Walking Street, Your Bar Tab

Red and white gingham top and pants, hair down, hand over my mouth on Walking Street. The lights are bright, the music is loud, and everyone is looking in exactly the direction I want them to.

I did not pay for a single drink tonight. I walked into two bars, smiled, and a round appeared on the table each time. That is the kind of night I was hoping for.

Pattaya is easy when you know what you are doing. You dress cute, you walk slow, you pretend you did not see the guy holding the door. He still buys the drink.

If you want to be on the other end of that wave tonight, send a bar tab. I will find somewhere to spend it.