Wan di, wan mai di (part 2)

I had just emailed my first WDWMD column or grandfather called out at the door if I was home. Ajarn Christini, I called and then he came in.

He acted a bit skittish (I don't know him like that at all) and had a piece of paper in his hand. In his best English he asked if I could check something on Facebook. Yes, I said, no problem.

He showed me a name on the piece of paper. Who is that, I asked? Well, he told me. That is a man from the Czech Republic, about 40 years old. I suspect that my girlfriend chats with him every day, that she has certain feelings of love for him and maybe even shows some body parts through the cam on her cell phone.

I turned on my computer and logged into my own facebook page. I typed in the name written on the piece of paper and pressed ENTER. Not known. Are you sure the name is spelled correctly, I asked him. I tried a few other spellings but didn't get much further than 'unknown'.

Whose other name is on the piece of paper, I asked grandfather. That's my girlfriend, my gig, he said. Shall I see if I can find out more via her Facebook page? Well please, grandfather replied, because I want to know if she's cheating on me behind my back.

I typed in her name and sure enough, his gig had a page and the name was spelled correctly. Now take a look at her list of facebook friends. Little success because all her friends are Thai. She does look good, I let slip, nice legs too. Yes, she is 34 years old, grandfather said. Now I know that he is 64 years old. A difference of 30 years is significant, but it will probably keep him sharp in bed, but now also outside of it.

However, he is naive enough to think that he is the only man in her life. And apparently he's jealous too. She lives in his flat not far from here, has no real paid job (but makes up some expensive-looking dolls, a kind of Barbie; I can see on her Facebook) and spends all day watching TV or chatting online with (probably preferably) foreign men.

Grandfather pays for everything. For six years, he told me. I don't think I can do more for you for now, I told him. Try to check if the name is spelled correctly. Then I'll keep looking, I promised him.

Well the pleasure(s), not the burdens

When my wife got home, I told her the story. A bad woman, she judged. Sometimes she comes into the building here and hands over the grandfather's dirty laundry, waits for the cab, and then gets right back in. Well the pleasure(s), not the burdens. I'll teach her a lesson. She then created a profile on Thailovelinks on the assumption that she (and also the Czech) is active there. And an in-depth criminal investigation has been launched.

Maybe grandfather should make a phone call to Washington, to Barack Obama. He can certainly tell him in 5 minutes with whom, how long and when tarmac chat and/or show her beauties.

Chris de Boer