In case I ever accidentally kill someone with my homemade Tom Yum Goong, I know that I will hide somewhere in Cambodia, the land of the outlaws and drunk foreigners. I also haven’t seen any expats who works in a local bank or software company.The only people I saw were old foreigners who drink more beer in one day than the average German in a lifetime.Of course, all that doesn't include any special issues my dream guy might have in tow, as well.
There is no shame in letting them know your married dating fantasies.I finally turned to Anna and said "Your brother is making me crazy today! It drives everyone crazy."And then I started thinking.I keep imagining that at some point, all this will be done and I'll be dating and life will go merrily along.I don’t know why, but most girls I talked with online and in Phnom Penh could actually talk to me. There are a lot of beautiful girls and many of them are single.They dream about their Western prince, but he never comes.
They desperately want to meet decent Western men, but the only guys that show up are alcoholic sex tourists. That’s how amazing it is when you connect with girls that other men ignore. The average Khmer woman is 1.52 meters tall…or should I better say small?