A panorama of unique memories

by Suzy Size

You won’t believe this one: One night-it was during the past rainy season-I was sitting as usual in Boyztown watching all that rain come down. I had a first row seat at Panorama and was rather bored desultorily sipping a Heineken. Not far from me there was a gorgeous young blond also counting all those rain drops falling in the soi. Soi watching is the main attraction of Panorama but that night the nearly deserted soi offered little to the jaded eye. Suddenly I realized that blond was watching me out of the corner of his eyes, quite intently. Normally I am not interested in Farangs, why should I live in Thailand otherwise? But that guy really had the looks. Like a younger brother of Brad Pitt. Not as muscular, of course, more angelic and with long blond hair. A dream come true.

I tried not to pay too much attention to the beauty at the other table. Too many cock teasers around all over the world I have found. No, I do not need another disappointment, I do not like this kind of game. It is just silly. Why should such a good looking guy be interested in an old tart like moi? Now he was even grinning directly at me. I turned around, nobody sitting behind me. He really tried to play his vicious hoax on me. Come on, Baby, get lost! I was smiling back.

He pointed to the empty chair besides him. No, I am not making such a fool out of myself. What will the waiters think? And my friends amongst the beach boys? After all I still have a little bit of reputation left to loose, not much though, I agree. I pointed at the empty chair besides me. He readily moved over, just like in the movies: A charming Californian guy, hot, and maybe slightly interested in me. We conversed for quite a while. I told him about my Thai boy friend, this and that and even the other. Listened,to what he had to say. And as I was about to leave he said: “Could you not introduce me to somebody as good looking as you?”

Even though, I was flabbergasted, I had no intentions in that direction at all. We left together, had a one night stand and I have never seen him since. Memories are made of this.

Now, during the high season, it is not always easy to find a front row seat at Panorama. There are definite reasons why this is a popular hang out. The music is never too loud and it is possible to talk without yelling while missing half the points your friends make. And, for those who like to win, in the Saturday raffle good prizes are given away by the generous owners of the oldest gay Pub in Pattaya.

The Panorama is heaven for any voyeur. And who is without that gentle vice? I see the beach boys enter the stage in the rear, playing darts as a pastime. Now, clothes partly conceal what they displayed at the beach. You can fantasize about the goodies they hide again. They get dressed in order to get undressed by me or other connoisseurs. Strange. Such is life. The former Security Chief of the Queen (from England, of course, dummy!) seems to be back in town as well, having a good time at Panorama. Out in the soi I see that a little (?) occasional friend of mine, Big Mac, as he calls himself, is obviously back in Boyztown. Where might he have been all these months? I have interesting memories of him. Over there, in the corner, in front of Amor, is the loan shark of the soi. He charges exorbitant fees to the boys he entrusts with credit. Then there is this beautiful Russian back again, a bit too slim this time but still with his intriguing smile. Other foreign and mainly local food for thought and memories walk by. Time for a joke: I am on a diet. I only eat Seafood. Which means, I eat all the food I see. Well, it doesn’t get much worse than that!

A derogatory word on the other guests: Some are really, really ugly and fat. And this is a free and handy consolation for moi. As long as you can find one guy uglier than yourself, feel happy and rejoice! Some are really old and might have been better off if they had died some years ago. Of course, I am definitely not talking about myself! Some are really loud-why can’t they talk at a normal, conversational sound level? - you get to hear some personal details that you really would not care to hear. And some are always pissed, always. I have to count my drinks carefully, nowadays, the liver, you know . . .

And now we get into dangerous territory. Enters Wood, from Bangkok. Without his farang boyfriend, who is apparently away overseas. Wood, oh gorgeous Wood. Can I resist the temptation this time? Is it ethical or fair to take advantage of the absence of that farang lover? I know him slightly, after all. Well, he is quite a close friend, or was at least. Wasn’t he? Wood, oh gorgeous Wood. How will another fascinating night at Panorama end this time?

The article from Thai Guys Magazine