An Introduction To Cambodian Girls

In yesterday’s blog post, I included a video showing a single Russian man named Oleg travelling from Thailand into Cambodia.  For more than thirty years, single men from the U.S., Canada, and England have been retiring to Thailand because of the low cost of living, easy relaxed life in a warm tropical climate, and the ability to rent or lease beautiful young women for only $10 per day.

Due to the rapidly growing number of foreign men retiring to Thailand, the Thai government has recently begun making this more difficult.  So men are now investigating retiring to neighboring Cambodia or Vietnam.

When I watched the video yesterday of travel into Cambodia, it scared me, and I personally would not do this if someone paid me $5,000.  I left a comment to the video, and someone replied to me that yes, Cambodia is dangerous, especially the lack of emergency medical care, and violent crime that goes unreported.

In today’s video, the narrator himself states right away that Cambodia is like the Wild West, and not a place to visit with women and children.  I agree with this statement, this is what I wrote yesterday, when to my astonishment I saw that some idiot tourists had brought their wives and children with them.

However, “Once Cambodian girls get to know you, keeping you entertained it their top priority.”



Video Of Travel In Cambodia For Single Men

A little more than fifteen years ago when I was living in Arizona, there was a man who sometimes visited the house where I lived named Caleb.  Caleb was about 40 years old, 6′-0″ tall, 190 lbs, not a bad looking guy, not ugly.  He was fairly intelligent, polite, a decent conversationalist.

Caleb did not like hard work, or working hard, because he said so.  In his late twenties he had decided that he wanted to be a drug smuggler and drug dealer, because he didn’t like working.  He didn’t like getting paid low wages, working all day, working five days a week, being told what to do, and how to do it.

Caleb retired from being a drug smuggler and drug dealer when he was in his mid-thirties with about $250,000 in savings.  At this present time, he tried to live very cheaply, and work just a little bit to earn enough money to cover his daily expenses, which were small, and preserve his money in savings.

Many men never see it, know it, or realize it, that we trap ourselves in a prison of our own making.  We seek to have a nice place to live, often to impress others, or because it is expected of us.  The same thing for expensive cars, motorcycles, boats, firearms, and clothing.  We seek a hot girlfriend or trophy wife.  Then, we spend the rest of our lives trapped and struggling to pay for all of this shit, that we didn’t absolutely need to have in the first place.

Caleb realized early on in his life, that he didn’t want to be trapped in a job, working for other people, and buying a bunch of things that he didn’t really need.  He also realized that it cost a lot of money to attract and keep a girlfriend.  All of these things were a trap.

What Caleb learned in the 1990s was that a single man could live very cheaply in Thailand, with a very good lifestyle.  So for the past four of five years, Caleb had spent about four or five months each year living in Thailand.

Caleb explained to me, that you could rent a cottage on the ocean in Thailand for about $300 per month.  You could go into a town or village, and pick out a “Bar Girl” that would come and live with you for about $10 per day.  Not only would the “Bar Girl” have sex with you as often as you wanted, she would do the grocery shopping, cooking, cleaning, and laundry.  Food would cost about $10 per day.

So for about $1,000 to $1,200 per month, this would cover the cost of a cottage on the beach, all of your food, and a beautiful young girl that would do all of the grocery shopping, cooking, and cleaning, and have sex with you as much as you wanted.  For many men, this was paradise, if you were willing to give up the customary Western lifestyle.

For many men in Canada, England, and the United States in the 1990s and 2000s, they realized that Thailand was a paradise to visit or retire in.  Younger men that had somehow accumulated or inherited over $500,000 in assets could sell everything that they owned, place the majority of the money in stocks, and move to Thailand with the expectation of never having to work again, with their cost of living not exceeding $15,000 per year.

Older men who had worked twenty-five to thirty years at a company, in the military, or for the government, and had earned even a modest pension, realized that they could live so much better and so much more happily in Thailand with the cost of living being so low for a single man there.  Would you rather live out the remainder of your life stuck in a small apartment in an expensive, unfriendly, cold, dreary city, or living on a sunny, warm beach with a beautiful young woman?

