Bali Stories – Part 2
An all girls holiday, tropical destination. I know what your thinking, romance, nights out surrounded by exotic men, maybe even a little hanky panky. Well sorry to dissapoint but the only sex on the beach I got was in the form of a cocktail!
The purpose of our holiday was for relaxation, of course being 3 single women the idea of romance was there. Maybe our first mistake was to stay in a 5 star hotel in the classier (if you can call it that) Legian. Mostly full of families and honeymooning couples with sickening displays of affection for all to see, of course Im just jealous. We also tried as hard as possible to sit as far away from the childrens pool as possible, although all the good looking men were the dads, can’t hurt to look.
Now it’s not to say we didn’t attract attention, being darker skinned with black hair I got asked if I was Balinese and even Japanese. Obviously I blended in, on the other hand my fair skinned blonde girlfriend was well liked by the locals, even getting a marriage proposal from one Balinese man. He asked her if she had ever had a black man, to which she replied no. He then said “I may be small but Im good”. I don’t think he was referring to his height. My other girlfriend made the mistake of talking to an older French man in the pub, a simple “Bon Soir”, and she was stuck. He tried and tried to no avail to win her heart. If only he was 20 years younger and not French. Every day walking down the street men would call out, “hello darling, don’t I know you”, or “where have you been all my life”. Please, I came to Bali to escape all of that.
Our first night out to the local pub was probably the best. A great night of Bintang, Cocktails and Karaoke. We met a group of people from Oz, in Bali for a mates wedding, they had a week long party leading up to the nuptials. Thats my idea of a wedding. I met one of the male guests this night, a nice guy from Queensland. We got talking most of the night and ended up swapping numbers (on our Legian pub head bands covered in sweat, romance), and arranged to meet up the following night. I was pretty happy thinking I might just be in for some holiday romance. So we meet up the following night and were happily chatting at the bar when he dropped the bombshell, ” yeah my partner back home is coming over this week for the wedding”. He keep talking but my mind clicked off and went elsewhere. What the? Funny he didn’t mention her last night when he was chatting me up! I just kept smiling and nodding while my girlfriend kicked me under the table as if to say, what a jerk. Oh well another one bites the dust, it’s not the first and won’t be the last dishonest guy I meet. I seem to attract them. I decided then and there that this holiday was to enjoy and gave up on the thought of hooking up with anyone. Of course one of the girls did get a pash this first night but my lips are sealed.
Our single girls holiday was a blast. We swam, we ate, we sang, we drank and ate some more. And I loved every minute of it, the freedom to do what I wanted, when I wanted. I spent all my money on myself, and my biggest worry was what to wear to dinner. I didn’t see the news for 9 days which was not a bad thing, had no internet, and only sent and recieved a few text messages. I didn’t have a care in the world and I thoroughly enjoyed it. Of course it all had to end, back home to reality and the freezing cold. Until next time anyway.
Salamat Berpisah
Posted in Life, Love and Relationships on June 18th, 2009 by Blog Admin | | 0 Comments
Keeping up Appearances
Recently looking at a photo of a man or should I say gorilla, I commented to a friend that I wouldn’t go out with him because he was too hairy. And I’m talking all over head to toe black hair. My friend very politely commented that sometimes “beggars can’t be choosers”! Was I being unfair? Are looks the most important thing when looking at potential partners?
Well firstly I do think beauty is in the eye of the beholder, what I find attractive may differ from the next woman. I have a thing for curly hair, nice teeth and the ability to hold a conversation with me. My girlfriend on the other hand only dates guys built like a mack truck, no conversation necessary. And lets face it we aren’t all Megan Gale and Johnny Depp lookalikes (two of my fantasy people}. According to a study called Real People, Real Answers, 91% of women believe a man’s attitude is more important than his looks. This is not giving men permission to stop shaving, wear thongs with socks or let go of that slow developing beer belly! Women still want the whole package which includes a man who dresses well, is well groomed and can hold a conversation, amongst other things. As I’ve said before being a good kisser is way up there on my list of requirements!
