Feeling challenged

Did I mention how I came to be in Bali? Thought not. You see, I am lucky enough to be here for a conference ie gratis. Hooray for me! Better still, said conference starts at 4pm Wed and runs until Fri evening. Of course am never one to miss a holiday opportunity so wondered out loud how hosts would feel about moving my flight forward a few days?

Really though, I'm not completely cheeky, I mean I am paying for 3 nights accommodation all by myself (a whopping $75 a night). And as for extra days off work? Well everyone else is flying Monday so maybe I've snack in a cheeky extra day out of the office. Nothing my bosses wouldn't expect of me, am well respected for my assertiveness and ingenuity in all travel related matters (and other stuff more relevant to work of course).

Bottom line is though, as a result I am in Bali alone for 3 days. Hence the challenging matter of husband hunting solo. Actually the challenging matter of even heading out to husband gathering venues ie bars on my pat malone.

But given I have a vision and a strategy of some sort I figured I had to go out last night. It was a Saturday after all.

So, I spent 4 hours at Body Works (1.5 hour massage, pedicure, manicure, cream hair bath) and then put on as minxy an outfit as I could muster up. And out to Ku De Ta I headed.

Tell you what, there wasn't a whole lot of quality on the men front but the cocktails were lush! Had one, or maybe 5. Had so many I worked up enough confidence to approach the only two single looking men standing at the bar!

What I'm ashamed to admit however, is that despite my attempts to look effortlessly gorgeous they were less than enthusiastic in befriending me. In fact their response reminded me of times when I've been out with a girlfriend entrenched in solid girly goss only to be interrupted by annoying bloke determined to derail our gossip session.

I bantered with them for, I don't know, like maybe 15 mins. I then announced I was off. They proclaimed shock - don't you like us then, what have we done? To which I answered....you see when I walked up I thought it would go one of two ways:

1. You would welcome me into your holiday possie and take responsibility for my social calendar over the next few days...or
2. You would be too busy enjoying yourselves and think I was interrupting rather than adding value

"I figure it's the later so am off!". And off I was, I could hear them sniggering behing me, they were still reeling from the audacity. I was having a good chuckle to myself truth be known. Like Wot Eva!

NB it had turned out they were locals (Aussie expats), rather than randy men embracing cavalier festive style holiday spirit. Probably with girlfriends at home, not confirmed of course just suspected, I mean obvious really though, no?!

Of course rather than leaving, I skulked over to lovely relaxing day beds and drank two more cocktails licking my wounds (of course well out of their site). Nice friendly on holiday family seated at next daybeds were so nice to me I realised it really wasn't me, they were losers (so not bitter, really, really not bitter).

I awoke today feeling pretty happy with myself just the same. I have officially taken myself out of my comfort zone. And I have started as I mean to go on. It might be easier when I am in in the midst of like minded tour group but in the meantime I am on course and ready for action. Might be DVD related action tonight though. Maybe some soft porn? No just kidding, I promise I will have at least one drink in a bar at some point today and report back. Note to self, The Husband Hunt is all leaving the house (or hotel room in this instance).

xxxoooxx