One day I went to visit *P'Wanda to get my nails done. I met her at my guesthouse where she had come to help her boyfriend find a room. Wanda is a Thai woman, 35 years old, incredibly friendly and sweet, amazing person, with a youthful heart. I liked her right aways. We chatted while she did my nails and I found out a bit about her life. She talked about when she was younger, she loved to drink and party, she misses those days, it was fun. But she said she had many broken hearts. One man from Hawaii, one from Australia, and in those days she saved so much money. Perhaps I am wrong to assume why, its not the politest question to ask. This situation however seems to be another face of the prostitution in Thailand, and in fact, it is not really prostitution at all or is it? Is it all a matter of perspective? Some women here would not see it as such, but rather they might see themselves as opportunists. They are seeking love, and a way to support themselves and their families. Foreigners might supply this need. Wanda explained that her foreign boyfriends never understood her need to take care of her family, they would want to provide just for her. It seems there is the fear from these men of being used. And perhaps the fear is warrented based on the circumstances. In these situations, love, fear, lust, money and cultures collide providing an adequate incubator for insecurity and a lack of trust from both sides.
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