After 2010, the number of foreign men visiting and retiring to Thailand became ridiculous.  The country was overrun with expatriates.  Recently, the government in Thailand has passed legislation and policies making it more difficult for foreign men to retire to Thailand.  Foreign men are now required to go through a process where they must demonstrate that they have a certain amount of money in savings, deposit this savings in a Thai bank, and demonstrate a certain level of retirement income.

One of the problems, is that foreign men have discovered that once they deposit their savings into a Thai bank, if they want to leave the country, the Thai banks do not want to allow them to remove their money from the bank.  So, many foreign men who have retired to Thailand, or were planning on retiring to Thailand, have begun looking at moving to neighboring Vietnam or Cambodia instead.

Here is a video made by a young Russian man named Oleg, that shows him leaving Thailand, crossing the border into Cambodia, and travelling in Cambodia:

Though Oleg did a good job making this video, what I saw in this video scared the shit out of me.  The making of the travel, accommodation, and transportation arrangements into Cambodia looked very sketchy to me.  The small van, ocean ferry, bus, and motorcycle taxi transport into Cambodia looked rough.  The filling out of “travel documents” at a dirty primitive rest stop along the side of the road looked like the beginning of problems.  The crowded, run down, Cambodian immigration office looked like a nightmare.

The driving around Cambodia revealed that it mostly looks like a primitive, shanty town, slum.  There were several mentions of the taxi driver taking Oleg to places where they attempt to rip-off tourists.  The entrance fee to one of the temples in Cambodia was $37, which is four times the price of the first hotel that he stayed at in Cambodia.  The price of a beer in some places at night was $3 to $5.

What I saw in this video, it looked like Cambodia was a dirty, primitive, rough, unsafe place for foreigners.  I couldn’t believe that there were so many Chinese tourists, and even some American tourists with wives and children.  I wouldn’t go to Cambodia if someone paid for my travel, hotel, and paid me $5,000.

The whole point of foreign men visiting or retiring to some place like Thailand, Cambodia, or Vietnam was that it would be an improvement over their home country in the cost of living and lifestyle.  Cambodia did not appear to be cheap, pleasant, or safe.


Eggshell Plaintiffs In Dickinson And Elsewhere

Ever since I was a kid, I was aware of “Accident Injury People”, the kind of people who go looking for the chance to have some kind of accident in order to sue someone to try to get money.

When I was ten years old, there was a disabled obese lady who was legally blind named Ginger, who had a full-time caregiver who lived with her and drove her around town.  In the small town in Florida where I grew up, there were trees everywhere, especially overhanging the streets and sidewalks.  Some trees dropped acorns, nuts, berries, seeds, fruits, or leaves, throughout the day.

One day, Ginger and her caregiver parked and got out of their vehicle in front of a commercial building that my father owned.  Supposedly, Ginger slipped on some berries that had fallen from a palm tree and she fell down, hurting herself.  There was a lawsuit, and I don’t know how the insurance company handled this.

The frustration for my mother and father at the time was, throughout this tree covered town, could property owners be held liable for berries, seeds, and acorns that fall from trees minute by minute?  Would this have happened to a person who was not disabled, obese, and legally blind?  What was Ginger claiming her damages were, she was already legally disabled?

From that point on, I became more and more aware of “Accident Injury People”.  Something that sticks out in my mind to this day, was when I was 24 years old and I had parked my bicycle at the corner of a Dairy Queen type business in Florida where I could see it as I placed my order through the walk-up window.  A family drove up in a four-door sedan, a husband and wife in their early forties got out of the front seats, and an elderly woman in her mid-sixties got out of the back seat.

The elderly woman appeared to head straight for my bicycle and grab a hold of it.  My bicycle wasn’t attached to anything, it didn’t have a kick-stand, it was leaning against a post, and it bobbled and banged into the post as the elderly woman grabbed hold of it.

