Jakarta

[QUOTE=KangK;1164016]I have a good laugh when I get knocked back because there you are with a pocket full of personality and some hot chick doesn't want to go with you because you're white.[/QUOTE]Yeah, some of the places in Kota you meet girls that don't really want to service a bule, they probably want a local Chinese. Every different venue has a particular market, doesn't it? Like there's that whole row of Japanese clubs up around the Melawai area and I've never seen a single report about them here. That's probably because we don't get many Japanese contributors and they probably don't encourage non-Jap punters. I bet a bule or a local who turned up would get the cold shoulder. Then there's a few African bars, bet the same thing applies, too.

But I think you're right, if you chat with a girl for a bit, you can tell if she's going to have issues of that sort. That's why I don't like fish bowls, you can't really check compatibility.

[QUOTE=KangK;1164016]Quite funny when you think about it getting knocked back by a wh*re. Have to be able to laugh at oneself to get on with life![/QUOTE]This is very true the first time I experienced it in Kota I was quite offended, now I couldn't care less, as you say it's horses for courses. In Menteng it's the Arab blokes who have fun, around the corner the African guys are getting their wicked way, in Kota it's the Chinese lads who are making out, in Melawei the Japanese boys are getting their leg over and I haven't worked out where the Korean fellas are humping (Koreans are enjoying a lot of popularity at the moment as it happens) but wherever it is the girls in those particular locations seem to prefer those types of punters.

The longer I live here the more I realise that the myth of the Bule charm is just that; a myth, frankly a lot of Indonesians secretly despise us. So need to get too overwrought about it, just find where is comfortable for you and enjoy the fun.

[QUOTE=Gonzo Two;1164302]Like there's that whole row of Japanese clubs up around the Melawai area and I've never seen a single report about them here. That's probably because we don't get many Japanese contributors and they probably don't encourage non-Jap punters. I bet a bule or a local who turned up would get the cold shoulder.[/QUOTE]I go in those on occasion When I first went in, they were a little hesitant since they are not used to bules going there. Bules have a reputation for being less "royal" than the Japanese as well, so the girls aren't thrilled about us going there. The karaoke clubs in that area have mostly indo and japanese songs and not so many english songs to choose from. The girls are more likely able to sing along with you with a japanese song than with an english song. But I don't mind singing the indonesian songs with them and after a few of those, the girls usually warm up.

The times I stop into those clubs are when I see a real hottie manning the doorway and can't resist pulling her into the karaoke room with me to take a shot at her. Normally the girls won't go home with me right after the karaoke, but they will give me their number and meet me later if I want. I've had some nice girls from those places, but overall I don't consider them to be places I would put on my preferred venues list.

[QUOTE=Dorman;1164521]This is very true the first time I experienced it in Kota I was quite offended, now I couldn't care less.[/QUOTE]Depends how hot the girl is relative to the others.

But I agree. When I first had that happen, I was offended. Not really anymore. (unless the girl is by far the hottest and there are no other good choices)

I forget who said the price at Maribaya was 500k now, but I stopped by there today and the girls told me it's still 450k.

[QUOTE=Gonzo Two; 1164302]Yeah, some of the places in Kota you meet girls that don't really want to service a bule, they probably want a local Chinese. Every different venue has a particular market, doesn't it? Like there's that whole row of Japanese clubs up around the Melawai area and I've never seen a single report about them here. That's probably because we don't get many Japanese contributors and they probably don't encourage non-Jap punters. I bet a bule or a local who turned up would get the cold shoulder. Then there's a few African bars, bet the same thing applies, too.

But I think you're right, if you chat with a girl for a bit, you can tell if she's going to have issues of that sort. That's why I don't like fish bowls, you can't really check compatibility. [/QUOTE]Seriously Thank God for the Chinese as wherever you go in this world they have the best clubs of relaxation and satisfaction for the purveyors of their sexual fantasies and addictions!

I don't know who she is or what she's getting out of it but somewhere out there in this great big city there is a girl who put me on some sort of mailing list and my hp number seems to be changing hands through the impecunious university students of north and west Jakarta like snuff at a wake. All I can do is thank her and assure her there is a soft spot in my heart reserved for such a kind hearted lass as she.

