Gay Boy Thailand

Christmas in Bangkok

Number One the unemployed boy called and wanted to meet me. I was in a shopping centre buying Christmas gifts and a tree. I told him he could come and help me.

Number One showed up and did Sherpa duty in two shopping centres without complaining. But first I gave him a thousand baht. This was to establish the rules – the bank note was what he was getting and nothing more.

Chalerm called me on the phone while I was with Number One and said he had changed his mind. He would go to Anyburi right away, on Christmas Eve. I had to stop whatever I was doing and come home (and unsaid, give him money for the trip).
- But I am buying Christmas gifts and a tree, I said.
- Up to you, said Chalerm.
- Do you want Christmas or not?
- Is not my festival.

I was annoyed. Chalerm might not know that changing plans on Christmas Eve is a gross breach of etiquette for a Westerner. But he was about to find out.

A little devil whispered in my ear: Now that you have Number One following you around you might as well accept his wish and take him home. I took Number One home. He wanted to see additional photos I had taken of him the year before.

Chalerm was grumpy but wai’ed the guest. Then Chalerm disappeared to the bedroom and Number One and I decorated the Christmas tree. Number One was good at it despite this being his first time.
Then Number One and I looked at his photos on the computer.

Chalerm came back and I asked him when he was going to Anyburi. Suddenly Chalerm was not so eager to go. Suddenly he had plans for a special evening with me instead.

Chalerm asked where I knew Number One from and repeated “Pattaya?” in a dismissive tone. Number One said nothing.

Number One had a proposal for me. How about if I put a thousand baht in his bank account every week? I regret to say that made me laugh.

Number One went home in a taxi while the Queen of Si Saket arrived. I think we are supposed to go out to eat.