I looked at the husband and wife, and the husband said to me in a very accusatory manner, “She just had a double knee replacement.”  He was acting like I had somehow created a dangerous situation for his elderly mother, and if she had fallen over, it would have been completely my fault.  I don’t know if she was trying to grab onto the nearest thing to her, in order to not fall over, or if she had already begun to stumble.

I left without saying anything, I didn’t want any part of any blame for the elderly woman’s condition.  I don’t know what my legal liability would have been, as there was no bicycle rack, and my mountain bike was sold without a kick-stand.  Was I negligent for leaning my bicycle against a post?  In any case, a lawyer would have told these people that there was no point in suing me, I didn’t have any assets.  No lawyer would have taken this case for fear of never recovering any money whatsoever, and never being paid.

A few years ago, when I took my landlord’s dog to the Dickinson Dog Park to let it run off-leash inside the fenced-in area, I was concerned to see a very pale, frail, woman in her mid-thirties, with no musculature, sitting on a bench inside the large-size dog, dog run area.  She was wearing short shorts, and when my landlord’s dog went up to her to greet her, she didn’t know that he was going to try to step in her lap and kiss her face, she didn’t know to tell him “No, get down” and I had to grab him.

I thought to myself, “What is this woman doing sitting inside of the large-size dog off-leash area at a dog park, this is the least dog-person that I have ever seen.  Doesn’t she know that a large dog will try to come up to her and kiss her, doesn’t she know how to tell a dog to get down?”

The second time that I went to the Dickinson Dog Park with my landlord’s dog and let him run loose inside the fenced in area, I was there by myself and I saw a family drive up.  I watched the mom and dad who were in their forties get out of the car, then their three kids ages 6, 8, 10, and grandma and grandpa in their seventies.  Grandma and grandpa were both unsteady on their feet and walking very slowly.

This entire family, all seven of them, and their small dog, headed for the entrance gate to the large-size dog off-leash area.  I said to myself, “You have got to be fucking kidding me, my dog will end up knocking over grandma, grandpa, and those little kids within seconds.”  I put the leash back on my dog, and left immediately, never to return, because the Dickinson Dog Park is a lawsuit waiting to happen.

When I got home, I started reading about the legally liability for dogs in places like public dog parks.  It turns out that everyone is very mistaken about public dog parks, I sure was.  I thought that public dog parks were a safe place to let a dog run off-leash.  It turns out that public dog parks are absolutely the worst place in the World to let your dog run off-leash.

I thought that at a public off-leash dog park, everyone entering the off-leash area, knew and understood that the dogs were going to run and play.  No, no, no, this is not the case at all!  There a many, many people who use public dog parks, who claim that, “They can not get bumped.”  Due to a previous injury or existing health condition, spine injury, neck injury, knee replacement, hip replacement, brittle bone disease, they can’t get bumped by a dog.

This is when and where I first learned about what is called the “Eggshell Plaintiff”.  How this term came about, and what this means, is that no matter what kind of pre-existing physical problem a plaintiff in a lawsuit might have, bad knees, bad hips, an injured back, if you are found liable in a court of law to have caused the plaintiff to fall over or fall down, you are legally responsible if they break their knees, hips, or back no matter how bad their knees, hips, or back were in the first place.

The reason why I am writing this blog post, is because after learning about the “Eggshell Plaintiff”, I am even more alert and aware as to what people might be trying to do, such as when I wrote a few days ago about the blond woman with “9 Lives” who walked in front of my truck without looking.  If I would have hit her, God only knows what kind of pre-existing knee, hip, back, and neck injury my vehicle insurance company would have been paying for.

Now that I think about this recent incident at this gas station, at this same gas station one month ago, while I was putting gas in my vehicle, I watched a disabled man loitering at this gas station in a very peculiar way.  His vehicle was parked in the handicapped spot, and he was handicapped, he was having difficulty walking, but he was walking back and forth, around and around in the drive lane beside the gas pumps.

