A very friendly and attractive 30ish German couple called Franz and Marie were in town for a couple days. They were open and matter-of-fact about the purpose of their journey - to expand Marie's sexual horizons by soliciting the services of European beach boys hanging around the fleshpots of south Thailand. Why they didn't just fly there is a mystery but maybe the anticipation was part of the thrill - or perhaps they'd been getting her serviced all the way across Asia - that was never made clear.
Anyway, I was sitting nearby and caught a few of their Skype interviews with prospective service providers. One of them was a clean and healthy looking young guy who sounded Eastern European. He'd sent them a full CV with stills and videos. This Marie woman was loud and enthusiastic about meeting him. Her husband, Franz, smiled and nodded indulgently. He was the videographer for their project and was even now taping her conversation with the young dude on the hotseat. She giggled and said she wanted to see his package, both at rest and while in heat - but not right that moment - later, when they were in private. Michael Houellebecq would be proud.
Word has it the Eastern European kid is part of a growing trend of white beach boys who have migrated to southeast Asia's hotspots cuz that's where the affluent female sex tourist is going these days. These young studs supposedly don't do men, which is a major selling point on the STD front.
But these two Germans, with their cheery and well-adjusted outlook, they were fucking depressing. While talking to her prospective sex toy, the wife was so happily forthright about her exact demands you'd have thought she was hiring a decorator. She and her husband seemed desperate for the whole world to know just how cutting edge they really are. Man, it had to be one of the squarest acts I've seen in ages - an e-bay driven cock-on-demand vacation full of orgasmic awakenings.
A couple days later they were gone, riding their big BMW south toward Phuket and environs, itinerary already planned to a tee - equipment required, candidates to be test-driven, positions to be tried, all culminating in a four-on-one smorgasbord, the whole deal videoed and professionally edited then posted on some swingers site or other. Want to see our holiday slideshow?
Hey, more power to them if that's how they roll and in a way I'm kind of envious. I'm too old to get up the suspension of disbelief needed for that sort of healthy, holistic, arms-length sport-fucking. It's become tough to stay interested if it's not an emotionally convoluted personal involvement that might really fuck up our lives whether we're careful or not. Without that - it's like playing poker without money.