After having finally another undisturbed night (amazing how soon one can forget that) I was ready the next morning to pick my Aussie from the airport. He really was coming back for me (or as one of my friends later said who wouldn’t come to good sex and no strings attached) and planned on staying with me all the way to end of my or respectively his trip.
I had arranged for a cab to take me to the airport and since Koh Samui is such a small place we were in and out in under 5 minutes. Aussie was already waiting for me and while I still looked up on the screen he came over and whispered in my ear if the plane had already arrived. I never even recognized him with his cowboy hat on. He looked amazingly like a douche. Never mind, once in the thralls of love you don’t question your chosen one anymore.
We made it back to the bungalow without embarrassing ourselves in the car (the Thai might be used to tourists but still expect you to behave) but then went right back to bed. House cleaning knocked about three times on the door until we eventually left the bungalow for the beach. The rest of the day was spent with sleeping on the beach by Aussie and reading by me.
Before heading out for dinner we tested the new bed sheets and then I had a lovely meal not far from the hotel. Aussie meanwhile went to a pharmacy. He seemed to have caught a stomach bug and felt queasy. So not romantic at all this time since I had to eat alone. That didn’t diminish my appetite though. After traveling for three months I was used to eating alone and had paid my dues in stomach problems. The cure to all that is alcohol.
So before heading home we stopped at a bar near our place which we had already frequented on our second night together. There we were greeted like long-lost friends and the girls behind the bar looked happy for me when I showed up with Aussie again (the evening before I came alone). Gin Tonic always works like a charm and when we cam back to the bungalow Aussie was up for another tumble between the sheets.
He fell asleep like a stone right after, but I lay awake as usual. But I was happy, so happy to be next to my hunky Aussie. He was holding me tight and if I moved around he would just follow me. So lovely!
Leaving my mobile in the bungalow while going to the beach was the best idea ever. It gave me time to relax and catch up on some much-needed sleep after two almost sleepless nights. When I arrived back in my room in the early evening I had two messages. The first one said that Aussie had safely arrived in Bangkok and was waiting for his connection and the second one was from 10 minutes earlier in which he told me that “he had made a mistake and that he should have stayed with me”.
Wow, I didn’t see that coming. And now, here we go with my usual pattern of not playing by the rules. Because I had nothing better to do than to answer right away, telling him that I would have liked to get to know him better. Which was a kind of an okay answer, but still. I should have just gone for dinner and a massage and should have kept him waiting. But no, Miss ÜberNice has to answer right away. I really don’t get myself. Aussie left me hanging here and still I answer him. And I do it right away!!! Just because he texted something that I wanted to hear. Urgh!!!
And then he said that if I was still up for it he would stay in Chiang Mai for just a day and then come back to Koh Samui. At least here I had the dignity to tell him (although again right away) that I was still up for it but I heard it all before and that he should get the ticket first and then let me know. Yeah, finally a decent answer to his lousy behavior.
The evening was then spent with a couple of more texts and pictures and me telling him at 9:30 that I was going to bed since I had not slept enough with him around. When I woke around midnight I was in pain.
Since I knew the signs I figured I had a UTI. Great, exactly what I needed when I was all alone in a strange country. At least I knew what to do. After another 30 minutes of hoping that my cranberry pills would help I eventually settled on a text to Aussie (no point of not sharing since it was his fault anyway; ok maybe mine too since we were both participating) and on leaving the bungalow. The pain had increased exponentially and the point of self-medication had passed. It was time to look for professional help.
Under the circumstances I was really lucky because after not even 10 minutes of walking on the road I found a taxi at 1:30 in the morning. I asked for either a pharmacy or a hospital but after two closed pharmacies I decided I had no more time to waste.
The hospital visit then was compared to getting there uneventful and except for the embarrassing moment when the doctor asked about how I had gotten the UTI it was pretty straight forward. Not even 30 minutes later did I leave the hospital with antibiotics in hands and in tow of the taxi driver. Soon I was back at the bungalow where I had to wait another half an hour until I could finally go back to bed without too much pain.
The next day then was spent mostly in bed and on the beach. There was really no reason to go anywhere, I just needed to catch up on sleep. So when I got a text in the late afternoon that Aussie had booked his ticket I was elated but still weak. Never mind, he was taking the morning flight to come back to me.
Good morning, good morning, I could have hugged the whole world after this glorious night! What more did I want after three months of traveling alone to meet a really great guy and have the perfect night with him? There was no need for anything else, I had gotten more than I expected (way more in all ways!) and was super pleased with myself.
