I did Bali!

Bali is by far the most gay friendly place i've ever been to so far. It screams GAY, loud and clear. My four day trip was filled with endless sun bathing, man in low riding board shorts, southern comfort with sprite, shopping, massage, man in really low riding board shorts, midnight swim, club hopping and did i mention man in low riding board shorts? :) Well, there were really low...

It was during last mid october that me and a girlfriend, lil miss mei decided to visit bali during the coming november. It was our little year end trip away from work, ex boyfriends, the ever hazy kuala lumpur and most importantly, we couldn't afford Paris or London just yet.

Before bali i was rather skeptical in going to a neighboring country for a holiday. My idea of holiday have always been somewhere far away from the flaming equator. A place where the temperature is way below 15 degree celsius, a place where you could only see chicken at the supermarket or the zoo and basically a place where i wouldn't look silly in my miu miu neck scarf, underneath my never-been-worn-before pink nautical wind breaker. Somewhere not tropical.

But upon arriving at bali, i understand why i have been so wrong all this while. The theory is, at a tropical country, the weather is usually hot. Very hot. It gets so hot that most of the foreign visitors, those pure meat heart throbbing caucasian man, takes off their shirt willingly. These are the places where you'll get a buffet of half naked well built man, and a free flow of testosterone. It's like heaven for gay man. And at such warm and humid weather, plus the over dosed of sun tan lotion, their judgment are usually weak. They can't focus well, and thus any tom, dick and harry would look gorgeous. beautiful. sexy. I would look like a superstar, shinning away in broad day light. I was like Miss Reese Witherspoon in Legally Blonde. Desire by men, envy by all women. I was number 1 on the us billboard chart. I was hot, and it was not just the weather.

Despite all this, i didn't score. It was not because i wasn't attractive. or cute. or desirable. Oh trust me. Those 70 years old man on the beach was just drooling at the sight of me. But i guess it was because i had such a blast with my girlfriend that i was blind to all this temptation. Fun had over conquer my boiling hormones. At this point of my life, i would say, having a man is not so important compare to the companion of a friend.

BUT, if i do go bali again, i'm definitely going alone!