I was home alone this weekend. I was a good boy. I did not go to naughty bars and I did not bring home questionable male company.
At a restaurant I often go to one of the waiters is gay. He is cute and likes to be admired. So when I went there on Saturday I admired him once again. I do anything to keep people happy.
Sunday I went to Pantip Plaza, the computer shopping mall here in Bangkok. Three teenage boys were crammed into a phone box on the pavement near the mall. One of them looked at me and smiled. A couple of seconds later he was behind me on the pavement, rubbing shoulders with me. Actually since he was shorter than me he rubbed his shoulders against my back. His friends called for him and he left, but only after posing a little and giving me another smile.
Inside the mall I saw one of the sales boys had dressed up in leather pants with matching shirt. He showed off by hovering his butt in my direction. As I walked by him I gave him a thumbs up for the outfit. He liked this and he knew exactly what I meant.
These small encounters were only some of the boys I ran into this weekend. The great thing about Thailand is that it never ends. There are boys everywhere, in the restaurants, on the street, on the Skytrain, in the malls. The small flirts gay boys and men exchange adds to the Thailand feel good atmosphere. All you need is a gaydar and a smile.