Type 3 – Instant Love, The Girlfriend Experience, or 01 800 BABE
Continued from Day 13 / January 6, 2011
Anywhere in the modern world the yellow pages are filled with escort services offering any sexual fantasy you can think of – and many more neither you or I had any idea existed. There is probably nowhere that has a more available selection of professional working girls than Las Vegas. Just walk down the aisles of table games and slot machines at Bellagio or Wynn on an early Saturday morning around 2:00 am. See for yourself, it’s downtown Babylon on steroids.
Prostitution in the Far East is much different. Much of this has to do with the fact that it is not illegal – that is not to say it is legal, but exists somewhere in the cosmic gray realm between the two. It also exists in a primarily Buddhist country, Buddhists for the most part are non-judgmental, so there is no degrading of status or negative Karma attached to either the prostitute or the client. An important factor to consider is the deeply inbreeded sense of loyalty that oriental women seem to acquire at birth. I’m not saying they are necessarily loyal to their mate or to any man in general, but they are loyal to the oral business agreement. An arrangement confirmed between two consenting adults is like a contract in blood. Saving face is the most important social custom in the Far East, and breaking a business deal for any reason will cause one to lose face.
I was lucky enough to experience a very positive relationship with a Chinese whore while on R & R from Vietnam in 1967. Maybe it is from this experience that I have a level of respect and a different view of the workingwoman in this hemisphere. They are not crack addicts or outcasts of society but intelligent, beautiful, bi-lingual, young enterprising women of refined taste. That was my memory from days of old, and enticed me with enough stimuli to become a willing voyeur and amateur travel writer ready to explore the violet shades of pulsating neon one last time.
Many things have changed over the years and remember that Chiang Mai was never the sexual recreation center that existed in Hong Kong or Bangkok. Today, the red light district is isolated to a few squatty bars along Th Ratwithi that maintain purple twinkling lights and bar girls. The bar girls are way past the girl age, and they wear nametags with snappy abbreviations like Tip, Happy, Lov, VO, and Wanna. They work for the bar and though they will chat up a storm with anyone willing to buy them a drink they won’t leave the bar. At least I didn’t think so. I was so turned off by this plastic post Vietnam 1960’s atmosphere that I didn’t last but ten minutes. A Tuk-Tuk driver brought me to the last remaining waterhole still standing in Chiang Mai that offered, live in the flesh prostitutes. Rumor has it will be torn down soon; the current name is the Spotlight Bar. Women here can be purchased for company or sex or about anything else you can imagine for 1,500 baht. That buys a long time, somewhere between four and eight hours. If they are working, the Spotlight seconds, as a go-go bar and a bar fine must be paid of 600 baht. Once again, either I have changed or Thailand has, because if the girls standing outside were any example of what could be found inside, there was no need to do anything but drive by. This icon from the past should go the route of the bulldozer and the sooner the better. It will no doubt be replaced with a Starbucks or the latest trendy little Hawaiian-style hamburger joint smartly decorated with pretty waitresses all wearing short vinyl mini-skirts.
Ali says the difference between here and the states is that the bar girls or pros have learned that the white male does not want sex at all – what they really seek is love. So for the right price, bargaining is considered an art form in Thailand, any one of these ladies will offer eight loving hours of the girlfriend experience that includes everything from falling in love on the one night stand to a convincing break-up because you said something wrong the next day. Something you had no idea you ever said or suggested. Fear not young traveler-- she may have a sister near by and your luck could take a turn for the better – on another night.
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