Chapter 1: Reborn as a Phoenix, the Story of Big Body
It's about that time. Life moves fast, and I haven't been the best at reporting or keeping up with it, but there are happenings to report.
If anyone didn't know, I moved to Saigon at the end of July due to my visa ending, and feeling relatively emotionally "stuck" in Taipei (likely attributed to my own doing). If you're curious the mindset I was in, you can check out some of the previous posts to see my Notebook-esque love story where by consensus ad idem (meeting of the minds), we agreed to end on good terms.
First, as an author pays homage to their deceased parents and lost loves, I would be remiss not to openly thank BGP for letting me stay with him and his girlfriend for the first few days while I settled in. They took me in, showed me around, lent me a towel to dry my sweaty balls with, and made this foreign land feel a little bit like home. Thank you BGP. You are a true roll dawg (Ruff Ryders' Anthem style) and I'm looking forward to stopping, dropping, shutting em down, and opening up shop more.
For starters, I feel alive - the best I've felt in 2 years. The emotional swings are far less volatile when you're surrounded by several like-minded individuals (once again, shout out to BGP and this time Gonzo too). Saigon is the Mr. Hyde to Taipei's Dr. Jekyll - lawless and uninhibited, raw and slightly vulgar, cruel and unforgiving. And, I do worry my inner barbarism is 12 beers, a balloon, and a single glance from a short-skirted local away from being unleashed.
However, it has charm and character by the rickshaw load. Hidden cafes, great nightlife, and above average international food. Plus, it actually doesn't feel as foreign as Taipei in certain ways, as it's a popular tourism destination - so, there is that comfort of seeing a brethren in arms quite frequently.
I think I've reached a point in my life where having lived both an emotionally volatile lifestyle and a stable one, that the stable one actually had me feeling relatively dead inside. Somewhat of a shell, knowing what to expect day in and day out, and not really living with focused purpose. That's not to say I think an emotionally volatile lifestyle is the best for me either. However, I think I tend to lean towards keeping my options open - meaning it lights a fire under my ass that the next full moon could lead to howling at the moon and waking up naked in the London Zoo (American Werewolf in London - watch it).
Some observations:
1. Vietnamese love balloons - This isn't in a wholesome way, or because they love throwing birthday parties for children. These people just love nitrus-oxide. More power to them, but caught me off guard.
2. Drugs are way too easy to get - Have been to Bui Vien Street a few times so far, and it's like Wan Chai on steroids. Shirtless, strung out locals approaching you with dirt-cheap and likely laced drugs. I always feel like the nerd who wants to ask a dealer 30 questions about
: where it came from, how many hands it passed through, if it pairs well with a red or white wine, and if it's gluten-free. Hard to do that here.
3. Lots of plastic surgery - A fair amount of the women I've seen just have monstrous, racism-ending, big fat titties. Personally, Big Body doesn't generally go for the silicone, but there's a lot of things I didn't think I'd grow to like in my life - like grapefruit juice, cheese out of a tube, and the French. Went to a baby shower of a professional mistress, who is taken care of and pops out kids on the reg. And, while she looked great in her pictures, there was a slight resemblance to the Saw doll that rides a tricycle.
4. Vietnamese like shooting the **** - Ordered a Grab the other day and gave the phone to my door guy to let the driver know how to get to my building, my door guy just wandered off and ended up sitting down on a bench to talk to the Grab driver for about 10 minutes. There's an uncanny ability for Vietnamese to make small talk with one another, and usually people have no problem saying something to one another in an elevator. I like it.
5. Cockfighting is a thing - BGP warned me about the chickens and roosters making noise outside of his apartment in the morning. Went out to search for an apartment one day and saw a group of people with two big ole' roosters going at it. Came home later that night to a group of people dancing to party music while a man hoisted his cock above his head - likely in triumph and celebration.
Female-wise, I've relatively stayed the course since the breakup, and mentally feel that it's been the right move. I haven't hooked (a bit scarred from that throat infection I was graced with in 2017), and still have a good amount of dust on my dick that needs to be brushed off. Pulled down my pants to piss the other day and a tumble weed started rolling across my pubes.
I will say that Vietnamese women are more traditional than anywhere I've lived in Asia (China, Hong Kong, and Taipei). However, that's not to say it's not a great place to be to meet women, and there are several fires in the oven - which Big Body is stoking and tending to very attentively. Also, shout out to the Vietnamese girl who I went on a date with last night, but wasn't really into, who threw a Hail Mary this morning and sent me a naked video. Sometimes in life, you need to ride donkeys to find that horse. Will follow up this post soon with one about the various girls I've been out with and some reflections.
Work has also been quite hectic, but I really am enjoying what I've been doing for the last 8-9 months now, and have learned a lot - especially working for myself and in blockchain. More reflections to come on that, as an ICO I was advising on hit some interesting bumps, and there's some good lessons to be learned.
That's all for now, but there's a lot coming and it feels good to be back.
One love and hope everyone is grand,
Big Body Boris
Last edited by BorisTheHead; 08-19-2018 at 09:55 AM.