177. Larson at Bjorn’s place 2
- My compliments to the chef, said Larson.
- Thank you, said Geng and smiled.
- This is the best chicken in sweet and sour sauce I have had in my life, said Larson. - Excellent choice of wine too.
- He is good at it, said Bjorn.
- I will help you clean up, said Larson and rose from the chair.
- No need, said Geng. - You guest. I do for you.
- That’s very kind, said Larson.
Geng remained in the kitchen to do the dishes while Larson and Bjorn went back to the living room. Bjorn put white wine on the table.
- You are spoiling me, said Larson.
- Not at all, said Bjorn. - I have been worried about you. I was wondering if Thailand was too much for you.
- What? I am fine. What is there to worry about?
- It is normal for a first timer in Thailand to go head over heels.
- I am not doing too badly, then.
- It could be worse. Some lose everything they have on some crazy love affair.
- Straight men are worse than we are.
- That could be. They build houses for their bargirls in some Isaan village, and then there are the children that inevitably pop up, trapping the husband.
- There are some advantages to homosexuality, said Larson. - No matter how hard I try with Lek none of us are getting pregnant.
- It is easier for us, said Bjorn. - But there is still the romantic aspect. Many gay men are suckers for love.
- I am not, said Larson.
- You were in deep over me, said Bjorn.
- I don’t recall that?
- You certainly were. Maybe it is a long time ago, but I remember it clearly.
- I seem to remember that you were crazy about me.
- You were the one who tried to jump in the river when I wanted to break up with you.
- No, Bjorn. You got that wrong. You were hysterical at the time. You were in tears, shouting that you would never forget me.
- That doesn’t sound like something I would say.
- I was your first and biggest love.
- Hmm… Certainly the first.
- And the best. Right?
- I don’t want to compare. It would be like mango and durian.
- Ha ha ha! I understand you like this boy you have now. But he can’t compete with me. Just say it.
- Well… I don’t know… I don’t want to…. Larson, what are you doing?
- I still got it!
- No, no…
- Yes!
- Don’t do this.
- Why not? Are you embarrassed?
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