BACK TO LOVE:
charlesh wrote:You need to be more specific HHS ! Love of what kind? I thought I fell in love (of a kind) every time I walked about the bar area in HH and then realised it was an illusion that was clouded by bon homie, self indulgence (like a boy in a cake shop no less) which could be readily realised by a full wallet. But boy can you have some fun.
Have to agree with you however that the LOS is indeed hypnotic to the senses.
Love of what kind, you ask. Love is individual and basede on each persons culture. In the case of love Thai and Western cultures are diametrically opposed.
I use a Beatles song to make my point: "Money can't buy me love." This is the cruz of the "problem." Western men want a woman to love them "for themselves. for who they are." "I don't care to much for money, money can't buy me love." In western culture it's mostly true, unless you're really, really rich. Young pretty western women won't give us a secong look. Not so Thai young women.
Lucky for most expats Thai version of the song is, "I don't care to much for how old you are, what you look like, if you got money you can have my love." That's how you explain pretty young Thai ladies with fat, old, ugly expats: money bought their love.
Some would ask, "is it true love?" I answer, what's true love? does it matter? each party gets what they want. Us old fart expats get what we want: sex and a partner who cooks, cleans, and takes care of us when we get sick. The lady gets security for herself, her children and parents, and a standard of living unreachable by 95% of Thai women.
I've heard old expats say "she only loves me for my money." I say how lucky you are cause there is little else about you that is loveable. Her "love" is probably the best value you ever got for your money.
What say you Charlesh?
HHS
The devil made me do it the first time.
The second time I did it on my own.
When I finally got to the land of milk and honey, the milkman shot me
Happy wife, Happy life!