Can I Blame the Weather?

Guess who's back in HK? . Ok, i was going to bitch about having to move from a micro bikini on the beach (yes, even in the drizzle) to pants suits in the office. But gawd damn the floods in Bali is serious. Prayers to those affected. I left last weekend and it was pouring, to the point where I was worried about my flight. But damn i really wasn't expecting that. Anyways.

I spent the last three days in Bali in my bikinis. 3 different micro bikinis, twice at the beach, and once at a beach club. It was mostly cloudy, drizzled a little from time to time, but I was trying to savour my last days there, and, I had already waxed everything off so.....i was trying to make a point. To myself The beach was mostly uneventful. I was there with a friend so maybe people left us alone. Maybe it would have been different if I was there alone? Not even sure why I'm wondering that . Some of the locals, the ones who collect the parking fees and in general, keep an eye on things, did tell us to cover up when we got back to our motorbikes. "Beach, ok. Here, not ok." Can't get any clearer than that

The beach club was a surprise. I really wasn't looking forward to it, but I was there with my friend June, who is the resident president of the Cougar club (not a real club, but she does throw many parties where there are lots of young, attractive guys present ) so...of course we had to go to a beach club. The staff were attentive, the drinks were good, the place wasn't very crowded and the music was...well, after a few drinks, dancing to electronic music ain't half bad. LOL. Dancing around in micro bikinis does come with a bit of heat, but everyone around was cool and no one really bugged us. So yea, consider my opinion on large, super commercial beach club changed, for the better

Now, back to....topic at hand. Sorry, before that, a bit of side note. Work has not been going well. The past month plus has been really rough. It's not the work too. It's a certain group of people trying to maneuver themselves up the corporate ladder and my team is unfortunately in the crossfire. I've got no interest in their games but fucking hell...I'm not sure if i can hold out, or if there IS a point in holding out. But anyhow. Professional front, not looking well.

Personal front, also not fantastic. The husband's not very happy with me at the moment. He called, asking me to check up on something that he needed for work. He couldn't find it and was wondering if he had left it at home (He flew back to Frankfurt). I missed his calls cos i was with Rene at the time. It was during our few days in Penida. But anyway. I finally got his messages and called him back and he asked where I was, and why i couldn't check it for him. I told him i was on another island and couldn't possibly check, but i did offer to head back the next day. I then made the mistake of being vague when he asked who and why i was at Penida with. . SO yeah, in a nutshell, i fucked up. I should have been a little more forthcoming with information, and should have told him weeks in advance. But nevermind, this is a whole nother blog entry on its own.

Back to HK

I am renting a room from a friend (Caroline) of mine. Technically, it's a room but in reality, its her whole place cos she's moved to Canada with her husband and kids. She's also back this week, for a short while. Alone, no husband, no kids. She and I go waaaaaaay back when we both used to work and live in Singapore. But anyhow. I was bitching to her on Monday night about everything. Like, complete unload. LOL. She did the same and i won't bore you the details, but its nice having someone to speak to . So, she suggested we have a night out, like how we used to, to unwind. Which really only meant one thing

We both wore mini dresses, mine was long sleeved, black with open sides. She wore a tiny sleeveless red one. (Disclaimer: IF you were out and about on a certain...street, at a certain club in HK, and just happen to have witnessed some....embarrassing behaviour, uh...it wasn't me ). The goal was, we'd find someone for each of us, preferably with their own hotel room, have a (hopefully) good fucking time, and leave. To be 100% honest, my intent was just to be her wing-woman. I had dug myself a big enough hole, this was to be my....distraction from my own woes. But, subconsciously though....i mean, I whipped out my 6 inch heels. No one bears the pain of 6 inch heels without looking to get laid. LOL

ANyhow, the parameters were very specific - one night stand, no going back to our place, no real names, no numbers. Good looking . Of course we didn't find anyone. LOL

We did get hit on a fair bit. Um...rather surprisingly, I got hit on by an older guy. Cos of where we were, I was mostly kinda expecting guys our age or younger. I didnt expect someone in their late 50s. This guy in a very crisp white shirt and narrow black tie came up and spoke to me. Its also noteworthy that by that time of night, I was well into my....can't remember the number but, safe to say the room was spinning slightly .

Can't remember what he said at first, but I noticed that he as an older man. What made it more noticeable was, i did not think he was at first He looks fit. Not large, but chiseled. Square-ish shoulders, good posture, chiseled jawline, full beard Neatly trimmed too. Not a lot of older guys had a man-bun. Mostly grew hair, but knotted neatly in a bun, high on his head. Can't get any more hipster than that. LOL. Then he spoke, and it was only then that I realized he was japanese.

Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was...i dunno. But i ended up giving him my number . Yes yes...bigger hole I might be digging. But...hey, he was quite cute. It's been a long time since I got approached by an older guy. I can't recall where I left him, but we did not find anyone that night in the club. Buuuuut....we kinda...found ourselves stumbling into one of the nightclubs with male hostesses. I didn't get laid, but I did have to watch Caroline ride one of the guys while another rubbed on my thighs while i rubbed myself, watching Caroline fuck some guy. LOL. We booked one of the VIP rooms and we sure as hell wasn't gonna bring them home . We got back in the early hours of Wednesday morning and I made my Wednesday workday harder for myself. LOL

I was looking through my messages with Nakamura (that Japanese guy) and ...its one of those thing you get appalled at. Fucking drunk texting is...bad. Anyhow...back in HK. I gotta make it up to the husband and this isn't really how ones does that . But i'm working on it. Will blog again.

Scatterbrain, signing out