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…and doing another.

Drinking, meeting boys, and bowling in Luang Prabang, Laos.

In retrospect: showing a guy the condom that you keep in your purse and telling him that you have your own room may send a strong signal.

Like that he should ask if he should come upstairs before he even kisses you. And that when you stupidly let him, he has a condom on within 5 minutes despite you telling him not to bother.

And so you roll over and tell him to leave.

 

I had come to Luang Prabang to detox from the heavy drinking and boys I’d been having for the last week in Vang Vieng, and, really, the last month in Asia.

I needed me time, time to think. I really had every intention of retiring to my room for the night to watch whatever movie was playing on HBO.

And then I ran into my friend Lloyd.

We ended up drinking my afternoon away, chatting at a bar overlooking the main road. Soon we were joined by a couple of Canadian men, one of whom was celebrating his fifty-somethingeth birthday.

Luang Prabang, Laos

Luang Prabang, Laos

Luang Prabang, Laos

Luang Prabang, Laos

Later that night we moved on to Utopia, closing it out, and then went to the bowling alley. Because the bowling alley was the only place open until 2am.

Utopia bar in Luang Prabang, Laos

Utopia bar in Luang Prabang, Laos

Utopia bar in Luang Prabang, Laos

Utopia bar in Luang Prabang, Laos

Utopia bar in Luang Prabang, Laos

Utopia bar in Luang Prabang, Laos

Utopia bar in Luang Prabang, Laos

The bowling alley was packed with backpackers with no where else to go. And so my group had to play in teams. Which made the game unbearably long because everyone kept forgetting when it was their turn and everyone kept accidentally bowling for someone else. Because everyone was drunk. So drunk that the birthday man flipped over the entire table of everyones beers onto himself. He kept saying, “it’s not the first time I’ve been covered in beer.”

One of the guys was wearing a purse he’d bought and started describing all the random stuff you can fit in it. I told him that, other than “heroin,” I had everything he said in my purse. My bowling partner asked, “a condom?” And so, yes, I showed it to him.

Bowling alley in Luang Prabang, Laos

Bowling alley in Luang Prabang, Laos

Bowling alley in Luang Prabang, Laos

Bowling alley in Luang Prabang, Laos

Bowling alley in Luang Prabang, Laos

Bowling alley in Luang Prabang, Laos

Bowling alley in Luang Prabang, Laos

My bowling partner and I took a tuktuk back somewhere around two in the morning, something that’s hard to do when you really have no idea where your guesthouse is. But we found it.

He walked me to my door and then asked if I wanted him to come upstairs or leave. I felt like it was rather abrupt for someone who hadn’t tried to make any moves. And then he kissed me.

And I wanted to make out with him. Just a little. Just kiss for a bit.

It may not seem like it but I’m actually very picky about who I sleep with. I don’t go to bed with just anyone.

But I said OK that he could come upstairs. And I just wanted to make out. But way too soon afterwards he was getting out a condom, despite me saying no. And kept trying to have sex with me, despite me saying no. So I pushed him away and told him to leave.

I locked the door behind him and started reassessing my need to reassess. I came to Luang Prabang to get away from drinking and boys but found them anyways. And I was there drinking in places not nearly as fun and kissing boys I didn’t like nearly as much as the ones I left behind…

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4 Comments
  • Erik
    January 23, 2012 at 5:45 pm

    Love the introspection. I think you are on to something….

  • Jaime
    January 26, 2012 at 4:28 am

    Oh wow…lol… damn you are crazier than me. I’m so jealous. Beer it is the root of all evil in travel…sometimes.

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