So what do men look for in women? According to the survey 63% of men prefer women with curves. Hallelujah! So I can stop eating lettuce and pounding the pavement for hours on end {as if!}. But it’s good to know we don’t all have to be a thin leggy blond with big boobs, great smile, long legs, and the list goes on. Men would definately look at a woman like this if she walked past but wouldn’t necessarily want to seriously date her . I have asked a few male friends if they agree with this. They all agreed it would be great to date a stunner for a while but they would end up feeling jealous of other guys gawking. And would be more comfortable with someone with a comparable level of attractivness. In other words not better looking than them!
So while looks are important, they soon fade. If I’ve been on a blind date, I always rate them on whether I wanted to jump across the table and pash them. This is more to do with their personality than their looks. I always say a man can be attractive unll he opens his mouth. Arrogance and stupidity the biggest turn offs. As I’m sure are women who are more in love with themselves and the mirror.
So when finding love it’s not all about looks but I’m sticking to my no extra hairy men requirement. Although with the waxing available these days…..
Posted in Dating, Love and Relationships on November 20th, 2008 by Blog Admin | | 2 Comments
Pash On
Basically my chin was so red I looked remotely like a troll doll, you know those ugly things with the little red round chins and spiky hair. Then after a day or two it dries out and peels! So attractive. Now how do I explain this? Eczema usually works or how about I accidentally sandpapered my chin whilst fixing up an old cupboard? Maybe not. This does however bring up a few questions, am I too old to have pash rash? Am I a bad kisser or do I have a large sticky outtie chin???Well firstly I’ve been told I’m a great kisser thank you very much. There’s nothing like a good snog on the couch, although for men it’s a means to an end. They do it because it often leads to sex, if it’s passionate enough or you’re on your 6th Vodka tonic. We’re not talking the kissing from your teens, when you “got onto someone” at the local under 18’s dance party. A guy’s idea of kissing back then was to shove his tongue so far down your throat you nearly lost your tonsils. Actually I just described my first ever kiss, obviously scarred me for life.
Secondly, I don’t think I’m too old; at least I still get a pash occasionally. And as for my chin I’ve studied it and compared it to my girlfriend’s and I see absolutely no reason it gets in the way of a good pash. The problem therefore lies with the man and his stubble! They may start out with a nice clean-shaven face but as the night wears on and you get to the pashing on the dance floor stage, the shadow has appeared. By morning if you’re that type of girl (of course I’m referring to my friend here) it’s full on sandpaper scraping stubble. Which of course leads to a very sore and red chin.
So that’s why I get pash rash, well that’s my excuse and I’m sticking to it!
Posted in Sex and naughty stuff on July 15th, 2008 by Blog Admin | | 0 Comments
For One Night Only
I think Sex and the City made women everywhere realise it was ok to have one night stands. It didn’t make you easy, cheap or a slut. If men can do it why can’t we!My first encounter with a ONS was with a guy I met at a club, yes the same over 30’s one I’ve mentioned before. He was about my age, kind of cute and was paying me a lot of attention. Anyway after lots of talking, dancing and drinking one thing led to another and we were out in his car necking. Is that what you call it at my age? Or is it pashing on, getting on to each other or just plain kissing. Either way, it was fun and kind of funny, made me feel like a naughty schoolgirl. We ended back at his mate’s house, where I assumed he was staying, and basically got straight down to it. We were both very nervous, so it was very quick and not at all romantic. It was no sooner over and we were back in his car with him dropping me home so fast I thought I’d imagined the whole thing! He said he had a great time but had to get to work, this being odd as it was 3am Sunday morning but who was I to complain. I realised he didn’t ask for my number, “oh no had he forgotten, how would I find him again?”. Pretty soon the brain caught on; I had just had my first one night stand. Did I feel bad ? Dirty ? Oh no I was proud as punch.
