I wasn’t particularly interested in the Asian girls.Most, though cute, are either good girls that want you to meet their family on a first date, or gold digging whores whose pussies are destroyed by sex tourists.But amongst them were many curvy, beautiful young women from other parts of Europe and the world. As one of my girlfriends said to me, one night over a beachside dinner, “No woman wants to travel alone.” Back home, women have social choices. They have friends from school, work, family and so on.On Koh Chang, women only had me, the first guy they met. I’d either invite them on an activity, like riding on the back of my scooter to a local waterfall, or a trip to the beach, or a hike.It’s not as easy as showing up and having pussy fall from the sky.You still have to approach, you still have to escalate, you still have to talk.
When they approached me I would say something simple, like, “Hello. ” Then the conversation would move to the usual topics: How long they’ve been travelling, where they came from, and where they were going. The girls were almost always more than willing to sit and talk to me. There were often the loud, overweight, tattooed, dreadlocked type—usually Australians, Canadians, Brits and Americans. It’s in their best interest to meet a nice guy early on, for protection and social proof.Girls from Eastern European countries are more submissive, and easier to lead.This is very generalized but it’s just an observation.On top of that, I was one of the most charming guys they’d ever met. Or I’d meet them for lunch, or drinks, or a joint at my bungalow. In my first five days in Koh Chang I had five dates, all from the same seat, in the same open-air restaurant.After I hooked them into my tribe (a tribe of one) I would do my best to keep them away from other travellers, as the competition from tall, good looking European backpackers is high.
Me and about thirty other young travellers sailed around, drinking, barbequeing, and snorkelling in the tropical sun.