It all started a few months ago when I got an sms from an unknown number asking to meet me, she used my (assumed) name and told me she had got my number from Tini or some such name, a girl I had apparently met last year but about whom I have absolutely no recollection. Anyway I arranged to meet the following Friday afternoon (I knock off work early on Fridays) in my favourite pick-up hotel in Kota and was pleasantly surprised when two very smartly dressed young women showed up, one nineteen and the other twenty two. University students from Salemba they were looking to make some pulsa money and had got my number from the aforementioned friend. Well we had a very nice afternoon and off they went.

But then it went viral, and now from Wednesday afternoon onwards I start getting sms's from numbers I don't know all claiming to be friends of some lady in my past and asking to meet up. My Fridays are now a frenzy of scheduling and being a middle aged British man I love my neat orderly timetables but unfortunately when this is combined with the time-keeping abilities of young Indonesian women chaos can sometimes reign. With my two fifteen arriving a quarter of an hour early I have to give my twelve thirty, who came half an hour late, the bum's rush out the door. It's like one of those bedroom farces, I'm waving off one set as I rush around tidying the room with the next set already on the way up in the lift. By six thirty I'm thoroughly knackered and ready for home.

You will notice I mentioned "set" and how the original girl turned up with a friend, well this is one of the nice bonuses because of course these girls never want to go to a strange man's hotel room alone so they always come in pairs (or indeed in threes). In the course of the sms arrangements the girl never mentions a friend knowing I will probably tell her to come alone but she will ask about payment. The opening bid is always 400k and they always accept the counter of 300k, it only being an hour after all. When they bring their friend, as I know they will, I will always feign embarrassed surprise and explain that I've only got 400k and couldn't possibly accept a second girl so I'll have to choose one.

At this point both girls do the same calculation;"I've come all this way, I've paid the transport costs, I'm here now, I don't much fancy going out and walking the corridors of this hotel for an hour for nothing and anyway why should she get all the money?" It only takes an instant and a quick glance at the other girl before they both shrug and say "Fair enough, we'll both stay for that". Never fails, every time.

Now before you lambaste me for the cheap cad that I no doubt am, remember, they asked to meet me, we agreed a price and no one mentioned a third wheel on the bicycle and anyway I'm a big softy really and if they turn out to be good sports, which more often than not they do, I can usually manage to locate an extra 100k in my back pocket for their ongkos. I should point out that usually the girls will be sms'ing me again a week later so they don't seem terribly upset about the outcome.

Anyway like I say by evening time I stagger down to the checkout with no doubt an inane grin on my face and the receptionist pretends to be surprised that I am checking out so soon and I wearily set off into Jakarta's Friday evening rush hour wondering how long do I expect to last at this rate?

A few photos of my favourites will be posted in the gallery.

[QUOTE=Dorman; 1165203]I don't know who she is or what she's getting out of it but somewhere out there in this great big city there is a girl who put me on some sort of mailing list and my hp number seems to be changing hands through the impecunious university students of north and west Jakarta like snuff at a wake. All I can do is thank her and assure her there is a soft spot in my heart reserved for such a kind hearted lass as she.

It all started a few months ago when I got an sms from an unknown number asking to meet me, she used my (assumed) name and told me she had got my number from Tini or some such name, a girl I had apparently met last year but about whom I have absolutely no recollection. Anyway I arranged to meet the following Friday afternoon (I knock off work early on Fridays) in my favourite pick-up hotel in Kota and was pleasantly surprised when two very smartly dressed young women showed up, one nineteen and the other twenty two. University students from Salemba they were looking to make some pulsa money and had got my number from the aforementioned friend. Well we had a very nice afternoon and off they went.

But then it went viral, and now from Wednesday afternoon onwards I start getting sms's from numbers I don't know all claiming to be friends of some lady in my past and asking to meet up. My Fridays are now a frenzy of scheduling and being a middle aged British man I love my neat orderly timetables but unfortunately when this is combined with the time-keeping abilities of young Indonesian women chaos can sometimes reign. With my two fifteen arriving a quarter of an hour early I have to give my twelve thirty, who came half an hour late, the bum's rush out the door. It's like one of those bedroom farces, I'm waving off one set as I rush around tidying the room with the next set already on the way up in the lift. By six thirty I'm thoroughly knackered and ready for home.

