Surrounded by Beautiful Thai Women, I Forgot About The Poor Waitress Who Had A Crush On Me

Two years ago, I met a 19-year-old Thai waitress named Ploy in rural Thailand. She fell for me at first sight. Sent me "I miss you" messages. Got drunk and confessed her feelings. Asked me to come to a concert at her restaurant. I promised I would.

But when I walked into that concert, everything changed. I was surrounded by beautiful women. All giving me attention. All interested. And suddenly, the girl I'd promised to see didn't seem so important anymore.

This is a story about promises, temptation, and becoming someone you're not proud of.

⚠️ THIS IS NOT A FEEL-GOOD STORY:

I'm going to be brutally honest about what happened that night. About how I went from sympathetic to selfish. From keeping promises to chasing options. From being the "good guy" to being the guy who forgot why he came.

If you're looking for a redemption arc, this might not be it. This is about the moment when abundance eclipses obligation. When attention becomes more important than integrity.

📖 THE FULL STORY:

*Meeting Ploy (Two Years Ago)*
She was 19. A waitress at a rural Thai restaurant. Cute in a girl-next-door way. Not stunning, just... sweet.

The second time I visited, she showed up in revealing clothes. Trying to look sexy for me. But it didn't work—she just looked like a kid playing dress-up.

I joked: "Why are you wearing sexy clothes?"

She was hurt. I'd embarrassed her without meaning to.

*The "I Miss You" Message*
That night, she texted me three words in English: "I miss you."

It took her forever to type. Probably checked Google Translate multiple times. Three words carrying the weight of a 19-year-old's crush on a foreign man.

I knew what it meant. I knew what I represented: escape, money, possibility, romance. Everything her hard rural life wasn't.

But I also knew what I didn't want: to be her ATM. To be responsible for her family's financial problems.

*The Drunken Confession*
Next time I visited, she was drunk. Emotional. Told me everything:
Working to support poor parents
Sending money home for siblings
Carrying family expectations at 19
Developed crush on gentle foreign man (me)

I felt sympathy. Real sympathy. But sympathy isn't responsibility.