Bali

[Tigger Boyd]

TB,

glad age doesn't get in you're way and no disrespect intended. For all I care you're 72, in which case I'd may be one of your biggest fans in the forum, cheering you on.. but, you have to admit, a slip of 7 seven years in merely weeks looks a bit funny, no Jintropin helps with that!

Best of luck to Y on her next fishing trips. Having made out with an ex-bar girl for the last three years, I know the slightly precarious position of bar girls all too well.. the sweeter ones are not all coping that well with the job description and in that respect I've still no unfaithfulness to report on, other than that of my own.. after all, there are some public places in Indonesia where you walk in as a monger and there are over a thousand non-pro girls ready to hit the sack with you after a 5 to 10 min conversation -so much for temptation. Happy travels.

Thanks Joel. Perhaps you would like to forward details of the place where -there are over a thousand non-pro girls ready to hit the sack with you after a 5 to 10 min conversation -. I am a renowned conversationalist so wouldn't mind putting my mettle to the test even if it is the wrong language.

After yesterdays pre-breakfast heroics I decided to hit Sunset rd bound for Kuta timur and an afternoon of action and adventure. I got about 400metres from my front door before wiping out on my scooter-blood, gashes and bruises everywhere to compliment the state of the heart.

Y and I talked late in the day. Apparently this happens to all her boyfriends after leaving her. M not superstitious but have decided to maintain things at a low level with her just in case she is. LOL.

Was limping around Mbargo last night, wall to wall Valentines Day Hotties but for some reason I was just happy to melt them with my eyes and unorthodox dance moves. LOL.

[FreebieFan]

Perfect reporting. I feel for you Man. But not too badly. We all have days when the Gods truly smile and the girl whos phone number we acquired but never used agrees to meet in 15 minutes, turns out to be way hotter than her pics and agrees to get in the sack with you. (happened in Manila a month back.) or the days when plan A B and C all fail to show and you end up getting wanked by some old dragon just for the sake of relief.

My point. Well a long time ago a wise Swis guy I know put it like this.

" sometimes you eat the bear. Sometimes the bear eats you ".

Looks like you got eaten/ate.

[Joel Goodsen]

TB,
glad age doesn't get in you're way and no disrespect intended. For all I care you're 72, in which case I'd may be one of your biggest fans in the forum, cheering you on.. but, you have to admit, a slip of 7 seven years in merely weeks looks a bit funny, no Jintropin helps with that!

Best of luck to Y on her next fishing trips. Having made out with an ex-bar girl for the last three years, I know the slightly precarious position of bar girls all too well.. the sweeter ones are not all coping that well with the job description and in that respect I've still no unfaithfulness to report on, other than that of my own.. after all, there are some public places in Indonesia where you walk in as a monger and there are over a thousand non-pro girls ready to hit the sack with you after a 5 to 10 min conversation -so much for temptation. Happy travels.

[Dom Perignon]

I agree 100%.

Ildom

I'm with Sidhartha. The girls here in Bali are no more, nor less, trustworthy than girls anywhere else in the world.

A girl trolling in a singles bar whether in Detroit, Dublin, Düsseldorf or Denpasar is going to have certain characteristics and why mongers should be surprised about this I can't imagine.

Aren't these girls just the female equivalent of us?

How about a reality check guys?

Just how great a catch are we?

Judging by the photos I see posted, many of us are elderly, flabby, and probably stink of booze and stale sweat.

We think GFE is the ultimate but we're absolutely lousy boyfriends. We treat women as pieces of meat, we're insecure, possessive and jealous, and we try our hardest to pay the absolute minimum to get our sexual fantasies fulfilled.

So why are we surprised when these girls start looking after their own interests?

Who wouldn't want younger, sexier, richer, cleaner, kinder, funnier, friendlier, better adjusted?

Take a look in the mirror, fellers. All many of us have got going for us is the width of our wallets.

And as to Indonesian girls giving out and getting phone numbers and email addresses, it's a completely innocent and commonplace thing among Indonesians of all ages and both sexes. It doesn't necessarily mean they are sexually interested in the other person.

If you're jealous, then you're insecure, so take a look at yourself, not her.

[Tigger Boyd]

Joel. I suppose we are as old as we can get away with. 35. 42. Who is counting? She tells me she is 24. Am I going to like her any less if she is 44? If only there were more 44 year olds with a chassis like hers.

Bravely. And in the true spirit of Valentine's Day I busted up with her this morning by slipping a letter (she can't possibly understand) and a $50 note under her door then scurrying off like pond scum. Because of the intensity of this thing I just can't frame her as a working girl. She is more of a long term western boyfriend hunter- everything she has said and done checks out. I genuinely think she is with me as long as I am looking after her but my conundrum is although there is awesome chemistry between us I am struggling to get my head around paying for the privelege and especially paying for the privelege when back in my country; as is the expectation.

