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I have a sulking waiter in the restaurant in the soi. This is the one who works part time in a go-go bar and who for months has hinted he is available. He asks me if I want some “fun”. He also asks leading questions about where my boyfriend is and if I am home alone.

He only speaks to me when nobody else can hear him. Today there were few customers in the restaurant and he asked again, as he did yesterday. I am tired of it.

So this time I told him to stop asking.

The waiter looked surprised and hurt. But he had it coming. He must have asked twenty times by now. Saying “no” doesn’t help. I was never interested in him anyway. I have said hello to him in the soi when I have met him, but that was common courtesy and a bit of gay community spirit, not a plot to invite him home.

Predictably, the next time I met this waiter in the soi he did not say hello as he used to do. He turned his nose up and looked offended.