An old cowboy goes into a bar and orders a drink. As he sits there sipping his whiskey, a young lady sits down next to him. She turns to the cowboy and asks him. "Are you a real cowboy?"
He replies, "Well, I've spent my whole life on the ranch, herding horses, mending fences, and branding cattle, so I guess I am.'
She says, "I'm a lesbian. I spend my whole day thinking about women. As soon as I get up in the morning, I think about women. When I shower or watch TV, everything seems to make me think of women."
A little while later, a couple sits down next to the old cowboy and asks him, "Are you a real cowboy?"
He replies, "I always thought I was, but I just found out I'm a lesbian."
Believe it or not, life for a visiting straight man in Bangkok is not that easy, not least if you're trying to get about at Soi Cowboy and Nana Plaza. Not that I am not complaining, but soon the very thought that you're trapped in a kingdom occupied by the whole Republic of Trannies just grows on you. Again, I'm not complaining. AlI I ever wanted is some old-fashioned that I can hit on with peace of mind, like the tried-and-true, delicious fare at Samboon and Vientiane, you know what I'm saying?