Jakarta Datasheet (by Irish)
09-27-2014, 11:17 PM
After a great time at Dragonfly on Wednesday, I went back Thursday and hated it. There were pros there, and what bothered me even more were the faggoty farang-types there. It's how I remember the tourist areas of Bangkok--all Asian girls on white dudes, and the white dudes are just getting bitched around. These girls had them dancing like idiots, dudes were sloppily going for makeouts and getting their heads pushed away, flat out pathetic. One guy was getting dragged around the club by his tie, as if it were a dog leash. For whatever reason, seeing all this stuff bothered me and affected my state. But the club wasn't all that busy so I didn't end up losing much.
On Friday I set up four dates, but jetlag fucked everything up. I'd only slept two hours the night before so I kind of anticipated that I'd have to blow off the 1st or 2nd dates, and I arranged the times so that the ones I wanted to see the most were set to be later in the night. Inevitably I ended up sleeping through the first 3, and then woke up an hour after the scheduled meetup with the fourth. I gave her some bullshit excuse and ended up meeting her an hour after.
I never suffered through a Secret Internet Fattie date since I've never done the online thing in the US, but holy shit this bitch was huge. She had this canvas jacket on that made her look even bigger. Probably the largest person I've seen in Indonesia. Having said all this, I was disappointed by all the other potentials that I'd flaked on that day so I kept trying to convince myself it wasn't that bad. I kept telling myself that I'll only have a few Friday nights in Jakarta so I can't allow myself to go 0-4 on one of them. But shit kept getting worse. We met at the food court and then decided to go to Social House, which is about a fifteen minute walk through Grand Indonesia. Every 30 seconds we'd walk by some gorgeous girl who I felt was looking at me with disdain and disgust as she'd see me with this elephant barreling her feet. Here I am in an Italian suit walking with this hippo who was wearing a tarp you use to cover a swimming pool. So I then let her walk a bit in front of me to save myself some embarrassment. Looking at her from the back I tried to find some feature about her that I liked. Her face was good, but her body was just huge. I was hoping for a big ass to pound at least, but nothing. Then at one point as she was slumbering through the mall concourse, her pool tarp flew up and revealed her dress. Actually it revealed her thighs. Lumpy, disgusting, cellulite ridden thighs. Fuck that really started to gross me out. It reminded me of Fisto's post in the travel lounge a few days ago about fucking a fat chick who sprayed shit everywhere. I started to envision his descriptive post in my mind, and then immediately I'd look at this bitch and start to hurl. Finally we got to Social House, and this is the first time I saw her face well as there was light shining on it. I've never seen such chapped lips in my life. As if shards of glass were popping through it. Either that or Fisto had just finished mouth fucking her the last two hours. I was truly sickened, and excused myself to the bathroom and left. I went to a starbucks and spent an hour contemplating my misery. My waste of a Friday night, the idiocy of sleeping through my three prior dates, the audacity of that fat swine posting fake pics up and misleading me. And also me staying on the date for longer than thirty seconds. Because I wanted to get out as soon as I saw her, but I felt compelled to be a gentleman and not be rude. I'm still fairly new with online dating so I was pretty shocked. Clubs and bars are way more my thing. Next time I'm not putting up with it.
I went back to the hotel to get some drinks in me and get myself in a better mood. I finally made it out to Skye but it was after 3 am. There was one group of hot girls there with some local dudes, and I managed to ingratiate myself with them. I got a cute chick's number, but that was it. They were a group of bankers who weren't the white dude chaser types, and I didn't see logistically how I could pull or escalate, though I probably should've made an effort at least.
Saturday I set up a date with the chick from my first night. She was pretty hot, and my plan was to meet her up for dinner, bang her out and then hit the clubs solo. Again I overslept my date due to jet lag. I'd set an alarm and kept hitting snooze, and after the fifth snooze I just yanked it out of the electric socket. I woke up at 2am. Got ready quickly and went to Immigrant, which is newly reopened and dope. It's also full of shitfaced farangs who are sporting polo shirts that are 3 sizes too big, but there's plenty of hot chicks in there. Cover was 20 bucks. I then downed three quick drinks at 15 bucks a pop. I had no choice, this jetlag has me fucked up. I hit up this smoking Russian blonde and spent an hour with her. If I lived here I would say things went great, as she was the hottest chick in the club and totally interested, but I knew I wasn't getting the one night stand with this one. She was also ordering vodka/tonics every 5 minutes and passed a couple over to me. But I kept seeing these farang fucks stumbling out of the club with their tucked in polos while holding some Indo chick and so I got the number of the Russian and went on the hunt. At this point it was well after 4 and there wasn't all that much left. I went to the other side of the club, away from the Russian chick and ordered a drink and started chatting up this Indian chick. I figured she was a dark Indonesian at first, but whatever, she had a sexy UK accent and a banging body and we hit it off. She had her hands all over me and I figured this would be the one I'd pull. And then like every other Indian chick on the planet she turned out to be a total cock tease. I kept pushing for a while, grabbing her tits, putting her hand on my cock, and then finally I grabbed her ass firmly and tried to pull her in and she pushed me away and wandered off. Whatever. At that point the place was dead and I went back to my hotel and was in bed at 6:30am.
It's now 11am as I write this, and I woke up at 8:30 am. I slept two fuckin hours, and spent the next two hours lying in bed while praying I could get some sleep and remedy this jetlag. Nothing, I'm wide awake. I've got a date in 2 hours, then 4 others have said they wanted to hang out today. My Line and Whatsapp are blowing up and I'm not responding. I have between 50 and 100 prospects messaging me everyday, but I don't want another fatty situation again. I've lost faith in internet chicks. It's impractical to track these prospects all on a small cell phone. I know there are some totally hot ones in there but I just don't remember who was who. Half of these girls have a picture of Micky Mouse on their whatsapp profile.
Doing the auto-tinder/mass messaging of dating sites has turned into a total mistake. Practically every girl in the city was a Match. And on indo cupid I mass messaged every chick the same message asking for their Line/Whatsapp. About 75% responded and I'd input all that in while I was in airport lounges on my way over here. But it's impossible to manage them all.
Alright, off to get food and then date #1.
More than anything I just want to get my sleep schedule fixed.