Vehicles that turn off of Villard Street, enter the drive lane beside the gas pumps going about 10-15 mph, and they come on the far side of the gas pumps a little blind at first, being able to see cars at the pumps, but not a person standing there.  This is a very dangerous place to walk or stand, but this old man with difficulty walking, who wasn’t getting gas, chose to walk there, around and around, back and forth.

More than ever, I expect people with health problems, a handicap, or a disability to try to find a way to make someone else or an insurance company financially liable for an injury or a disability they already have, or a surgery that they already need.

Nice Looking Older Woman Spotted In Runnings Farm & Fleet In Dickinson

For the past several days I have been looking for hardware for something that I am building.  I have been to Menards many times, Bosch Lumber, Ace Hardware, and Mac’s Tools, but I still haven’t been able to find a couple of parts that I need.

I had given up searching anymore for hardware late this morning, and I turned into Wendy’s Hamburgers to get something to eat, when I realized that Runnings Farm & Fleet next door might have some of the things that I needed.

After I got some food to-go at Wendy’s, I drove over to Runnings.  When I entered Runnings, standing at the service counter there was a nice looking older woman customer.  I was kind of giggling to myself, because she was good looking, and old, just as old or a few years older than me.  It was funny to me, because she was still hot, and this was still causing her problems I imagine.

She had shoulder length gray hair, and she was wearing black frame eyeglasses.  She was tall, as tall as me, or maybe an inch or two taller than me I thought.  She was thin, but not too thin, and she had very good posture, she was standing very straight.

She was wearing very nice looking light color blue jeans that fit her very well, not at all tight, but more like very well fitting slacks.  I could tell that she had a very nice ass, not too big, not too small, not too hard, not too soft, just right.  She had nice long athletic legs, like she was a jogger and vigorous hiker.  Not any fat on her anywhere at all.

Soon she turned in my direction briefly for some reason, she may have even had to move in my direction, I got a better look at her, and her face matched the rest of her.  From her overall appearance, and every detail about her, it appeared that she had had good health her entire life, she had taken care of herself her entire life.  I didn’t think that she came from North Dakota, not the way she looked.  I thought that she was probably educated, intelligent, sharp, and perceptive.

Of all the people in the store, she seemed to immediately sense that I was paying attention to her, though I continued walking away from her in search of hardware.  I had a strong belief that this was Suzanne, a woman who used to comment to my blog posts, because everything about her fit everything that I knew about Suzanne.

I wanted to ask her, I wanted to ask her, but I feared that this woman would pitch a fit and make a scene if I asked her.  Further back in the store, we crossed paths again, and I so wanted to ask her.

After I had spent some time looking and not finding what I came for, I spent another five minutes trying to find the primer that I wanted, paint brushes, and mixing cups.  When I was ready to leave, I intersected with this woman again.  I said to her, “Excuse me, is your name Suzanne Xxxxxx?”.  She replied “No”, so I said “Ooops, sorry.”

I believe that this woman probably thought that I was somehow trying to make a feeble attempt to talk to her, to chat her up, which I was not.  When I got to the check out area, it looked like only register number 8 was open, where this woman was standing, so I tried to find another register to use, register number 1 was where I headed.

When I  left the store, I don’t know where this woman went, I didn’t see her, she probably took off as quickly as she could, though I was curious to see what kind of vehicle she had.

I sat in my truck eating french fries from Wendy’s and drinking my drink for a few minutes, when I saw a large new, navy-blue color, four-door, four-wheel-drive, Dodge 3500 diesel pick-up truck towing a twenty foot long flat bed trailer appear from around the corner.  The nice looking older woman was driving this truck.

On the flat bed trailer were a row of 8″-10″ diameter, 10′ long posts, strapped down with two heavy-duty tie-downs.  These posts were way too big to be fence corner posts, the only thing that I could think they were for was horse or cattle coral posts.  That Dodge truck was way too nice to be a farm truck, it was about a $70,000 truck.  I thought that she must live on a horse or cattle ranch.  Either a very large cattle ranch, or a hobby ranch.

