Bob was jaded. He couldn't deny it. Here he was in Bangkok, surrounded by a flesh smorgasbord of sexual possibilities and delights, and he couldn't seem to enjoy any of it.
'What is wrong with me?' he muttered aloud to nobody in particular.
'I appear to have mislaid my mojo,' Bob groaned.
A beautiful young Thai woman at a nearby table raised her head from the ubiquitous smartphone that no self-respecting young Thai would feel fully dressed without and glanced over at him with a look of haughty disdain on her pretty face that would have curdled milk.
Bob smiled and swirled his finger around his temples in the universal sign for impending insanity and pulled a gormless face. The girl registered a disgusted look in return as if he had just exposed himself or hawked and spat in her coffee.
There were undoubtedly some stuck-up bitches in Bangkok these days, Bob mused. But he forgave her this as she was a good looker.
But he couldn't help thinking back to when he first visited Thailand not too long after the good 'ol' US of A had so ignominious fled Vietnam. During those exciting long ago days, there were no stuck-up cows around, but plenty of accommodating lasses willing to offer their slender young bodies overnight for ten or fifteen dollars.
Back then, the country was still primarily an agricultural nation with very little industry and a well-defined class system, with the beloved king at the top and the aristocracy and elite close behind.
Food production, particularly rice, was the primary employment of most of the population.
Bob thought those were the magic times, bringing a broad smile. The girl saw Bob grinning to himself and prepared to move tables to one as far as possible from this crazy farang.
She was no doubt correct in her caution. Bob might well be just another crazy, old farang. Especially around the Sukhumvit area, there were plenty of nutty, old guys driven crazy by the heat, humidity and cheap rice whiskey, wandering the streets mumbling at everyone and nobody in particular or screaming at the moon in this supremely indifferent city.
Thais have a fear and aversion to the insane and tend to give nutters a wide berth, so these lost souls are often left alone despite their dubious visa status. Quite often, they ended up floating dead in mysterious circumstances in one of the many canals or klongs that bisect the city.
Bob looked around the well-appointed coffee shop close to his hotel, where he habitually stayed when in Bangkok. The clientele usually consisted of a mix of well-heeled backpackers, wealthy young Thais and single male sex tourists such as himself. The coffee was invariably excellent if fashionably expensive for the upmarket tourist area, which undoubtedly brought in the middle-income Thais. They gained invaluable brownie points from being seen in an exorbitantly priced place.
Within the incredibly complex caste system which exists in Thai society and is only fully understood by Thais, men of his ilk, i.e. sex tourists, were heaped on the very bottom rungs, slightly above beggars, street sweepers and sex workers and far below the likes of the newly emerged middle class. This new strata of Thai society boasted disposable income for the first time, which they often liked to spend in frequenting expensive Western-style places such as this, where they brushed shoulders with despised classes.
Bob belonged to another class of traveller, perhaps thought to be a twenty-first-century phenomenon but actually of a far earlier era. He was a mature international man of leisure, seeking pleasure and new experiences globally. In nineteenth-century England, monied gentlemen took themselves off for what was known as the Grand Tour. Away from the restrictive mores of Victorian society, they threw off the mantle of respectability and were frequenters brothels and other iniquitous places of adult entertainment where they were able to indulge in all kinds of activities that would get them banished from polite society if they sought there.
Following an ominous health prognosis the previous year, which offered little hope beyond maybe five years of active existence, followed by an unknowable abyss in which he might and might not disappear forever, Bob had decided to travel and seek carnal pleasures denied him so far in his life. He told his wife that he was off to see the world. She was supremely indifferent to whatever Bob did or didn't do these days. They virtually led separate lives, with her having her own life and interests different from his own. They were strangers sharing the same house.