People always tell me a ONS is not a place to start a relationship, why not I say.I have a girlfriend whose ONS never left and they are happily married and just had a baby. On the other hand another girlfriend slept with a guy once who then rang continually and didn’t take the hint it was for one night only. He said he felt used, welcome to our world!The problem with a one nighter is it usually involves too much alcohol and bad sloppy sex. Lots of fumbling, near misses and rarely satisfaction. If you manage to get a condom on the right way your doing well! Too much alcohol for a man can mean two things: they either have trouble getting it up or finishing the job. I’m not sure which is worse. Best to let them sleep it off but by then you wake up and take a good look at who is in your bed and find any excuse to get rid of them. Oh yes, women can be cruel and heartless too gentlemen! Why is it that men who have regular ONS are still referred to as studs and congratulated by their mates on their top form? When women are looked on as cheap and easy. We are after all only human and enjoy sex as much as a man. They say when women hit their 30’s they are in their prime. I totally agree, it’s something to do with hormones, but also I think after you hit 30 you feel a little more confident about yourself. It’s like, now I’m a real woman, I know exactly what I want and I’m not afraid to ask for it. Definitely no more faking orgasms, if they can’t do it for me then I’m not pretending. Otherwise they think there’s no room for improvement.
Ask any man how many women he’s slept with and they will proudly give you a number. A friend of mine asked her new boyfriend how many women he’s been with, he wasn’t sure but guessed at least 100! His friends all admitted to a similar number of conquests. Of course when asked the same question, she lied. Didn’t want to sound cheap. I mean really once you count past your fingers it doesn’t matter it’s all experience. And one of those fingers or toes may turn out to be the one.
Posted in Sex and naughty stuff on March 11th, 2008 by Blog Admin | | 2 Comments
Back in the Game…
I wasn’t too worried about turning 30, I didn’t really expect to change overnight, although I did notice a few extra wrinkles I swore weren’t there before. But that was probably cause I was looking so hard. I decided to celebrate with a big party, a Hollywood theme night so I could dress up as my idol Marilyn Monroe. At the time I was a size 16 just like Marilyn was in the famous grate scene in “The Seven Year Itch”. I searched and tried on many white dresses, you know the one where she stands over the grate and it blows up, which is every mans fantasy. I soon realised a size 16 isn’t what it used to be and hassled my friend to make one for me. It turned out I didn’t make a bad Marilyn!
The party was a success lots of dancing, singing and champagne to be had. When it was time for the speeches I stood up and announced to my guests including family, friends and my boss, that “I’ve been single now for 2 years so tonight I’m going to get a pash”. My girlfriends thought this was hilarious as they knew I had only had one boyfriend whom I met when I was 19 and thought would be my one and only. So off we went, Marilyn dress and all, to the local nightclub for over 30’s. I have heard it referred to as a place to “grab a granny”. With the amount of champagne I’d had I thought it looked like the Ritz, only smaller, smokier, crowded and dark. So everyone looked great and I’m sure I fit right in wearing my Marilyn dress.
A few hours later with a couple more drinks under my belt, I’m on the dance floor trying to impersonate the grate scene, granny undies and all. When a nice guy came and asked me to dance, he looked cute even at 4 foot tall. No real names will be used, mainly because I don’t remember them! So lets call him George as in Clooney, maybe a little shorter but he thought he was just as suave. With the ugly lights still off he was George to me, and many dances later I got my pash and his number. My friends then decided to drag me home before I started flashing my undies. By this stage my false eyelashes were falling off, only to be found days later in my hair, I had my wig and shoes in hand and was waiting in the gutter for someone to escort me home. I think I called out to him as I was being dragged away for him to call me. So all in all I had a fun and successful night and at 30 I was back in the game!
Stay tuned for how my first adventure in the dating world turned out.
Posted in Life on February 26th, 2008 by Blog Admin | | 0 Comments