I was curious to know who this woman belonged to.  I already described all the ways that she was attractive, and that she didn’t look like she was from here.  How far away was the ranch where she came from?  Just outside of Dickinson, where I wondered?

In any case, I was glad that I was not the one that was going to have to put those great big huge coral posts in the ground, one of those things probably weighed more than me.  It would nearly kill me putting those posts in the ground, and I was then glad that I had not made her acquaintance, if this is what she had in mind for me.

Update On My Badly Behaving Siamese Cat

Two months ago I wrote a blog post titled “I Am Troubled And Disappointed With My Siamese Cat”.  In that blog post I explained that I had owned about nine cats, and had lived with five cats that didn’t belong to me, and none of them attacked and bit me like this six month old Siamese cat.

I was hoping that a reader would offer an explanation or solution to this behavior, but no such luck.  I had already searched on the internet for behavior problems with Siamese cats, and the only useful information I got was to be on the look out for them turning on water faucets.

I talked to a woman from the small town in North Dakota where this kitten had been abandoned outside of a bar, before it hitched a ride in someone’s truck engine to the job site where I was working, and I asked her who the hell went and got a Siamese cat in the first place.  Did she know of any no-good Siamese cat families in the area?  I was suspicious about who this cat’s parents were.

Finally, an older friend of mine said that the reason why my previous cats didn’t bite me, was because they had other cats to interact with, play with, and fight with.  Cats bite, scratch, and wrestle with each other.  Because there were no other cats in my apartment, this cat attacked and bit me, like I was another cat.  This made sense.

I hadn’t wanted to resort to this, but I decided that I was going to have to spank this Siamese cat when it bit me, so that it would quit biting me.  As I explained to a couple of commentors, the local pet stores have many nice kittens and cats for adoption and placed in foster homes waiting to be adopted, that don’t attack and bite people.  I know that housewives with young children would not keep a cat that attacked and bit people, and this Siamese cat would be taken to the city animal shelter and be euthanized, being unfit for adoption.

The next time that this Siamese cat bit me way too hard, I grabbed him and spanked him.  On the first day, I probably had to spank him for two different bite incidents.  On the second day, I probably had to spank him for only one bite incident.  The third day, there were about two bite incidents.

After four or five days of getting spankings, this Siamese cat quit biting me too hard.  A month went by with him only nibbling at my feet when I was sleeping, or very moderate biting when I was sitting in my chair using my laptop.  He quit trying to bite or scratch me in the face.

He is currently still behaving pretty well.  He has always, always used his cat litter box, which is very good.  When I am in the living room, he comes and plays or sits in the living room.  When I am in my bedroom, he comes and plays or sits in my bedroom.

How To Act And Appear Respectable, Not Low Class And Trashy In Dickinson, North Dakota

A week ago I wrote a blog post article titled, “The Best Restaurant In Dickinson, North Dakota Is A Secret”.  In that article, I wrote about how good the food was in this restaurant, and that there weren’t any dirt-bag construction workers, oil field trash, no-good scum of the Earth meth addict women from Seattle, and other badly behaving people in this restaurant.

In this blog post, rather than express my frustration and disapproval by being mean and going on a rant, I will try to offer some suggestions about how people in Dickinson can act and appear respectable, and not low-class and trashy.

I stopped and thought about it, many people in Dickinson don’t know, they literally do not know that there is anything wrong or abnormal about their behavior, so it might be helpful for me to explain what not to do, and what they can do to act respectable:

What Not To Do:

