Let’s go on a stereotyping rampage. If you had the choice to pick an ethnicity for your personal Asian encounter, which one would you go for?

• Japanese? Humble and caring, but at times a bit naive in regards to their surroundings occurrences.
• Chinese? More oriented towards their fellow natives, playing hard to get and at times can be a bit arrogant.
• Or Thai? Flirtatious and outgoing, good at adapting to situations…

…and in fact, a bit crazy, if not even a little bonkers. Read on and decide for yourself.

The following onslaught of a story is clearly one to be filed in the category of ‘messed up’ and reaching its climax towards the end with quite an extraordinary email. That made us think, this bird is insane. Our stereotypical expressionism therefore wants us to question the standing of Thai girls’ state of sanity for that matter. In other words, some of us would not trust a Thai girl even if our lifes depended on it.

Encounter with an insane Thai hottie

– by Frank W.

The Thai girl who this article is dedicated to was and probably still is as sizzling hot as she was hard work to break through to. In fact, it’s the closest I got to a Thai girl – in a genuine way that is, but let’s cut to the chase.

The Rise

We’re going all the way back to early 2004. At the time she was working in some Bistro and no mucking about, from a conversational point of view we hit it off rather well. I can guarantee, there was none of the ‘am going ape over Asian girls like you’ behaviour – at least not openly.

“She let me off not having
to pay for my boozy bill”

Keeping in mind that she knew I was just visiting for a few days, I must have made enough of an impression though. She let me off not having to pay for my boozy bill; an afternoon that had me in a quality mellow state. Only once, during that trip to Germany, did I manage to charm my way into her flat and in addition, met another Thai friend of hers. She seemed well decent, but would also turn out to be somewhat nuts! More on that in another article. I didn’t manage to slip in an all nighter though, but clearly being a newbie to the whole Thai thing, I had seen plenty of a good time to be strangely satisfied with it. This still meant no action on the front-line, if anyone wondered.

I managed to keep her warm for the next few weeks and it was all safe camp with no sign of anything raunchy sparking off this. Then, just about a month on, she would come by for a quick visit. In those days my tactics in the field of Asian Warfare were still quite amateur and did I have any idea of the complexities of Thai girls? Nevertheless, the forecast looked positive and that evening I was expecting the big catch. So we met up and unexpectedly two of her Thai girl friends were tagging along. “What the…? Company…?”, I was grumbling to myself, but went along with the initial plan. I’d say that all along I played my cards pretty well, but needless to say, once more nothing happened and the encounter ended with a rather average aftertaste. Fair enough, who’d expect a bird to come over just to get done by a dude who got away without paying for a boozy afternoon session?

The Peak

“Getting a little entertainment over
a few drinks, gazing at a hot Thai chick
will do me just fine!”

Time passed by and it took as ‘little’ as until late 2005 when I managed to get back to Germany again, then thinking that while am around, I might as well pay her a visit. This time though, I aimed at taking the whole thing really easy. Getting a little entertainment over a few drinks, gazing at a hot Thai chick will do me just fine! Some might argue that this is exactly the thing many would despise – doing the whole chit chat with a girl over nothing, especially when she happens to be a ridiculously hot Thai bird and no conversion in sight. Little did I suspect that time was ripe, so most nights I would actually end up staying round hers?

Those days saw me having a blast of a good time and include a legendary night of drunken proportions. By the end I had cold sweats haunting me and the eventual support of two Thai girls’ shoulders was required in order to make it back to one of their flats. From receiving help with undressing to puking up in a handy bucket, the embarrassing outing was topped waking up to the garbles of a 3 year old kid. For split seconds it had me thinking ‘where the fuck am I’ before realisation and a raging hangover kicked in. But hey, all good…

The Downfall

One year on it was time to get prepared for yet another rendezvous and right so – contact was good and that right up to the day of my departure. Her saying that I could visit anytime was suddenly flawed by her not being in touch after all. What to think of this? Assuming she may be engaging in some other business on the side, I succumbed to a few stalky moves in order to find out what was going on. Adding a ridiculous detail to this, I would try to catch her out by resolving to the evil of girly tactics. Once I pulled off the dirty trick of calling with a different number and hey, I got a result. The call was picked up even though noone spoke. As soon as I made a go at it, ‘she’ hung up. In fact she would mention before, that she never usually answers to an unknown number, frankly due to admirers in the shape of weirdos. By then I had turned into a weirdo myself, not an admiring one.