In the same breath I have no problem paying for it if it's just a shag. Dysfunctional huh? BTW for all those penny pinchers a girl in Sanur is still only 150 + 30 rup tip. My sexologist sent me there under prescription after a week of diddly squat between the Balinese sheets. The lovely 18 year old solved all my problems for the next 15 minutes. And then.

Back to the bust up. After my early morning heroics she, of course, rings me (on waking) with a please explain and summons me to her quarters. I comply, stupidly. I race off to her micro pad and bump into her, bag in hand wandering up her street-now dashing back to her village in Java. She seems surprised to see me in spite of making the arrangement 15 minutes earlier. We return to her room and then subject ourselves to 2 hours of LIVE agony and heartbreak and agree to meet later in the day (More stupidity and more agony).

I am putting out a call for some expertise in busting up. I am going to see the good Prof on the weekend and expect some guidance from him but would be interested to hear tales from others who have managed to find themselves in the same steaming heap of shite that I have. Would make for entertaining reading if nothing else.

I am feeling a lot closer to 42 than 35 at the moment but that can change in Bali in the twinkling of an eye.

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[Sftck]

Good work TIGGER go slay them all.

Now that traffic cop with the mirror shades ,Soronto or something, has been a pain in the ass for ages.

Last time he pulled me up for no reason, then said I didnt have a bike license and the fine would be Rp100,000.

I said no way and spouted Corupsi to him, but he didnt back down so I got his name and took a photo and then tried to get him to write down what he wanted to charge me on the back of the ticket, knowing it was a Rp 40,000 fine.

He refused point blank and took off on his beaten up Suzi , not quite Eric Estrada.
I took my story to a friend of mine who knows the top brass and they came and investigated but it was just mine word against his and felt there wasnt enough to pin him.

Next time I saw him on the waterfront waving me down I just gunned it past him, he didnt chase.

On the bypass I try to check well in front to see if I need to U turn.

Get Hard

[Joel Goodsen]

Jeez,. Tigger Boyd. Some nice writing, much enjoyed reading it.. but, eh, since there's just been a discussion going on the faithfulness of the Indo cewek, no wonder. I'd seriously doubt any girl would be faithful to you if you first say..

I am 42 years old- there has been plenty of others.

and then

I point out that I am all grown up as an independent 35 year old Australian man.

Too blatantly obvious.

[Tigger Boyd]

Yes I am back. In the thick of it. A few days of intense GFE with the former is darkening by the day. She still has power over me, the *****. A quickie in Sanur took the edge off but I seem to have spent close to a week working out how not to get married. The promises spit from my lips in inverse proportion to the cum from my cock.

Man. What a night. Y is at home watching indo soap for most of the afternoon while I gad about on the scooter-sorting massages and doing net stuff. I go to pick her up late for some dinner after she hassles me to come over by phone then when I get there she is not hungry so I take off and get my own feed. All is perfectly civilized. Then I drop back at hers after dinner with a big storm brewing (literally, figuratively. Climatically) and tropical rain close at hand. She grabs her stuff and we high tail it back to Tigger central.

She is on the couch and within 5 minutes is complaining about one of her countless ailments and saying she doesn't feel good about the place. In her room she is always happy, she says. Then she says maybe it is a ghost and we have an argument over the presence or otherwise of a ghost. The only ghost to haunt my little bungalow is the ghost of my unfullfilled cock. This is a little tricky in translation. Either way I tell her straight that I am sick of her complaining. She has had serious pmt for most of the time I have been here (a single roll in the hay) and I have had enough.

. "Get your stuff and I'll take you back to your place".

She reluctantly concedes to this but then says she is worried about me and the ghost. Will I be ok? Etc. I point out that I am all grown up as an independent 35 year old Australian man. In the back of my mind plan B is taking shape.

I drop her off at about one am, dash home, get changed then hightail it to the clubs looking to exorcise that minor supernatural problem of mine through an ancient oz technique-the thrusting of the loin.

En route to the clubs I am pulled over by the cops sans licence going the wrong way up a one way street. They give me the spiel about the big trouble I am in and shake their heads-wearing the mirror shades at 1. 15am. Laden with menace.

"Yes boss...my licence is back in the room"
"U muss to carry the license"
"I am sorry boss...I forget it..."
"You must come to court in Denpasar"
"He circles the bike like an unfed shark"
"No boss its. ok...how much?"
"Shaking head...this very expensive Sir...100000"

Me. Mock outrage. I slip him fifty with a roll of the eyes and he waves me on with the baton and. Dips his lid on the way through Corruption is a beautiful thing.

I am in Bounty bar a few minutes later; scoping the floor for lovelies. A shocking old boiler picks me out, comes over and starts making polite conversation so I get up and leave. Impolitely. I head upstairs to Bounty ship; repository of aussie boardshort scum. I am there 30 seconds before a get a big pinch on the ass and turn to a familiar face. Who is she?

