I've been to Thailand at least 20 times. I have become adept at spotting and avoiding "imposters".
I still giggle when I hear a (usually British) tourist screaming at his friends about his unfortunate encounter so loud that the entire hotel can hear his sad story of the unexpected wiener.
Oh there is a reason for my choice.
He was being a smart ass and put on his girlfriends pink cheetah yoga pants. She snapped a pic and posted it. I never mentioned it. Just went the decorator route.