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In the late 80's and early 90's, I made many trips to the Coffee Boy in Chiang Mai. It was a go-go bar (of sorts) set in a house where a makeshift stage was placed in the living room, with seating there and a connecting room. As I recall, we sat on the floor, shoeless, of course, with large pillows for comfort. The Coffee Boy also had lodging with individual air-conditioned bungalows. Breakfast was served to the guest in a patio between the bungalows and the house. In my opinion, the Coffee Boy was pure heaven. I know others did not always share that opinion as the host, a man called Lulu, seemed to some to be controversial. In many stays, I had no problem with him. On my first visit to the bar, I was quite taken with a guy who seemed to be a customer, as he sat in the room fully clothed, and chatting with others around him. Oh, what a smile he had. When he left, he stopped to let me know that he had noticed my attention to him, and informed me that he was, indeed, a working guy. so, the next night I went to the bar called Adam, where he danced. He saw me and we chatted briefly before he got on stage. I had the feeling that his sexy dance was for me. Haha. My plan was to off him as soon as he got offstage, only to find that someone else had arranged with the manager to off him while he was still on stage. I was crushed. So, I guaranteed him for the next night and learned the harsh Thai lesson of not waiting when you see Mr. Right. Take him immediately!!! We finally got together, and it was a delight, but my trip was coming to a close. I returned six months later and offed him for the whole week. I was not disappointed. One day I planned a trip to Mae Sai, a town bordering Myanmar. Naturally one invited anyone staying at the Coffee Boy who was interested, and of course I took my guy. (His name was not a simple one, so I called him Shalom as it sounded roughly like that.) The route to Mae Sai goes through Chiang Rai, and, unknownst to me, my guy's family home. Of course I could not say no when he asked to stop there. It was a nice house, and his room demonstrated his popularity with customers. He had a huge closet filled with nice clothes that he never wore. If you have ever been to a Thai home, you have noticed that the host entertains. He promptly went out to buy liquor. We drank a bit, and then he took us to the local temple where a festival was ongoing. I found myself dancing (okay, gyrating with my hands in the air) with a woman who was my guy's mother! Yes, she was smiling and dancing with the guy who was fucking her son. She didn't seem to be bothered by that. Once we returned to the house, the liquor came out again, and I realized that my trip to the border was becoming usurped. For the only time in my many stays in Thailand, I did not show a cool heart. Not that I said anything, I guess I didn't need to. My guy was immediately apologetic, and scurried to end the party so we could be on our way. I felt really bad about my show of distress. We got to Mae Sai, and ate at a place right next to the border. At that time, westerners could not enter the country, so I settled for a picture of my friend and I at the sign. Then I promptly got a horrible case of turista, and went to the restaurant's toilet. Imagine my shock to see just a hole in the floor. I had no choice, and there was no toilet paper. But I immediately set out with my guy to find some as I knew I would need it. We went up and down the main street, which at that time was not much more than a dirt road with unadorned shops. (We finally found what we were looking for, but it was only his Thai that found it.) He nursed me as I became quite ill for several days. I count that week as the best time I ever had in Thailand. My guy spoke English and had a US visa, he let me know. Apparently a San Diego restaurant owner took him home with him to work in his restaurant. It ended badly as the American guy hit him when he didn't like something.) I saw my guy on other occasions, but the last time was sad. I had just crossed Suriwong in Bangkok when I heard my name being called. Yes, it was him. Even though my needs had been met for the night, I took him to the Suriwong, but he was nothing like I remembered. He hustled me along and quickly left. I was surprised to learn that he was working at the sleazy Twilight Bar. Years later I was staying at P.J. Place in Chiang Mai and one of the owners took me to the Coffee Boy site. The buildings were near collapse, and the place seemed much smaller than I remembered. I wished I hadn't gone to see it, but it was easy to forget the ruins and remember the glory.