This was in November of 2017. I was in Phuket for a holiday with a bunch of friends. While we were there, I turned on Tinder just to see what I’d match with.
I matched with this pretty Thai girl, with short wavy hair – Gun. She didn’t speak much English, but she understood enough for us get a conversation going. After chatting on Tinder for a bit, we exchanged numbers.
I thought we’d continue to chat over WhatsApp, but she preferred talking on the phone. She called a few times, which I didn’t like.
Generally, I avoid talking on the phone – it feels too much like an obligation. Also, I was there with friends, so I didn’t want to break off from them and be glued on my mobile.
Still, we had a few short conversations. On the phone, she tells me I sound like a little kid. I thought that was a bit rude, but I laughed it off. (Red flag 1)
We finally decide to meet at a bar in Patong after a few days. She calls (naturally), and says she wants to bring a friend. I figured she was feeling nervous, so I tell her sure.
She arrives earlier, and I show up to the bar 10 minutes later. I recognise her immediately – she’s as beautiful as she is in her photos. She sees me and waves me over.
I expected a warm greeting, but she gives me a curt hi, and continues listening to the band with her friend. Uh-oh. Not the best start (red-flag 2).
10 minutes later, and she hasn’t said a word to me nor looked at me once. I try to initiate conversation, but it’s too noisy to talk (or at least, she’s using it as an excuse to not talk to me).
It’s off to a bad start, but I’m chill, so I join in and listen to the band too. I tried buying drinks for her and her friend, but they rejected it.
Here’s where the ‘date’ crashed and burn.
About 15 minutes in, she whips out her phone, and writes a text. It’s for me.
Just to clarify, she didn’t write it on her phone and showed it to me – she sent an actual text to my phone. While I was right next to her.
She literally typed it out, sent it, and then looked back at the band, without so much as a glance in my direction.
Her text said that more of her friends are coming, and that maybe I should go back first.
At this point I’m trying to rank her on my top 10 worst-bitches-ever hall of shame, but I didn’t want her to think she frazzled me.
So, I smile at her, wave goodbye, and move over to the table directly next to hers, where I bought drinks for someone else. Never talked to her again.
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