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A few months ago I went to Thailand for eight days, five of which were on Koh Phangan for the Full Moon Party. The first night at Koh Phangan my hostel had a bus going to Sunrise beach. There were no girls from the hostel going and so a few of the guys bailed, but I stayed. When we got to the beach there weren’t too many people around, but we played basketball and fiery skipping rope until it got a little busier.
At some point in the night I started talking to a pretty blonde Canadian who approached me. The conversation was pretty platonic, lighthearted and playful – I didn’t really do any deep diving or flirting. But I was making extremely strong eye contact and looking at her lips at various points in the conversation. I really wanted her and I could tell she was attracted as well. Getting girls attracted without talking explicitly about sex seems to be something I do alright in. In another LR- I posted earlier this year I hadn’t really flirted or talked about sex at all with the girl before we started making out – but I had led her around the dance floor all night.So I did the same thing this time – I needed to lead her somewhere – I saw a boat anchored off in the ocean and mentioned how I really wanted to check it out and pretty much told her “Let’s go”. She was keen but went to talk to some other buddies first. I just stood there looking bored and a little impatient, she picked up on that, said bye to them and came out. We walked through the ocean to the boat, I helped her up into it and she suggested we find somewhere dark. So we did, I climbed on top of her, started making out, feeling her up and kissing her chest. But I think I messed it up because I freaked out at the thought of having sex there with everyone watching (we were still in pretty plain view of everyone) so I started making suggestions of where we should go that was quieter. I think that killed the mood a little bit and took her out of it. Add to that that I was a little clumsy as well – she suggested we re-join the others at beach, so we did. She mentioned that she was so wet (because of the ocean) and I made an obvious joke about that – but she gave me a half-hearted “not like that” response. After that I went to talk to some friends and we sort of drifted apart.
Later on in the night I ran into two Swedish girls with their faces painted. I asked them where they got it done, they pointed it out and I then managed to convince them both to paint my face. After that, I danced with them and spent a few hours talking with them. They were pointing out guys that had tried hitting on them persistently, and we all laughed about how lame some of the attempts were. I kept the same strong yet playful frame I had before, and managed to invite myself over to their hostel. But while we were walking back, some Russian guy started following us. When one of the girls told him to f off, he shoved her to the ground so hard that her entire face was bleeding – he ran after that and we went and found a cop to report it. We ran into the guy after talking to the cop and me and one of the girls ran after him – but we lost him and I lost her, so ended up going home. She was ok in the end though – I messaged her the next morning and she had to get stitched, but I’m not sure if they ever got the idiot who did it.
The next night we were at a pool party. At one point I saw two pretty brunettes talking and me, being pretty hammered at the time, went up and asked them if they wanted a piggy back. One agreed and pretty much as soon as she came down we started making out. Now this pool was right near the ocean again, so taking a lesson from last night I suggested we go out to the ocean for a little more privacy (I wasn’t the only one with this idea, haha). Once we got out far enough we started attacking each other while waist deep in the ocean. It was one of the hottest things that I’ve ever experienced. I fingered her, she blew me – we were out there for like 40 minutes, and this was happening like 10 minutes after I gave her the piggy back. Afterwards I told her I wanted to fuck her and that we should get back to the beach to find somewhere quieter. But she didn’t want to because apparently she was bisexual, had never been with a guy before and only wanted to have sex after getting married (hmm). I decided not to push it (maybe I should have), said it was fine and walked. She seemed surprised though and said usually guys were so much more pushy and that she had never seen anyone so nonchalant about her not wanting it. I guess that was a plus for me? I didn’t want to waste my time and went back to the party.
That was really the last major thing that happened though. Unfortunately, I didn’t make much headway the next few days (made out with another girl from the hostel but that was it). I think it’s because I started to feel really competitive and a little bitter too because I was hearing other people’s success stories (one of the hostel staff had slept with seven girls in the last two weeks, and another guy had a foursome while I was there. My friend who had travelled here last year for a few weeks had four girls on rotation), so that started to affect my cool, relaxed demeanor. Funnily enough, on the last day I got high on shrooms, met the blonde Canadian girl again – she was very flirty and suggested we go out to the boat again but I could barely function because of the shrooms and so nothing happened.
