— And she’s not the only one…

This next post is a Thailand Confidential, and there will be a few more before this posting marathon is complete because I sold a lifetime membership under the condition that I would give the gory details concerning the ex…Yui. And if that’s not confidential, then nothing’s confidential.

But let’s start with some of the positive. Most essentially is that I’ve decided that in terms of the sex life that Pattaya is dripping with everywhere 24/7, I’m simply going to participate, and I ain’t gonna lie about it to anyone. For example, I got a query last night from Na (my sex boss) and here’s how I fielded that.

“GoGo” is my gal Sumitra. At 32, she’s slightly more than half my age, hence the post title.

2 things:

1. After 2 months in, I’ve found her to be totally genuine. Not a single lie detected and in “Lieland,” that’s saying a LOT.
2. She’s 170cm tall (5’7″) which is crazy outlier for Thai women. She very rarely encounters a female taller than her, and she’s taller than the average Thai man. The father of her 5-year-old boy and all other Thai boyfriends were shorter than her. Side-by-side, she comes to the top of my ear. In heels, we’re eye-to-eye. Mind-bending.

Last night during her exclusive time with me, she asked if I would take her to the seafood buffet over near the Soi Buakhao area. 499 baht ($14) for all-you-can eat fresh, even right out of the tank. Grill it yourself. Smokin’ deal.

We were joined by my new American expat friend, Doug, a retired US Army warrant officer, Black Hawk pilot, and flight instructor. Doug is a 15-year reader and paid member of the blog who recently spotted me in Pattaya and introduced himself.

Former US Military Officers always get along (unless they’re of the new woke cross-dressing rainbow coalition).

Later, he remarked to me how genuinely Sumitra impressed him. He couldn’t get over the story of her 125cc motorbike trek from Chian Rai in the way north to Pattaya with her son. 1000Km (620 miles).

The only “drawback” with this relationship is that when it’s her night, she only comes to my place after her son is asleep at her super-hot neighbor friend’s house (married to an upstanding, 60-year-old lean and fit American twice her age) and then leaves by 05.00 to be there when he awakes—to prepare his breakfast and take him to school.

Most of the girls have their 1 or 2 kids being raised by a family member back at the rural homestead. She refuses to do that. A few days ago, she stayed away for 2 nights in a row because the little guy was sick, high fever, and she comforted him all night long.

“He’ll remember,” I told her. He’s named Fax. Cool, huh?

… While I’ve got your attention, dudes—especially you Westerners—when are you going to take full control of your relationship and sex life, and stop complaining about the horrendous state of the Western female?

Sure, there are outstanding ones out there. 99% taken, I’ll bet—unless you can get them young, as I do…but then you run up against those Western, Judeo-Christian hang-ups about age disparity that simply do not exist here (you see 20-somethings with 50 and 60-something dudes All. Day. Long).

If you’re so situated, I can help now. Or, it’s something you can consider and pencil it in for the near future.

Free information:

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… The other story is Na, who I call “#1,” “not-my-girlfriend-yet,” and “sex boss,” which I’ll explain in a blog post soon. The score is their tally of “little deaths,” yesterday. First the threesome, then Sumitra a couple of hours later.

Na, believe it or not, is clocking in at 42 years of age. That shatters my rule. Her compatriot, Far, also hits that 42 mark and boasts a physique that rocks tightly. Furthermore, she’s the catalyst behind those threesomes, holding whatever title would be applicable for such things.

Another punchline is that when the gig with Yui was finally definitively done and I began to venture out, I first reached out to Suree, bartender over at Kit Kat and friend for three years, saying simply, “it has been a long time. Come over to play tonight?”

We had a good time, I made her breakfast in the morning. We spoke of how everybody does all this stuff regularly, but everybody lies about it—at least depending upon whether and from or to whom they’re hiding their shame or shamelessly bragging. I came to realize that in the scheme of things, it’s not really the sexual acts that are the issue but the lying and shame, and what’s that about?

And even if you know and understand what that’s about, then it raises the question of cui bono? I’ll save that one for another time.

Why reveal all this?

Because I’m a writer and a writer who isn’t writing about what’s dominating his conscience isn’t worth a shit, because whatever that stuff is, that’s where the best writing is coming from. I guess there’s some dispensation in that. Standup comedian would be another.

And there’s this…

I’m 63 in 6 weeks, and 16 months ago I ended a decades-long phase of downing a 5th of whiskey every damn day.

I found better things to do, obviously. A lot better…including the gym, and eating like an adult.

An active sex life doesn’t strike you as a natural progression? And if I don’t write about that to encourage others, who will?

I crush all of your excuses.