“You want boom-boom?”
A middle-aged man pops out from the shadows and asks, smiling solicitously. He wags a phone, a pretty young thing’s pic on the screen. The PYT could be a lady, a boy, or a ladyboy – you can’t entirely say in Bangkok. The man has his audience covered.
In the context, I grasp what boom-boom means. It also helps that my friends are smiling deviously from the sidelines. I turn down the proposition by walking away. But my friends take over. “You can’t come all the way here and do nothing…” “You need to loosen up…”
I don’t know. To me, boom-boom is how my heart goes on finding someone who makes you feel parallel lines can somehow meet. And how the same heart feels when the person decides to get off mid-journey. Not the sound of multiple body parts contorting on a bed.
My friends look more disappointed than that pimp. We get back to our hotel. They rush to their rooms to prepare for their boom-boom providers who will be arriving later. I trudge to mine.
Love isn’t easy. But if you aren’t one for easy lays either, is your love life all… doom-doom?
This was a submission for Arre Love Stories.