May 29 2005
Unmasking a Thai Internet con-girl

Most romance-seekers who use the Internet to organise dates in Thailand know perfectly well that they're just fooling around with prostitutes but some unfortunate men become convinced that their girl is "different" or perhaps even "respectable" - a common misconception that devious Thai hookers are always eager to exploit.
In a previous article (See Is your Thai sweetheart really a con-woman?) I profiled the behavior of a typical Thai con-girl and offered suggestions as to how a marriage-minded farang might recognise one. On re-reading it, however, I now realise that putting my advice into practice would yield only circumstantial evidence - which is of little practical use when the presiding judge is getting expertly blown-off by the defendant.
To convince a love-sick fool that his adorable Internet dream-girl is really a yo-yo knickered common prostitute, a big smoking gun needs to be rammed firmly up his arse and discharged several more times.
The story of one particularly gullible Internet shopper who won't listen to reason (See Thai mail-order bride fuels mid-life crisis #2 - a tale that now includes several new episodes) has left me feeling more trigger-happy than a US marine patrolling the highway to Baghdad airport - so I'm now going to ask him to pull over at the Mango Sauce checkpoint, step out of his vehicle and bend over.
So long as the will exists to do it, catching an Internet con-girl with her knickers down is actually quite easy. Their deceptions are fairly crude and most can't be bothered to cover their tracks either. If a man is prepared to do his own dirty-work, hiring a private detective is quite unnecessary. This is how it's done:
The easiest place to start is her Hotmail account. Most Thai girls use their phone number as their password (remember to include the leading zero) but the less imaginative ones will settle for 111111, 123456, 666666 or some other easily-remembered six-number combination. This approach works like a charm in most cases but it can sometimes fail when the girl has lost her original phone. It might have slipped out of her back pocket in a Bangkok taxi one night when she was puking 12 bottles of Bacardi Breezer into her handbag.
If this is the case, our amateur sleuth will have to purchase a plane ticket and spring a surprise home-visit on her. When he turns up unannounced clutching his duty-free litre of Asti Spumante and a bunch of King Power roses, her real boyfriend will almost certainly be on hand to put them in water.
Unless his Thai sweetheart has the brass-balls to maintain that the shirtless farang pot-head reclining on her semen-splashed Hello Kitty bed-linen is really just a friend, she'll probably run off and hide somewhere - pausing only to switch her phone off.
In the unlikely event that the devious little tart is home alone, she'll have to rearrange her other liaisons rather hastily. When she leaves the room on some pretext ("I go Sev-earn") a call to her mobile will be greeted by a busy-tone. This is the perfect time to carry the investigation forward.
Her small room will be littered with evidence of wrongdoing. The photos lurking in the bottom drawer of her powder-blue melamine dresser will constitute a rogues-gallery of past and present lovers. They're the tools of her trade. Without them, she might have difficulty recognising the various men she picks up at the airport each week. They also help to jog her memory about what she did with whom.
There's no point in lingering over the bulky gilt-embossed album containing her childhood snaps and the professionally shot 8x10s (The ones where she's dolled-up in traditional costume and her porcelain-white features are framed by a Lanna-style backdrop). That's just her publicity brochure.
What we're looking for are the cheap plastic photo-books. They'll show her poking the long-suffering orangutans of Safari World with a sharp stick in the company of an ever-changing line-up of bland-looking professional men clad in sweat-stained Camel Adventure Wear.
There will be piles of incriminating correspondence all over the place. When lovers email her with their travel details, she'll have to print them out and a surprising number of guys still prefer to express their predictable - but no less nauseating - longings through the medium of hand-written love letters. For the frequent flier who remembered to steal the sick-bag from his seat pocket, this might be a convenient time to bring it out again.
Some girls keep meticulous records. Each man is allocated a notebook and all interactions are carefully logged. Gooey text messages are laboriously transcribed - often in their native English. Consequently, a few minutes spent flicking through the pages could prove enlightening. The notebooks will be stowed away on the sagging shelf under the TV - beside her large and well-thumbed English-Thai, Thai-English dictionary.
If the girl manages to prevent access to her room with some bullshit excuse ("My apartment only lady - man cannot come" or "Cannot take farang go - people/owner/family think I bad lady" etc.) her high-end cameraphone will tell the same story. She almost certainly lacks the expertise to sanitise it so, when she takes a shower, it will disgorge a steaming mountain of dirt. In the unlikely event that she's taken the trouble to delete the explicit text messages and incriminating photos, the call logs will still be there and her contacts book will read like a war memorial.
When the damning evidence of her wrongdoing emerges, staging a confrontation is pointless - because she'll just turn into a screaming harridan and paint herself as the victim of a grave injustice. Later, once she's had time to think, she'll devise a new pack of lies to fit the known facts. She'll promise anything but the one thing that she'll never do is to become a reformed character.
What happens next depends on the maturity of the guy. He could either carry on shagging her purely for fun or, if he's a late developer, he could make a complete prick of himself by throwing a few punches, smashing her phone and hurling her clothes out of the window. The object of his childish fury might enter into the spirit of things by wailing like a stuck pig and pretending to cut her wrists with a safety razor.
Once he's stormed off and purchased his fill of beer, sex and sympathy from a selection of rough, tattooed bar girls, our hormone-fuelled hero will probably conclude that no one else is quite as sweet and lovely as the lying tart that he's just dumped - and the marriage plans will suddenly be back on again.
The deception/discovery/bust-up/reconciliation cycle might have to be played out several more times before the guy eventually comes to his senses or runs out of money. This may explain why so many of the fixtures and fittings in Thailand's budget apartments and tourist-class hotel rooms are held together with Sellotape.
[Posted to Relationships by David]
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