You will notice I mentioned "set" and how the original girl turned up with a friend, well this is one of the nice bonuses because of course these girls never want to go to a strange man's hotel room alone so they always come in pairs (or indeed in threes). In the course of the sms arrangements the girl never mentions a friend knowing I will probably tell her to come alone but she will ask about payment. The opening bid is always 400k and they always accept the counter of 300k, it only being an hour after all. When they bring their friend, as I know they will, I will always feign embarrassed surprise and explain that I've only got 400k and couldn't possibly accept a second girl so I'll have to choose one.

At this point both girls do the same calculation;"I've come all this way, I've paid the transport costs, I'm here now, I don't much fancy going out and walking the corridors of this hotel for an hour for nothing and anyway why should she get all the money?" It only takes an instant and a quick glance at the other girl before they both shrug and say "Fair enough, we'll both stay for that". Never fails, every time.

Now before you lambaste me for the cheap cad that I no doubt am, remember, they asked to meet me, we agreed a price and no one mentioned a third wheel on the bicycle and anyway I'm a big softy really and if they turn out to be good sports, which more often than not they do, I can usually manage to locate an extra 100k in my back pocket for their ongkos. I should point out that usually the girls will be sms'ing me again a week later so they don't seem terribly upset about the outcome.

Anyway like I say by evening time I stagger down to the checkout with no doubt an inane grin on my face and the receptionist pretends to be surprised that I am checking out so soon and I wearily set off into Jakarta's Friday evening rush hour wondering how long do I expect to last at this rate?

A few photos of my favourites will be posted in the gallery. [/QUOTE]WOuld love to be on the sms list. .

Dorman has won some lucky strike there. It seems his PM Inbox is busy too.

Doman empty your box a little and allow some enquiries like mine, or drop me a PM to start the ball rolling. Would love to help out.

I had something similar happen to me a few years ago. Met a girl in a north jakarta night club who was there with her college friends. I gave her my number and had a nice afternoon with her the following weekend, then it seems she passed my number around. At first it was quite fun waiting to see what the girls would look like when they showed up. But the problem with getting those sms from girls I'd never met before is that some of them were downright ugly when they arrived. Sure there were some very nice ones, but it got to the point where I didn't find it worth the time to wait for the girls to come just to be disappointed. I found it preferable to run down to Malio or Sariayu and pick a nice one out of a lineup than hit or miss with the "good" girls looking for extra cash.

However, I didn't have a hand phone that had picture capability back then. I think if it happens again, I'll ask them to send me their photo via sms prior to my acceptance of them visiting.

Dorman, you have some cute girls there, but weren't there some disappointments as well? (maybe you were luckier than I was) Good work regardless!

[QUOTE=Smoothy;1165559]Dorman, you have some cute girls there, but weren't there some disappointments as well? (maybe you were luckier than I was) Good work regardless![/QUOTE]Of course but not often, that's where the double act comes in handy, if a girl is a bit rough looking invariably she brings a cute friend.

However as I get older I rate attitude higher than looks, I recall posting pictures of an extremely hot girl a year or so back which caused quite a stir but she was a complete starfish whereas "Ela" whose photos are posted hasn't the greatest looking face but with those tits and an attitude to match I'd be delighted to hook up again. That's also why I try to schedule in several meetings in the course of an afternoon, you do get the odd munter but it averages out and there are usually many more attractive girls and even the occasional stunners.

As an example last Friday my first two weren't bad and a nice start to the day, then came three girls (I had only booked one) one of whom was Ela, that turned out to be a fantastic couple of hours, really great fun and a lot of laughs. This was followed up by another threesome, two looked great and the third was a bit fat and unattractive (I think she was the one who made the booking) but to give her credit she knew this and left, I presume she would get a cut later of the proceeds. As it turned out the two remaining though pretty and with good bodies weren't especially outgoing and a bit shy, wrapped in towels coming out of the bathroom, wanting to turn the lights out etc. But still not too bad (perhaps I was judging them too harshly on the preceding batch) and a decent enough finale.

Overall of course there are times when a simple line-up in the Malioboro (such as I enjoyed on Sunday night) is all you need in the same way you can't be bothered checking out some new restaurant in the other end of town and just settle for a Dominos' pizza to fulfil the same need but the whole pot luck element adds a bit to the fun.

[QUOTE=Westcoast1;1160882]Gents help me out. Jalan Jaksa is just south of Monas? Ronin, its a street filled with low-end hotels. SW's abound.[/QUOTE]Just a quick thanks for the advice. I had hoped to be writing a report by now but as it turns out my flight got in 2 hours late and I lost my window of opportunity. However, I should be back in Jakarta for a few days in Sept so am looking fwd to trying out Jalan Malioboro and Hotel Classic.