In summary, it was a super fun experience, but it started to go downhill when I started feeling bitter envying other people. This is one of the main sticking points that I’ve mentioned in my journal that I need to work on.
Moose
At some point in the night I started talking to a pretty blonde Canadian who approached me. The conversation was pretty platonic, lighthearted and playful – I didn’t really do any deep diving or flirting. But I was making extremely strong eye contact and looking at her lips at various points in the conversation. I really wanted her and I could tell she was attracted as well. Getting girls attracted without talking explicitly about sex seems to be something I do alright in. In another LR- I posted earlier this year I hadn’t really flirted or talked about sex at all with the girl before we started making out – but I had led her around the dance floor all night.So I did the same thing this time – I needed to lead her somewhere – I saw a boat anchored off in the ocean and mentioned how I really wanted to check it out and pretty much told her “Let’s go”. She was keen but went to talk to some other buddies first. I just stood there looking bored and a little impatient, she picked up on that, said bye to them and came out. We walked through the ocean to the boat, I helped her up into it and she suggested we find somewhere dark. So we did, I climbed on top of her, started making out, feeling her up and kissing her chest. But I think I messed it up because I freaked out at the thought of having sex there with everyone watching (we were still in pretty plain view of everyone) so I started making suggestions of where we should go that was quieter. I think that killed the mood a little bit and took her out of it. Add to that that I was a little clumsy as well – she suggested we re-join the others at beach, so we did. She mentioned that she was so wet (because of the ocean) and I made an obvious joke about that – but she gave me a half-hearted “not like that” response. After that I went to talk to some friends and we sort of drifted apart.
Later on in the night I ran into two Swedish girls with their faces painted. I asked them where they got it done, they pointed it out and I then managed to convince them both to paint my face. After that, I danced with them and spent a few hours talking with them. They were pointing out guys that had tried hitting on them persistently, and we all laughed about how lame some of the attempts were. I kept the same strong yet playful frame I had before, and managed to invite myself over to their hostel. But while we were walking back, some Russian guy started following us. When one of the girls told him to f off, he shoved her to the ground so hard that her entire face was bleeding – he ran after that and we went and found a cop to report it. We ran into the guy after talking to the cop and me and one of the girls ran after him – but we lost him and I lost her, so ended up going home. She was ok in the end though – I messaged her the next morning and she had to get stitched, but I’m not sure if they ever got the idiot who did it.
The next night we were at a pool party. At one point I saw two pretty brunettes talking and me, being pretty hammered at the time, went up and asked them if they wanted a piggy back. One agreed and pretty much as soon as she came down we started making out. Now this pool was right near the ocean again, so taking a lesson from last night I suggested we go out to the ocean for a little more privacy (I wasn’t the only one with this idea, haha). Once we got out far enough we started attacking each other while waist deep in the ocean. It was one of the hottest things that I’ve ever experienced. I fingered her, she blew me – we were out there for like 40 minutes, and this was happening like 10 minutes after I gave her the piggy back. Afterwards I told her I wanted to fuck her and that we should get back to the beach to find somewhere quieter. But she didn’t want to because apparently she was bisexual, had never been with a guy before and only wanted to have sex after getting married (hmm). I decided not to push it (maybe I should have), said it was fine and walked. She seemed surprised though and said usually guys were so much more pushy and that she had never seen anyone so nonchalant about her not wanting it. I guess that was a plus for me? I didn’t want to waste my time and went back to the party.
That was really the last major thing that happened though. Unfortunately, I didn’t make much headway the next few days (made out with another girl from the hostel but that was it). I think it’s because I started to feel really competitive and a little bitter too because I was hearing other people’s success stories (one of the hostel staff had slept with seven girls in the last two weeks, and another guy had a foursome while I was there. My friend who had travelled here last year for a few weeks had four girls on rotation), so that started to affect my cool, relaxed demeanor. Funnily enough, on the last day I got high on shrooms, met the blonde Canadian girl again – she was very flirty and suggested we go out to the boat again but I could barely function because of the shrooms and so nothing happened.
In summary, it was a super fun experience, but it started to go downhill when I started feeling bitter envying other people. This is one of the main sticking points that I’ve mentioned in my journal that I need to work on.
Moose
