Gay Boy Thailand

Today I went to a shopping mall in Thonburi. Thonburi is on the other side of the river and out of the downtown area of Bangkok where I live and spend most of my time. Traffic was light this Sunday afternoon, and I wanted to go to some other part of the city for a change while “Chalerm” was busy cooking at home.

I wonder if I will see any gay boys here, I thought. Now I was out of the Silom road gay zone and the moneyboy territory. But all of Bangkok is a gay zone, right?

I first saw a boy who sold clothes near the entrance. He was cute but I wasn’t sure if he was gay or not. Rule of thumb: If you are uncertain this means he is gay, or at least that he should be. I tried to watch his hand movements as he put the display in order. But Thais have feminine hand movements even if they are straight, and I could not tell for sure.

I bought socks. One can never have too many socks. I bought fruit too. One can never eat too much fruit.

Candidate 1 was pushing a chart downstairs in the Tops supermarket. He was in his late teens, tall and slim and had a pretty unisex face. He wore only a white t-shirt and white shorts. Candidate 1 pretended not to see me, but he must have been watching me in the reflections as he did pose and show off. I placed him as a ladyboy in waiting.
Was he available? Ask his mother. She came just as I wondered if I should say hello to the lad.

Candidate 2 was also with his mother. He saw me before I saw him and smiled brightly. This chap was in his late 30ies or perhaps he was 40. I watched him walk around with his mum in a most daughter-motherly way.
Was he available? Very.

Candidate 3 was in his early 20ies. He worked in the store, selling clothes. His clothes were colour matching and his hairstyle was fashionable. When he had no customers he went over to a small mirror to groom himself. He did this twice during the short time I was on his floor.
Available? He is the type who wants attention. You could end up on his list of celibate admirers.

Candidate 4 was standing browsing a magazine at the B2S store. He was a 20something and the best looking of them all. I liked the way he had loosened his tie to unbutton his shirt a bit. I could tell from his uniform that he was from an expensive university. This was an upper class kid. Candidate 4 looked up and his eyes had all the self-confidence of the rich and none of the innocence of the young. I wondered if I should speak to him but felt intimidated. His body language was not too inviting. He would have thought I tried to pick him up and probably brushed me off.
Available? My guess is he had a boyfriend already.

Candidate 5 was on the upper floor. He was in one of the photo booths, the place where people can have their picture taken and printed on the spot. I wasn’t sure if he worked there or was a customer. He was around 19-20 and wore jeans (tight) and a jeans jacket. This was the only candidate to speak to me, and I said hello as I walked past him. Available? I guess so. He certainly was friendly.

I spent half an hour in this shopping mall and I saw no other farangs there. Five gay boys spotted means one every six minutes. This had been a successful gaydar test.