Or do like Stickman and become a detective. It’s quite a lucrative little sideline, I hear.
Yay! I am pleased to report a documented happy farang-Thai relationship. See here.
Excerpt: “Doug and Kathy were married for 32 years before Doug died of brain cancer at age 61 on June 20 at their home in Boise.”
My own Thai wife and I are well on our way to that. (Except hopefully not for the brain-cancer-at-61 part, plus I don’t live in Boise. And my name’s not Doug. Nor is my wife’s Kathy. Otherwise, it could be us someday.)
RIP, Doug. 
And in other bargirl news, here we have the tale of a retired British gent murdered recently by his ex-bargirl wife and her Thai boyfriend. The writers are long-time Thailand-based reporters. Drummond in particular writes extensively on Thai-farang crime.
And here is a good article, “Where an Older Man Can Think He Is Debonair,” by the co-author of Hello My Big Big Honey! Love Letters to Bangkok Bar Girls and Their Revealing Interviews. I have that book, which is, as the title suggests, a collection of letters between bargirls and their sponsors. The book is a fascinating read.
Because the term also means “stranger” and in some contexts “enemy”, which is not uncommon in many cultures.