The topic of navigating inter-cultural relationships in Thailand is something that comes up a lot in books, bars, and especially on the web. In Bangkok, it’s kind of assumed that a foreigner will have a Thai girlfriend – with a few thousand of us and a few million of them, it’s simply a numbers game. (So much so that it’s still a bit odd when you see a foreign guy with a foreign girl, or even odder, a foreign girl with a Thai guy, but that’s another post). The topic was being discussed and dissected long before I was even born, but I’ve been mulling it for a while and wanted to put something down on, err, a thin liquid crystal display panel. Obviously, this post will be from the perspective of a foreigner (that’s me) and will obviously not cover both sides of the coin, but I’d like to hear what you think.

I now laugh at my naiveté when I first got here, asking questions on what to expect when I dove into the dating game. I got lots of advice – some of it good, most of it bad – but kept wondering to myself how these guys had convinced themselves that Thai women were fundamentally different from Canadian women, or Spanish women, or Australian women. “We’re all human,” I thought, “there can’t be that much difference.” Well, clearly I was an idiot, because there are differences, maybe not in any biological sense, but in the way your partner-from-another-culture (PFAC) acts, thinks, digests input, and forms output. In my meager (some would say “sad”) experience, I’ve had girlfriends from Thailand, Canada, and Europe, and there are definitely little nuances here and there that you have to be ready to handle.

I won’t get into them in any detail because I’m still slightly mystified and scared by women that would take up way too much space. But what I do want to talk about is the importance of finding a counterweight to offset those differences.

It's not relevant yet, but read on.

It’s not relevant yet, but read on.

I think it’s safe to say that no matter how much you and your PFAC see eye-to-eye, there are still certain details, certain elements, certain viewpoints, that you simply will not be able to bridge, and this is where you need a counterweight – something that can help settle any cultural butterflies that might rear their ugly, acid-tongued heads. For me, this is my friends.

For instance, no matter how well my girlfriend and I get along, she won’t understand what I mean when I say “This soup needs more cowbell!” while my friends will bust out laughing; similarly, her and her friends are baffled when I don’t immediately cover my head when a light rain starts to fall (Thais think you’ll catch a cold). My friends help me feel at home; they remind me that I’m not alone here, and that my goofy jokes and cultural nuances come from somewhere that matters to them too. I’m lucky in that my girlfriend understands this, and doesn’t think I spend an inordinate amount of time with my friends. She knows I need to in order to stay healthy, and in order to avoid the boredom that may come with 100% cultural immersion. I know some guys whose ladyfriend doesn’t get that, and I think it’s too bad.

There are more of these cultural counterweights – television shows, movies, videogames, and plenty of social events, clubs and discussion groups that keep you grounded to your culture, but for me, it’s my friends. Because as much as I love my girlfriend, I really do appreciate it when someone asks me if I know where Bigus Dickus is.