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Vol 1. No 3. December, 1997
I've just finished installing the latest in stealth technology in my ‘copter, increasing my bird’s-eye view immeasurably. And, hooo-eey, you wouldn’t believe some of the things I’ve seen.
It seems that a certain lodging Lothario is still on the loose in the City of Angels, plying his seductive wiles on anyone who’ll listen. And he seems to have a yearning for young-looking Yanks; you know, those slow-drawlin’ pioneers from across the Pacific. He’s a chicken hawk in the makin’.
He actually first came to my attention about a year ago, when he made a pick-up at that boiling "ball" room of boys, the Babylon sauna. He invited a certain young chappie back to his room for a little privacy - but we’re not talking just any old room. Our rut-happy Romero has a deluxe suite at one of the city’s high-end hotels in the Sukhumvit area - I won’t say which because he holds some sort of high-profile management position at the hotel and we wouldn’t want him to lose his job (and all its perks) now, would we?
Our chappie, whom we’ll call Jules, enthusiastically accepted the invite. He was young, he was naive, but most of all he was just plain horny. Besides, Romeo’s suite included a luxuriously laid-out bathroom with a spacious bathtub that featured water jets and plenty of bubbles - not to mention a well-appointed mini-bar.
So Jules went along home with his new, pudgy little pal. After a little fun in the tub and a little roll on the rug, he was ready to say goodbye to his new, too-eager-to-please friend.
But the story doesn’t end there. Our rotund little Romeo struck again at this year’s Mexican Embassy ball. Spotting a luscious-looking Italian type leaning against the wall, he made a bee-line through the ballroom and struck up a conversation. It turns out, despite his dark skin, Ronnie, his target, hailed from the land of (second-place) lovers just as Jules had. (The French are first, if recent news reports are to be believed).
One thing seems clear from all that I’ve heard, and that is that our Casanova has (can)oodles of charm. Within moments, Romeo had persuaded Ronnie to bail on the ball. The bait? Ice-cold champange and a fully stocked mini-bar. Ronnie eagerly accepted, and it looked like we were in for a rerun of the Jule’s joust.
But not too fast.
Ronnie, like Jules, was duly impressed by the rooms of our rake, but his excessive attentions were becoming a bit distracting. Ronnie sipped politely on his cocktail, went on the obligatory tour and was stunned when he saw the size of Lothario’s lewd video library. Upon closer examination he realised that these were GAY videos and his heart leapt in his throat. He’d unwittingly stopped into the lion’s den - for you see, our sweet little Ronnie was straight.
After a few minutes more of polite chitter-chatter, fending off increasingly pointed suggestions for continued interaction, Ronnie made his escape from this hotel of hedonism, leaving a remourseful Romeo to ponder what it was that went wrong.
My, oh my, it's turkey time again, what with Thanksgiving for the Americans, Christmas for the Christians and New Year's for the rest of us, there will be enough turkey and ham to stuff away for an entire year. I'll be whirly-birding on Soi 4 for New Year's Eve. Last year you could hardly bat your eye lashes for the folks about. See you there!
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