Oh, we met during my Muay Thai training....
They wanted to interview my Muay Thai master, a teacher who comes from a family of Muay Thai masters that go back two hundred years. They also wanted to interview the big bald ugly guy from America, who came to train with the great Muay Thai master. Four of them. Four little Thai girls, doing some work for college.
One was pretty damn cute, and she caught my eye. And it was obvious, that my eye caught hers. Or, maybe the shine off my sweaty bald head caught hers. Whatever. Something definitely happened.
She's actually very pretty, with one hell of a smile. Quite the little looker. The little looker who no doubt, has some sort of intentions for me. But, there's problems.....
She's Thai. And cute. I'm American. And I'm cute. Hey, I'm ****ing cute, ok?
She lives in Thailand. I live in America. And Shaolin. And Thailand. And wherever else I don't get thrown out of or arrested in.
She's half my age and half my size. I'm, oh, we won't talk about that.
She speaks Thai and a little bit of English. I speak English to some degree and a very little bit of French and Chinese. I'll never, ever be able to understand this Thai "kapumkar" shit.
She's Muslim. I'm a mix of agnostic, Christian, Catholic, atheist, and Buddhist, all depending on the season, the holiday, and the phase of the moon. Show me a good sale after Christmas, and I'll be a Jew too.
Being a Muslim, she gets up early. Like five AM. To pray. I, also being a prayer minded individual, do my prayer services at night. I go to sleep at five AM.
Anybody see a future here? Oh, what to do....
They wanted to interview my Muay Thai master, a teacher who comes from a family of Muay Thai masters that go back two hundred years. They also wanted to interview the big bald ugly guy from America, who came to train with the great Muay Thai master. Four of them. Four little Thai girls, doing some work for college.
One was pretty damn cute, and she caught my eye. And it was obvious, that my eye caught hers. Or, maybe the shine off my sweaty bald head caught hers. Whatever. Something definitely happened.
She's actually very pretty, with one hell of a smile. Quite the little looker. The little looker who no doubt, has some sort of intentions for me. But, there's problems.....
She's Thai. And cute. I'm American. And I'm cute. Hey, I'm ****ing cute, ok?
She lives in Thailand. I live in America. And Shaolin. And Thailand. And wherever else I don't get thrown out of or arrested in.
She's half my age and half my size. I'm, oh, we won't talk about that.
She speaks Thai and a little bit of English. I speak English to some degree and a very little bit of French and Chinese. I'll never, ever be able to understand this Thai "kapumkar" shit.
She's Muslim. I'm a mix of agnostic, Christian, Catholic, atheist, and Buddhist, all depending on the season, the holiday, and the phase of the moon. Show me a good sale after Christmas, and I'll be a Jew too.
Being a Muslim, she gets up early. Like five AM. To pray. I, also being a prayer minded individual, do my prayer services at night. I go to sleep at five AM.
Anybody see a future here? Oh, what to do....
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