Choosing the Girl No One Picks in Pattaya’s Erotic Scene

Barfine Roulette: What Happens When You Choose the Girl No One Else Picks

Every man in Thailand thinks he’s making choices. In Nana Plaza, Soi Cowboy, or LK Metro, we pick our poison—sweet and soft, wild and loud, young and fresh, or tattooed and sultry. But what if, for once, you flipped the script?

What if you barfined the girl no one ever chooses?

The Setup: Pattaya, Beer Bars, and Bad Ideas

It was a sticky Saturday night in Pattaya Walking Street, and I had no plan. I wandered past the gogo bars like a man who’d seen it all. Because I had. Bangkok, Chiang Mai, even a few oil massage parlors that smelled like lavender and broken promises.

I slid into a random beer bar halfway down LK Metro and ordered a Leo. A group of girls sat near the pole, mostly chatting, half-heartedly dancing.

They were all trying—except one.

She was older. Maybe mid-30s. Not ancient, not fresh. Thick eyeliner. Slight belly. Red lipstick that didn’t quite match her skin tone. She was there but not present.

So I walked straight up to her and said, “You want to go?”

She looked at me like I was playing a prank. “Me?”

“Yes. You.”

She blinked, stood up slowly, and said something I’ll never forget:
“No one pick me in two week.”

Barfine Accepted

We left the bar and walked quietly. She said her name was Dao, which means star. She wasn’t drunk, wasn’t giggly, and didn’t touch my arm like the other girls do.

She was just real.

I asked why she thought men didn’t choose her.

She said, “I not skinny. I not young. But I know what man need.”

That sentence echoed like temple bells.

The Room, the Mood, the Unexpected

Back at my hotel, I braced for awkwardness. But Dao didn’t strip. Didn’t pounce. She took a shower, came out wrapped in a towel, and asked if I wanted her to massage me first. Not the “oil massage parlor” kind. Just her hands. No music. No timer.

She touched me like I mattered. Not like I was a customer. Like I was a man who hadn’t been touched in a long time.

Eventually, she leaned down and kissed me.

And it wasn’t hot—it was human.

We didn’t have porn-star sex. We had something softer. Intimate. Like two people who knew how lonely the world could be.

The Morning After: Noodles and Truth

She stayed the night. In the morning, she went out and bought me Thai iced coffee and grilled pork skewers.

“I don’t charge for food,” she joked.

Before she left, she said:
“Next time, maybe you pick me again. Maybe not. But thank you.”

And she walked off barefoot, her sandals in her hand, humming a song I didn’t know.

What Barfine Roulette Really Means

There are thousands of female escorts, sugar babies, massage girls, and casual encounters waiting in Pattaya, Bangkok, and every sexy corner of Thailand.

But not all nights need to be wild. Not all girls need to be stars. Sometimes, the best experience is the one no one else is chasing.

Barfine roulette isn’t about winning or losing. It’s about letting go of the checklist, the fantasy, the performance.

It’s about connection, even in the most unexpected places.

And sometimes… that’s the sexiest thing of all.