When you first meet him, you want to get away from him. He isn't the type of guy you'll take home. No way. I mean, if you have traditional parents, they won't accept him. If you have adventurous parents, they'll love him. He is eccentric. Your friends don't know him and they love judging him. They think he is wrong for you. He has quite a reputation, and not the best kind. A lot of people aren't able to handle him. He is misunderstood. He is raggedy. And dirty. He smells, and not the best kind of smell. He is loud. Busy. Noisy. Chaotic. Messy. Confusing. Unstructured. Disorganized…
He is a party animal. He is always late… for everything. He suffers from insomnia. He is chill as can be. Everything will be ok, don't worry – he says. He is a flip-flop, shorts, I-don't-care-how-I -look- type of guy. You will always spot him with a beer in hand. He confuses the hell out of you, yet, you come back for more. He makes you angry. Really angry. You go to bed with inexplicable emotions running around your head. Why are you so angry? You don't know. You just are. But he also makes you happy. He makes you appreciative of the little things. He makes you realize pieces of yourself, things that no one else could have helped you unravel. You start becoming like him. You are chill, really chill. He gives you hope, faith. Optimism. He makes you dream with your eyes wide open. And, anything is possible when you are around him.
You will try to convince your parents that it takes some time to love him, and if they give him a chance, they too will fall in love with him. But no one has time to fall in love with him. He has a bad reputation. You either love him or hate him. That’s how it works.
It took sometime to fall in love with him. Days. Weeks. Months. I didn’t want to get to know him. I didn’t care.
And one day, I discovered that he is actually a she.
And that’s when I knew that I was in love. S/he grew in my heart. I knew I loved her when I realized that there was more to her than what they make it to be. I gott to know her. Talked to her. Walked all over her, literally. Spent quality time with her and realized that I was in love.
She is the type of girl who wears fancy dresses. She will make you spend big dollars. You'll drop 3,000 dollars on a night out. Just because. She smells like Christmas wrapping paper, and makes you feel like Independence day. You feel fireworks when you are around her. Something about her makes you feel right. She is a cocktail, type of girl. She is an old soul. You will always spot her with her family. She has porcelain skin and smiles all day long. Her smile is contagious. You constantly have a smile plastered on your face. No reason at all. She is kind. She is peaceful. She is a peacemaker. She accepts your imperfect self and you accept her for who he is. Her motto sounds a bit like: same – same but different.
If you ever encounter her, you will know exactly what I mean. You'll go places. You'll visit other cities. Meet other people. See new things, but nothing ever compares to him. And mark my words, if you fall in love with her, you will be back for him.
Yup, you will be purchasing your one way ticket to Bangkok in no time.
See, Bangkok is the type of place that holds no specific gender. Bangkok grows in you. On you. Over you. Behind and in front of you. Bangkok can easily be a he, or a she. No matter where I go, my mind always dwells back to Bangkok. Bangkok is part of me. I always think of its busy streets. Rainbow taxis. Tuk-Tuks. Crowded alleys. Ladyboys. Overwhelming traffic. Delicious street food. …
And, my mind always thinks of my beautiful students who taught me a thing, or two, about life.
I always, always, always think of Bangkok.
And no matter what I do in life, or where I go, Bangkok will always be in my heart.
I may be back, I may not. But I will always thank Bangkok for helping me build confidence and realize that I can do anything and be anything.
I hope you give BkK a chance, and you end up falling in love with BKK too.