Just before leaving Singapore I met a girl from Batam in Geylang. She was just about to leave to catch the ferry back but I convinced her to do a quick short time. She was very good looking. To me; darker brown skin, maybe 19yo, cute face, but starfished in bed; worth the S$70 though especially since I didn't have time to play in Jakarta.

Great stuff Dorman. You're a local Jakarta monger now. Thanks for sharing.

Anyhow, cruising into Jakarta in about a week or so. Anybody want to meet up and go party a little?

Going to be balancing monkey business with night clubbing and trying our "luck" hehe. PM me if you're here on vacation.

[QUOTE=Bbfs Hunter;1166038]Great stuff Dorman. You're a local Jakarta monger now.[/QUOTE]Congratulations uncle! LOL!

[QUOTE=Dorman; 1165203]I don't know who she is or what she's getting out of it but somewhere out there in this great big city there is a girl who put me on some sort of mailing list and my hp number seems to be changing hands through the impecunious university students of north and west Jakarta like snuff at a wake. All I can do is thank her and assure her there is a soft spot in my heart reserved for such a kind hearted lass as she.

It all started a few months ago when I got an sms from an unknown number asking to meet me, she used my (assumed) name and told me she had got my number from Tini or some such name, a girl I had apparently met last year but about whom I have absolutely no recollection. Anyway I arranged to meet the following Friday afternoon (I knock off work early on Fridays) in my favourite pick-up hotel in Kota and was pleasantly surprised when two very smartly dressed young women showed up, one nineteen and the other twenty two. University students from Salemba they were looking to make some pulsa money and had got my number from the aforementioned friend. Well we had a very nice afternoon and off they went.

But then it went viral, and now from Wednesday afternoon onwards I start getting sms's from numbers I don't know all claiming to be friends of some lady in my past and asking to meet up. My Fridays are now a frenzy of scheduling and being a middle aged British man I love my neat orderly timetables but unfortunately when this is combined with the time-keeping abilities of young Indonesian women chaos can sometimes reign. With my two fifteen arriving a quarter of an hour early I have to give my twelve thirty, who came half an hour late, the bum's rush out the door. It's like one of those bedroom farces, I'm waving off one set as I rush around tidying the room with the next set already on the way up in the lift. By six thirty I'm thoroughly knackered and ready for home.

You will notice I mentioned "set" and how the original girl turned up with a friend, well this is one of the nice bonuses because of course these girls never want to go to a strange man's hotel room alone so they always come in pairs (or indeed in threes). In the course of the sms arrangements the girl never mentions a friend knowing I will probably tell her to come alone but she will ask about payment. The opening bid is always 400k and they always accept the counter of 300k, it only being an hour after all. When they bring their friend, as I know they will, I will always feign embarrassed surprise and explain that I've only got 400k and couldn't possibly accept a second girl so I'll have to choose one.

At this point both girls do the same calculation;"I've come all this way, I've paid the transport costs, I'm here now, I don't much fancy going out and walking the corridors of this hotel for an hour for nothing and anyway why should she get all the money?" It only takes an instant and a quick glance at the other girl before they both shrug and say "Fair enough, we'll both stay for that". Never fails, every time.

Now before you lambaste me for the cheap cad that I no doubt am, remember, they asked to meet me, we agreed a price and no one mentioned a third wheel on the bicycle and anyway I'm a big softy really and if they turn out to be good sports, which more often than not they do, I can usually manage to locate an extra 100k in my back pocket for their ongkos. I should point out that usually the girls will be sms'ing me again a week later so they don't seem terribly upset about the outcome.

Anyway like I say by evening time I stagger down to the checkout with no doubt an inane grin on my face and the receptionist pretends to be surprised that I am checking out so soon and I wearily set off into Jakarta's Friday evening rush hour wondering how long do I expect to last at this rate?

A few photos of my favourites will be posted in the gallery. [/QUOTE]We really would like you to live a few extra years, so perhaps if the strain has been telling, you might want to pass something to an understudy to help you deal with the volume. ;) I'm normally available Tuesdays to Fridays when I'm in town. But even then I doubt I could match your single afternoon turnover. Perhaps you should also call Menteng back to help you. :D

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