Dear oh dear: too many pretty boys for my pretty little head

Well, Houston we’ve got a problem. I’m still in Thailand, and despite the hordes of painfully beautiful young men everywhere, I have not yet found one that I felt like bedding. I have thus resolved – for the moment – to enjoy the eye candy rather than pressure myself into more sex than I feel like (sensible me!).

Talking of eye candy, I think a proper night out involves at least a brief visit to a gay club. If you’ve not tried it, do – you can’t really beat gay clubs for a roomful of young pretty things.  The dress code is always the same: as little of a shirt as possible, usually none. Gay men (or the ones who go clubbing anyway) tend to be super toned, and trust me, that topless look really works.

You probably knew all of that, but here is something maybe you didn’t: they also love a sexy woman brushing past on the steamy dancefloor, so you can touch and tease at your leisure. Brilliant.

Well, everything is bigger in Bangkok.  They don’t only have clubs, or super clubs… they‘ve got the clubbing complex. So last night I visited a dozen gay clubs conveniently arranged under one roof, shopping mall style. Same pretty young things, same dress code, same steamy dancefloors. And as the only white and exotic female there, I was delighted to note – same appreciation for a sexy woman.