Right, this had to be the final straw. But here and there I couldn’t help myself, but send the odd ‘safe message’ such as Xmas greetings – with no response. It was turning into some sort of unfinished business.

Insanity strikes

“She ain’t dumb,
but hell she’s got some nerve”

Years would go by and the story had already turned into an old anecdote. Then in early 2009 and out of nowhere, she resurfaced by giving me a call. Let’s not forget, that is at least three years on from our last encounter. Sure thing, this kind of thing happens, but when confronted in regards to my messages dating back 2 years, she’d blame a mixture of issues with her mail account, that her phone had been off and so forth. Believe me people, she ain’t dumb, but hell she’s got some nerve. I took it with a portion of humour. Interestingly enough, by then her ‘current location’ was Barcelona.

As random as this story, about 2-3 months later she went off the rails completely… or, yet again? After sporadically having been in touch a third time round, throwing about false promises of linking up, I received the following email, also addressed to various other contacts in addition to 50 photos. A few of them dating back to the time when we’ve been hitting it off, niiiice. In all of them it shows our Thai staress and ‘one’ of her long-term flings. Brace yourselves, this is good stuff…

to every body

my name is miss ‘Thai bird’ ,ninck name(‘Nickname’), (‘Nickname’), (‘Nickname’), today i am in samui island (thailand) with french guy his name ‘French dude’, he is a football player in paris.

i fly to samui for fucking with this guy i enjoy to much.but ; i don’t know why my boy friend (the man in the picture) know that and he fly to here and see me sleeping with ‘French dude’ (french guy). my boy friend very angry me BUT i don’t care ; i still want continue fucking with ‘French dude’ because the french guy (‘French dude’) has a big cock ;HA HA HA ;

my boy friend fly back to bangkok and very angry to me but i still live in samui with ‘FRENCH DUDE’ FOR HAVE SEX TOGETHER .


I HAVE ANOTHER BOY FRIEND IN GERMANY HIS NAME ‘GERMAN DUDE’ I LIKE HIM BECAUSE HE PAY EVERY THING FOR ME BUT FUCKING NOT GOOD;


I HAVE THAI BOY FRIEND HE IS A PILOT FUCKING OK. BUT I WANT MORE MORE MORE……


I LOVE FUCKING SO MUCH ….. HA HA HA ……..


I WILL FLY BACK TO BANGKOK ON 20 JUNE AND BACK TOO GERMANY NEXT MONTH …


I COME HERE TO THAILAND FOR STUDY THAI MASSAGE BUT NOT FINISH THE COURSE YET ; I WANT FUCKING WITH THE FRENCH GUY FIRST ..


THANK YOU EVERY ONE


IF YOU WANT CALL ME IN THAILAND CALL+66 00 0000000


‘Nickname’ ;‘Nickname’

In all fairness, names have been changed for the sake of basic privacy. Anyone wondered, if I had been mentioned in the mail, then am lucky enough to say no. Unless of course, I were the ‘French dude’, maybe…

At first sight you got to admit, this is classic, but I’d definitely end up questioning her sanity. Of course, one would wonder: Was this a spam incident, was it the ‘angry dude in the numerous photos’ who hacked her mail account? Well, possibly, but I am not kidding when I say that I can confirm the majority of the details in the mail. She did mention a French dude she spent Christmas with before we met. A German dude has been ghosting about in some conversation of ours and last but not least, the ex (or not, whatever) being a pilot rings a bell too.

It seems too sophisticated for a spam mail OR the ex had his hands right in the dirty laundry at the source of information. Just leaves me to say, she was good when we were good, but damn must she be a little demented too – or is it just being Thai? If I shall receive another call in 5 years time, I’ll try figuring it out and arrange for a reunion date. That’d be interesting…