I have a Balinese admirer. He is some random 20++ year old guy who offered to take me with his motorbike to my friend’s bungalow for the measly sum of 10,000 rupiah or about 1 US dollar. I found out that was twice the price I should have paid for. He began telling me that I should go out with him in some bar in JL Raya. Really, now? The gall of him to rip me off and then ask me out.
My courteous reply to men I do not fancy dating is “I’m taken. My significant other is crazy and whacko.” -- which is a total lie but it does work all the time.
Two days ago I had lunch somewhere in JL Monkey Forrest . Someone screamed “Hey, heyyyy you!” I do not turn my back because how the hell I’m supposed to know that he was yelling at me. Then he screams again…”Hey. You Filipina!” I still do not turn my head. Certainly I am not the only Filipina in this tourist lane. He finally shouts my friend’s name and then I turn around. He asks how is Theresa? “Oh, she’s probably at work” and then I went on about my business.
On my way home today, I saw Mr. Balinese again (Ubud is not a good place to hide). He was on a motorbike and his eyes lit up and he smiled at me “Hellooo.” He almost hit the gutter. I laughed and it did make me blush.
It’s good to be admired. Now if only if the one who’s admiring me now is Mr. ____________ . *Sigh*
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