sight.
And penultimately of all no slash marks across the wrists / the warning sign of a true dangerous maniac. Also great sex.
Lastly she also has to be funny and loving.
Needless to say no such creature exists in Thailand or America or the rest of the world, because no one is perfect.
Charles de Talleyrand manipulated kings, emperors, and statesmen during the 18th Century. This eminence gris had been in love with the most beautiful and erudite woman of the Paris salons. The starlet ditched him for a captain in the Swiss Guards, who was supposedly gay. Being smart she needed a challenge. His marriage to the daughter of country gentry astounded his friends, until he confessed, “One must have loved a genius to appreciate the love of a fool.”
And I’m no different.
No matter what qualities I admire in a woman they will be never enough to satisfy my dreams, because as the the great philosopher MICK JAGGER said, “You can always get what you want, but if you try some time you might end up with what you need.”
Nowadays deviant Londoners would love to meet Mr. Jimmy, except the Chelsea Drugstore is a Mickey D. fast food chain instead of a nihilistic heroin connection featured in CLOCKWORK ORANGE.
Nothing is sacred anymore, except the profane.
Thankfully some wickedness exists, because sometimes you don’t need nothing if you’ve been to the Chelsea Hotel, where Sid Vicious the Sex Pistols bass player was found in bed with Nancy Spungen, his girlfriend. She had been stabbed dead. Room #100.
Sid and Nancy.
Now that’s perfect love.
Lak-sa-na-tee-dee.