Gay Boy Thailand

It was just a phase

I moved to Bangkok because of the community spirit here. In this city people know their neighbours, everyone says hello to everyone else, and people care. It is much better than in the socially cold, distant Farangland where everyone keep to themselves.

Who am I kidding? I don’t know my neighbours in The Mansion and they don’t care. I see less of them than I saw my neighbours in Farangland, who actually stopped to chat now and then.

When Chalerm and I moved in our next-door neighbour was a Japanese salaryman. For a long time I didn’t know who he was. But he came out of the lift with golf clubs one Saturday afternoon, and I realised the tiny skinny chain-smoking man with eyeglasses was our neighbour. When I ran into him later I practiced the Japanese I-don’t-see-you technique, which is highly efficient in lifts and corridors. He did the same.

Chalerm chocked me once by visiting the Japanese salaryman. Chalerm could not find the cable TV magazine and he went over to the Japanese guy to borrow his copy. According to Chalerm he was well received and the Japanese man gave Chalerm the magazine, saying he didn’t need to return it.

Now the salaryman has gone back to Japan. His last act was to crash his company car, a nice new model that he used to drive to his office and back. I don’t know if his recall to Japan and the car crash were related.

Our new neighbour is a farang. I haven’t seen him yet, but Chalerm has spoken to him. It is a straight guy with a Thai girl.

I already had to complain to the reception about them. They put bags with trash in the corridor. It smelled terrible. When I complained a maid came and removed it. Then our neighbours began to put their stinky trash in the lobby area instead.

Who else lives here? I don’t know. Once the fire alarm went off and a number of us gathered in the parking lot I saw only unknown faces. Where did all these Japanese girls come from? I never saw them outside.

We have lived here for 18 months now and I almost feel there is something wrong with us. We are already veterans and the 2nd longest staying people in The Mansion. The longest staying is Farang S, who we do socialise with, but I had known him and his Thai bf for ten years before we happened to live in the same building. Chalerm has known them for nearly five years. So they don’t count.

I miss the salaryman, even if he complained in writing about how noisy we were. Noisy? Us? I wonder if it was my Lord of The Rings triology on DVD with Dolby Surround he resented. But that was just a phase.

Yesterday I bought Little Britain season one on DVD. I hope nobody will protest about that.