Thats it. My first night 'conquest' from the last trip. Memorable for mid thrust price negotiations-sweet face. A little drug addled. Eminently fuckable. She wants me to go back to her place to show her how to do the internet. Her boyfriend who she will marry on his return in 6 months has bought her a laptop and I must show her how to use it. At 2 am in the morning. I smell a rat but her thighs are clasped around mine, her eyes, big wide and brown; heavy with promise. It's not that I am choosing to do this. It is that I can't choose not to.

We board the little red tardis and dash back to her place, minutes away. I am shocked to discover that the story checks out perfectly. Just her in skimpy shorts in her little room and the spanking new Acer laptop. She shows me a few pics and I try to explain some internet stuff. She is one of the dumbest women I have ever met. Too much ecstacy and a 3rd grade education will do that to a girl. Her German boyfriend is sending her 8 million rupiah a month to keep her away from guys like me. She just laughs it off.

I come up with a plan. We are going back to my joint. I will show her how to use the internet and she will show me how to part her thighs and bury my face between her breasts. I will also give her 100000 as a token show of respect and affection; a good deal all round. We dash through the backstreets of Legian in teeming rain at 3 am; avoiding cops and scabrous dogs in equal measure; arrive at my joint 15 minutes later. Thoughtfully Y has taken her assembalge of lingerie, heels and sanitary napkins back to her place which means my pitch as a lonesome and weary traveller cuts true mustard.

We are quickly undressed and in the bed but her behaviour is starting to spin me out. In a baby voice I have become papa. Sometimes mama. She curls up foetully and coos. (if thats a word it's not spelt like this). I start to kiss her in consolation but then move to her tits, a development which cannot be construed as consolation. Then she goes on in her baby voice about trouble in her belly and that she cannot fuck with me.

I thought we had a contract. A plan. An agreement but instead we have another evening staring at the ceiling while the end of my cock pokes imaginary holes in it- she snoring peacefully and cuddling lovingly. More. 'what the fuck? . Is there no end to this?

I wake early and she reluctantly. Telling her I have to get up and work after my last ditched effort at getting her in the lovezone hits the Balinese wall. We dress quickly and I charge back to her place, laptops slung over our shoulders. What about the internet? "I'll call you! " ". And the 100000? "

I leave her with this thought hanging in a langorous cloud of four stroke fumes. 4 more strokes than I have managed in the last 24 hours. Everything and yet nothing is lost in translation.

[Sturelosa]

I'm with Sidhartha. The girls here in Bali are no more, nor less, trustworthy than girls anywhere else in the world.

A girl trolling in a singles bar whether in Detroit, Dublin, Düsseldorf or Denpasar is going to have certain characteristics and why mongers should be surprised about this I can't imagine.

Aren't these girls just the female equivalent of us?

How about a reality check guys?

Just how great a catch are we?

Judging by the photos I see posted, many of us are elderly, flabby, and probably stink of booze and stale sweat.

We think GFE is the ultimate but we're absolutely lousy boyfriends. We treat women as pieces of meat, we're insecure, possessive and jealous, and we try our hardest to pay the absolute minimum to get our sexual fantasies fulfilled.

So why are we surprised when these girls start looking after their own interests?

Who wouldn't want younger, sexier, richer, cleaner, kinder, funnier, friendlier, better adjusted?

Take a look in the mirror, fellers. All many of us have got going for us is the width of our wallets.

And as to Indonesian girls giving out and getting phone numbers and email addresses, it's a completely innocent and commonplace thing among Indonesians of all ages and both sexes. It doesn't necessarily mean they are sexually interested in the other person.

If you're jealous, then you're insecure, so take a look at yourself, not her.

It is nice to find a person with some insight in here. *S* A real accurate observation into human behavior. What is the saying "what goes around comes around."

[Lama Di Bali]

I am not sure it is fair to label Indonesian women as being fickle and completely unfaithful..

I'm with Sidhartha. The girls here in Bali are no more, nor less, trustworthy than girls anywhere else in the world.

A girl trolling in a singles bar whether in Detroit, Dublin, Düsseldorf or Denpasar is going to have certain characteristics and why mongers should be surprised about this I can't imagine.

Aren't these girls just the female equivalent of us?

How about a reality check guys?

Just how great a catch are we?

Judging by the photos I see posted, many of us are elderly, flabby, and probably stink of booze and stale sweat.

We think GFE is the ultimate but we're absolutely lousy boyfriends. We treat women as pieces of meat, we're insecure, possessive and jealous, and we try our hardest to pay the absolute minimum to get our sexual fantasies fulfilled.

So why are we surprised when these girls start looking after their own interests?

