One (1) Saturday. August 1st. Chiang Mai. All day.
You're already there — I'm the one catching the flight.
Compiled from two encounters, Bangkok. Peer review pending — over dinner, ideally.
Genuinely dangerous. Should require a permit. I've seen it twice in Bangkok and I've been thinking about it in three time zones since.
Verdict — killer. Want more anyway
Shanghai. Kansas. LA. That's not a biography, that's a heist movie. Nobody collects those three cities by accident.
Verdict — sequel requested
Two conversations in and I'm convinced you're either a spy, a vampire, or a pirate. Possibly all three. I'm not scared. I'm intrigued.
Verdict — clearance requested
The way you talk. Two meetings was not enough runway. Which brings us to everything we left unfinished —
Verdict — to be continued below
Evidence attached. The photo speaks for itself, and so does the fact that you're still reading this.
Verdict — obviously
Tap a thread to see why it keeps me up at night. These cannot be resolved over text.
Continued in person — p. 04
Five plans for one day. Pick one, pick all — I cleared the whole calendar.
← Drag the rail →
Warorot Market at golden hour. Coffee, khao soi, and me watching you try things while pretending I'm not staring.
A progressive food crawl across as many markets as your legs allow. Every stall is a crime scene. We leave no skewer behind.
Doi Suthep at sunset. Very respectful. Very scenic. The only thing glowing more than the gold will be that smile — not a line, a forecast.
Night bazaar under the lanterns. This is where the blushing is scheduled to occur. Yours. Probably also mine.
At the stroke of twelve, I vanish like a gentleman. No messages after midnight. A vampire respects an invitation; I respect a curfew.
One word. I'll handle everything else. The flight's already booked anyway.
Next step: message me the word "Saturday." That's it. That's the whole form.
Terms & conditions — No public kissing · Hands certified · Smile quota unlimited
This offer expires never, but August 1st only comes once.