When Aussie left my bed after one more adulation of my body he asked me if I wanted to go jet-skiing in the afternoon. Sure, I was all for it, knowing I would never hear from him again. Because isn’t Tinder just an instrument to hook up and have sex? That’s what I have heard at least. Because I had never done it with anyone else from tinder, most guys I had met were douches and the ones who weren’t just didn’t tickle my fancy. So I said sure, let’s do that. We even exchanged numbers to get off from Tinder and talk via What’s App and then Aussie left.
It was glorious to have my bed all to myself and to finally get some sleep. I felt used in the perfect way and my body hurt just in the right places. What an awesome feeling especially since I hadn’t done it in ages. Now I knew again what all the hype was about and I couldn’t believe myself that I had passed on these tinglings for ages. Not again I promised myself. I would get right back to it once I was home.
Meanwhile here in Thailand I would just relax and take whatever comes my way. For the moment that meant just my bed, catching up on sleep and then later going for breakfast. That is what vacation is all about.
This afternoon I will be leaving for the mountains to see K. I still don’t know if this a brilliant or the worst idea I ever had.
K by the way sent a text last Thursday (which I read Friday morning) telling me that he was thinking about me. Already this happening made me realize how different our affair is this time to whatever we had four years ago. Then a text with a wording like this would never have happened. Now to make matters worse (or even better depending on how you look at it) I got an email from him that same Friday in which he explained in detail how much time he has, how he wants to spoil me and despoil me (that in not so graphic detail but leaving room for thought) and how I can spend my time while he works. And to make matters totally complicated and bring my feelings into a complete turmoil, he called Sunday night! I saw his missed call shortly before I went to my gym class and then later tried to call him back. But all the while during the class I thought about what he wanted, imagining all kinds of scenarios like him cancelling etc. And you know what he wanted when he called back? He just wanted to know how I was doing…
I cannot believe this is happening. Everything is different and he is just a lot nicer than I am used to. So I will try to relax and have no expectations. Still don’t know how to do this but will do my best this weekend. Also packed two books, just in case.
I have as well some online dating news. I am now in touch with F. He is not my usual kind of guy, he is a lot smaller than I like them and also a bit older than me. But he also still has a full set of hair (at least on his picture), and everything else about him just fits with what I want in a man. On the phone he is funny, attentive and has the right kind of accent.
Regarding accent: Do you have that in English too? That when you listen to someone’s voice you know exactly where he is coming from? What kind of background, education and ‘class’ he is coming from? And quite often when I talk to someone, it ends right there on the phone because I just know that we don’t match. OMG, I am really superficial…
Anyway, let’s get back to F. He already asked me out on our first phone call. He wants to go for dinner at a nice place. Let’s see what he means by that. We had already agreed on day, but I told him I would love to talk to him before that because it’s only next Wednesday and it’s always kind of weird when you have a date in 10 days and then don’t talk to the other person again. Since he had to travel outside of the country and I am going skiing this weekend, we agreed on next week. He really sent another email, asking me when I would be home to talk to him and then on Wednesday this week he called and we talked for about 2 hours. Not too bad.
I am starting now to get a bit nervous about my weekend with K (am leaving in less than 5 hours). Will keep you posted about everything.
Quick update on the date I had on Saturday. We were supposed to meet at 5:30 in the afternoon in front of an ice cream parlour. Around 5:10 I get a text from R. that he just wants to let me know that he is wearing red pants, a grey shirt, and a grey jacket and where he sits. So I rush to the meeting point and see him standing in front of the bank and right away he is a disappointment.
I think on his profile he said that he looked regular, but regular my a**. More like chunky on the verge of fat. So skinny red pants really don’t go with this. And then he smiles at me and all is lost. Worst teeth ever. Maybe it is just me, but I am obsessed with nice teeth. They are like your calling card. If you don’t take care of them who cares what the rest looks like.
We went for ice cream or better I went because he has an intolerance to milk products and more. I honestly thought that his doctor made a good call. He probably wanted him to lose weight and since he had no allergies, he just gave him a couple of intolerance food groups (like all kinds of wheat, corn, yeast, milk products from all animals). And guess what, he proudly told me that he had already lost a dress size. So I was right. It’s good for him but doesn’t change the fact that he forgot to check the ‘couple of kilo too many’ box.
We walked a bit around the city, then had 2 drinks each and then left it at. He paid which I found generous, because he must have felt as well that we will not see each other again. I think the worst for me was, besides the teeth, his effeminate behavior. The laugh, the gestures, the voice.
I know I am picky but I can’t help myself. There has to be some kind of spark, chemistry or whatever you want to call it.