Who wouldn't want younger, sexier, richer, cleaner, kinder, funnier, friendlier, better adjusted?

Take a look in the mirror, fellers. All many of us have got going for us is the width of our wallets.

And as to Indonesian girls giving out and getting phone numbers and email addresses, it's a completely innocent and commonplace thing among Indonesians of all ages and both sexes. It doesn't necessarily mean they are sexually interested in the other person.

If you're jealous, then you're insecure, so take a look at yourself, not her.

[Sidhartha]

I am not sure it is fair to label Indonesian women as being fickle and completely unfaithful. I am familiar with some of the Prof's history, and feel his pain, but I still think it could have been a woman from any cultural background.
I could tell you - and I am sure most of you know - stories involving American or European women that makes them look really bad. Consider the fact that an increasing percentage of girls in the US are ending relationships using SMS - it's happened to me too. What do you think of someone who does that?
Consider some other facts. Those of you who had their women show some interest in other men - wouldn't you show interest if a sexy women threw you the come-on? If you would, then your woman probably senses it, and feels it is also her right to respond to men.
Also consider the fact that most of these girls have formed relationships with the intent of getting some security - money, property, whatever. That being the case, they are naturally inclined to keep their options open and it will be foolish to place much trust in them. If a better choice - financially - comes along they will consider it.
It is only when we are prepared to form a monogamous relationship that we should expect anything similar from women. But then we have to make the right choice. If we pick someone who we know is in it for the money then we shouldn't be disappointed when the lady picks someone else.
Sorry about the long diatribe. I think in your places I would feel the way you do, but at the moment I am not in your place so I can spout forth.
Anyway, good luck to you all.

[Sftck]

Yes this is the Question I would like to know the answer to.

Through out the many in the last 10 yrs I have had my Java Girl, when in Java she is always with me and sometimes comes back to Bali with me.

10 yrs ago she was 21 with 1 kid and through this period she has expressed undying love, can't see you again cause I love you to much, get married etc.

Sometimes I have nearly fallen for it, and sometimes there has been some serious heart ache, but now its more on an even playing field, although sometimes she tries to ring me at home when shes finished at the nightclub.

She lives 2hrs from Semarang so is limted to the amount of Bules she sees, but it doesnt bother me I'm not going to marry her, Actually I need a similar Regular in Bali, one that just pretends you are the only one when you are there.

But the question is what is it about the culture that allows this free spirt withthese women, I love it, but as the wise man says "always love them, never trust them" LOL

TIGGER are you going to catch up with her?

If you want to harden up, read THAT ASSHOLEs posts, that guy is a crack up!

Softcock

[Acer25]

Thanks for your replies guys. I'll try a report when I get back.

[Hanqe]

I will be in Bali for Nyepi and will certainly take this good advice. However, I remember some threads here ages ago (can't for the life of me find them) regarding getting Cialis or Viagra in Sanur, Is it possible to get it at the little chemist type shops at all?

Any help, advice?

You can buy original Cialis and Viagra at the pharmacies on the main street in Sanur (no prescriptions needed) Prices are also "original" like in Europe.

[DJ Monger]

If they are in a bar they are after your money... Even the little one I am with now although she swear undying love is starting to get phonecalls and messages from other bule that she has met in the day while I work. My best advise that I can ever offer on this forum is to come here treat them with respect but dont think that they will ever be faithful to you for the minute a better prospect appears they will consider it.

my current (and probably soon-to-be-ex) i met at a local university, nice girl, good family, seemed quite predisposed to be faithful... but now i'm beginning to see the signs of possible unfaithfulness. broken dates, dropped hints, finally cluminating in her giving her email addy to an indian navy guy (of all people!) right in front of me. claimed it was all innocent, and given the circumstances she could have just as easily done it behind my back, so i mostly think she was trying to make me jealous... but even all but the sluttiest western women would stop short of handing out contact details in front of my face just for a jealously ploy! needless to say i'm furious with the gf, havent spoken to her in a week, and i'm fairly convinced our rather long relationship is hopelessly and permanently derailed.

my point?

a) i actually think it's not just the bar girls - i've come to feel that pretty much all indo girls are just sluttier than most seasian women. sort of a south-sea-island, margeret-mead-discovering-a-general-lack-of-sexual-mores, to-the-point-of-genetic-immunity-to-syphillis kind of thing that theres no avoiding. i may have said this before.

(though to be fair, my uni girl is only 21, nearly half my age, not the stablest of ages for a serious relationship in any country.) anyway my other point is:

b) i may be entering the (meat) market soon, and will have a bit more free time on my hands than before. maybe it's time i finally got together for a beer or 3 with some of my fellow isg'ers? 1ball i promise i wont hit on your girlfriend, it's not my style and prof, you sound like a player and a half, maybe you could pass on some of your better contacts to a fellow long termer?

first rounds on me.