  1. If you have been working for more than several hours doing physical labor where you have become dirty, hot, and sweaty, don’t go out to eat at a nice restaurant without taking a shower and putting on clean clothes.
  2. If you have not had a shower or changed clothes for more than 24 hours, don’t go out to eat at a nice restaurant without taking a shower and putting on clean clothes.
  3. If you, and the clothes that you have been wearing, have been sitting in a vehicle or inside all day around people smoking cigarettes, do not go out to eat a nice restaurant without taking a shower and putting on clean clothes.
  4. Do not wear dirty or smelly clothing to a nice restaurant.
  5. At a nice restaurant, or any public place, do not spit into a receptacle and carry this receptacle around or place it anywhere, especially not on top of a dining table.
  6. Do not speak so loudly that other people can hear you more than ten feet away when entering or dining in a nice restaurant.
  7. Do not discuss anything crude, gross, or inappropriate when dining in a nice restaurant.
  8. Do not use bad or offensive language, derogatory terms, or racial slurs when dining in a nice restaurant.
  9. Do not try to instigate a fight, threaten, or insult other people when dining in a nice restaurant.
  10. Do not shove, push, slap, hit, or wrestle with people in a nice restaurant, not even friends or family members.
  11. Do not throw things or do property damage when in a nice restaurant, not even in the parking lot.
  12. Do not stick your fingers inside of your mouth, your nose, your ears, or your pants when dining in a nice restaurant.
  13. Do not rev your truck engine and spin your tires in the parking lot of a nice restaurant.
  14. Do not leave your diesel truck idling in the parking lot of a nice restaurant, no one wants to listen to that noise, or smell that diesel exhaust.

What To Do:

  1. Bathe regularly, always use soap and shampoo.
  2. Wear a moderate amount of deodorant after bathing.
  3. Wash your clothes regularly, and make it a habit to wear clean clothes.
  4. Clean and trim your finger nails so that they are clean and nice looking.
  5. Wash your hands so that they are clean.
  6. Brush your teeth with toothpaste at least once per day.
  7. Clean your ears regularly.
  8. Get your hair cut at least once every three months.
  9. Trim your beard or facial hair at least once every two weeks.
  10. Try not to use swear words in conversation.

In many societies, it is the women who try to encourage and enforce good manners, but something long ago went wrong in Dickinson.  I think that due to the barrenness and extreme cold in North Dakota, it was so hard to survive, that the women here just gave up on encouraging and enforcing good manners.

Now that there are modern conveniences like automobiles, indoor plumbing, electricity, hot running water, and washing machines, I think that the women in Dickinson need to start trying to encourage good hygiene and good manners.

To be fair, I should point out that at least half of the badly behaving people in Dickinson are construction workers, oil field workers, and meth addict women from out-of-state.

Blond Woman In Dickinson Thinks She Has 9 Lives

Earlier this week in Dickinson, I was driving an older full-size pick-up truck that I own that has a six inch suspension lift and a large after-market front bumper.  I turned off of Villard Street into an older gas station downtown, and I slowed down quite a bit because I had to drive between two parked pick-up trucks in order to get to the next available gas pump.

From in front of the parked pick-up truck to my left, out walked a blond women only a few feet in front of me.  She didn’t look up, or look in my direction, as if I weren’t even there.  This was a shock to me.  This was about the closest that I had ever come in my life to accidentally hitting or running a person over while driving.

I was astonished, and I was upset about this.  I had no intention of getting into a car accident or running over a person on this day, but I almost couldn’t help it the way that this woman walked out in front of me.  Not only did I almost not stop in time, she was so close that I almost hit her before I even knew to put my foot on the brake pedal.

I looked at her as she walked in front of my truck and into the convenience store, as if she didn’t even realize that I was there, and I wondered to myself how she had managed to stay alive so long, being so stupid and careless.  Was she stupid, was there something wrong with her, was she upset, was she suicidal?

As I was putting gas in my truck, this blond woman walked back out of the convenience store towards the gas pumps.  I thought about stopping her and telling her how close I had come to accidentally running her over, and that she needed to look more carefully before walking out in front of cars.  She was about 40 years old, thin, pale, and kind of nervous acting, like she might have been upset about something or had something going on, so I decided to not say anything to her.

She walked over to a new black Camaro at the gas pump.  Then I thought to myself, maybe she is one of those “accident injury people”, who deliberately try to get hurt or injured so that they can sue other people in order to get money.  I have met some people who get new cars that way.

When this blond woman got into her new black Camaro, started it, and drove away, I saw that her vehicle license plate said, “9 LIVS”, and I thought to myself, what the fuck?