In a cautionary, age old Thailand tale, one known by many jaded and broken hearted men in Thailand.

It was early Summer, 2014, almost two years ago. Her name was Ann. I fell madly in love with this girl.

Each second apart from her felt like months. We were inseparable. We spent every waking hour together: swimming, dancing, shopping, biking, exercising, traveling, fine dining, everything.

Our love (seemingly) grew, second by second, hour by hour, month by month. I was completely convinced that I had finally located my soul mate. The woman of my dreams. The one, Mike explained. November arrived, as had a new motorbike for Ann, jewelry, perfumes, spa visits and a treasure trove of sexy clothing. However, with November came a change in the direction of the winds. The couple decided that it was best for Mike to move to Seoul, Korea for work.

Looking back, I recall being reluctant to make this move, but Ann was adamant of its merit for our future life together, he explained. The plan was that I would work in Korea and send money to my personal account at the Siam Bank. I began by sending around 60,000 baht per month. Ann would access the funds through a debit card. She convinced me that it would be better for her to save our money. The reason for this escapes me now. I was so madly in love with this girl, I rarely paused to question 'why'.

Each and every day Ann sent me two, three, sometimes four messages exhorting her passion for me, her undying love for me. She talked of marriage, having my baby, and an immeasurable love for me, life was indeed grand. At least once a month I would traverse the streets of Seoul shopping for sexy underwear, fine jewelry, candy, shoes, exercise garments, plush toys and all manner of other goodies to send to Ann by courier.

I cut out hundreds of little red paper hearts, writing Mike loves Ann and Ann loves Mike on each and every one. Though rarely getting to visit Ann, Mike began to notice a number of incongruities when he did make it back to Thailand, the type of evidence that should have served as more than just red warning flags. Mike listed just a handful of the warning signs: While making her bed one morning, a box of condoms fell onto the floor, not mine; answering the phone, a strange man's voice, and then a hang up; strange conversations emanating from a locked toilet; long disappearances during the day and at night.

Frantically trying to hold onto Ann, while thousands of miles away in Korea, I began to increase the amount of money I sent. I began to send her 104,000 baht, and two boxes of goodies per month. Then in August this year Mike asked Ann to marry him. She accepted immediately saying I'm the luckiest girl in Thailand!

Mike, now 58 years old, was elated. Returning to Korea, I booked myself into a tiny little room, with a tiny little bed, barely big enough for me to stretch my arms, no window, no air conditioning, and no heat.

I began to work seven days a week. I took extra jobs early in the morning and late into the evening. I started at 5:30 am and was rarely home before 10:30 pm. I worked all day Saturday and Sunday as well. I was so excited about our marriage!

Taking no luxuries for himself, Mike explained that he was surviving on peanut butter sandwiches and watered down orange juice, he was transferring all the money he could back to Ann in Pattaya as she saved up for what he thought would be their future together. For two months Mike lived off of the dream of his life with Ann. They spoke over the phone at least six times a day. Each conversation ended with Ann saying exactly this:

I have only one plan Honey. We will get married in December. I will have your baby. We will make love all night.

On November 20, Mike discovered that Ann had another boyfriend. I discovered that she'd had this boyfriend for at least two years of our passionate affair, maybe from the start. I discovered who he was and that he had a wife and family in Pattaya.

I was informed that he stopped by Ann's apartment every night at 9:00 pm, seconds after she had told me she was going beddy-bye. These are irrefutable, verifiable facts. A deluge of stories came flooding in from friends and acquaintances still in Pattaya.

My heart began to shred. I confronted Ann on Skype. Me, shivering in my little room, jar of peanut butter in hand, even wearing a hat and gloves because of the lack of heat in my room. All my money having gone to Pattaya three days earlier, he said. Ann said the man was only a friend. Shortly after their Skype conversation, Ann made four trips to an ATM to withdraw the 104,000 baht recently sent from Korea by Mike.

I know what you're thinking and you'd be right, How could I possibly be so stupid? I was stupid. In the still clear recesses of my love sick mind, I knew. I had been played. I had been played for a long, long time. I began to realize (albeit slowly) that Ann had never loved me. She had lied to me every day for 30 months. She lied to me about everything.

I began to realize (as some of my Facebook acquaintances had forewarned me) that Ann had no intention of marrying me on December 21. On November 21 Mike put in a call to Siam Bank from Korea, asking for a hold to be put on Ann's debit card. Later that day, I received my last phone call from Ann, she said only one phrase, in the angriest voice I have ever heard; F**k off.

That was the last I've heard of her. This girl robbed me. As sure as she put her pretty hand in my pocket, she robbed me. She robbed me of my money, my time, my health, my emotions, my self confidence, my friends, my dreams, my future, and most importantly, she robbed me of my heart. I'm still shivering in my tiny little cubicle in Korea.

Still scraping the sides of my Ligo peanut butter jar. Still watering down my orange juice to make it last longer. I have never liked Korea. I came here to build a life for Ann and I, I walk the streets in a daze. I had no time to make a single friend, my only goal was my life with Ann.

I have never been so sad, so all alone, so disillusioned, so broken.

5 reacties:

  1. If only he had Joined

  2. Pure stupidity in my book.

  3. all i read is mone money money, jewlery ... and after you cry like a baby like we say here somnumna !

  4. yep had it myself years ago,now i dont bother with thai women,found a lovely Russian who works, we go 50/50 on everything,and she is better in bed................

  5. not the first nor the last man who thinks with his P3N1S! and not only western men gets stuffed this manner.. i got plenty of similar stories of friends and acquaintances.. they just won't listen.. there's no ear in the other head!