Have you ever tried to turn an escort into a real girlfriend? How did that go?

Yep. Tried it once. Thought I was smarter than the average sucker.
She was sweet, stayed the night without asking for money the first couple times, even turned down a gift once. I thought, “this one’s different.”

We did dates. We laughed. We had deep convos about life and family.
Then I found out she was seeing three other “boyfriends” — two local, one in Singapore — all doing the same thing I thought was exclusive.

I wasn’t mad she had other guys. I was mad I believed the fantasy.

Lesson learned: if she met you through a transaction, chances are you’re just part of the rotation — no matter how good it feels.

But hey, no regrets. Every king needs to lose his crown once to earn it back.

I tried once, and it nearly broke me. We stopped doing paid sessions, I paid for her rent instead, and I was even introducing her to my friends as my girlfriend. But slowly, she pulled away—no more affection, stopped replying to messages unless it involved money. Eventually, I found out she was still working on the side. It crushed me. The power dynamic is always there, even when you pretend it's not.

Yes—and no. I never formally “made her my girlfriend,” but we did travel together, stay in hotels, go shopping—without talking money. I thought we were headed toward something real. But then I saw her in another bar a few months later, cozying up to a different guy with the same routine. That’s when I realized: she wasn’t the exception. I was just the Thursday client.

Yeah, I was dumb enough to try it. She stayed sweet for a few weeks, then started flaking, getting “busy,” and suddenly had an emergency every time rent was due. I was playing boyfriend — she was playing sponsor. Lesson learned: don’t fall for someone who’s faking love for a living.

Big mistake. She played along, made me feel special, then ghosted once I stopped sending cash. You can’t buy love in Thailand—it’ll always be a rental.

Tried it once. For a few weeks, it felt real—movies, dinners, even met her cousin. But behind the scenes, she was still seeing clients. Painful lesson: love and business don’t mix.