Buddhist monks: seducing on the edge.

Taking a break from shagging my new and shiny Lao toy boy, I went for a walk around Vientiane. It’s nice and hot out here – much hotter in fact that I’d like, and that despite the umbrella I’m carrying around in an attempt to shield myself from the scorch.

I’m not the only one carrying such a shading device. Besides young-women-on-motorbikes, there is one other breed of Lao using umbrellas in Vientiane: Buddhist monks. And there are lots of young ones walking around. All of them draped in bright orange, and most of them under black umbrellas. It’s a challenging look, but they make it work.

In France, where I grew up, monks tend to be Catholic and they never fed my fantasies. But I have now found my equivalent to the “sexy nun” fantasy: I’m finding these young orange monks incredibly attractive. Their dress is off one shoulder, and it’s usually one nicely toned shoulder, thank you very much. And they smile a lot, which is always nice.

Wandering into a temple and stopping for a chat with some young novices, I didn’t need to initiate the flirting… I only had to respond. I somewhat doubted the political correctness of all this at first, but I have since learnt why it’s actually ok. These novices haven’t necessarily signed for lifelong celibacy: a bit like we have military service, some are merely serving a traditional, if not compulsory, six months religious training.

Soon they’ll be back on the market. Maybe I’ll catch one then and ask him to dress up in his monk gear. Or would that be crossing the pc line?