Rediscovering Sausage
I started this blog as a simple way of keeping in touch with the nearest and dearest whilst traveling, but it all got a little more complex than that. First off, In bali I was as some of you know, rediscovering sausage. I should at this point acknowledge the witty Mr Chadwick for coming up with the best way of addressing the 'so you're seeing a man then?' question. Apologies for keeping it secret from many of you for so long.
I wanted to tell you all but needed to tell Sam first, and then thought writing about it in too much depth when she was reading was a bit rude. Having been assured by the gorgeous Ms West that she's well and truly over Julie and would be interested in hearing about my long limbed Balinese love God, I've decided it's time to come clean.
Blogging is I am discovering a very public fora even if contents are intended to be private. So far I've been tracked down by the tenant that followed Sam and I into our Sydney apartment in search of a forwarding address. Then there's the lovely Gareth, a man from university who I knew for many years, kissed briefly and has apparently been harboring some misplaced guilt as he reintroduced himself very sheepishly via the peanut gallery.
The Man in my life
Is beautiful. Very much my type as those who have been privy to my male crushes (including I have to admit Rood Van Nilstroy of Manchester United fame) will know that on a pure lust level I like my men tall, dark, preferably with long dark hair and a touch of the missing link. He hits all the criteria and is I think the sexiest man I have ever laid eyes on.
I will once I get the technology together put a photo here
He's the guy who took me on a tour to Ubud, the man I told very firmly that 'I do not want a boyfriend so behave' That in hindsight sounds terribly arrogant but please put it in the context of Bali where batting away men became one of my least favorite past times.
I had been assured by the Balinese Princess that he did not play with tourists and would be a total gentleman. The latter at least was partially true.
He took me out for the day on the back of his bike, I found myself fighting an unfamiliar urge to throw my arms round him and nibble his earlobes. It was in hindsight a perfect first date, we saw some beautiful places, he upstaged me by looking far sexier in a temple sarong than I ever could, then we went and listened to some very bad Balinese Jazz. After two weeks as the date to leave approached I realised I wanted to stay and play. Hence the change of travel plans.
It is quite honestly a very unlikely union and the more I learnt of his life and his culture the more I realised this is a relationship with more baggage than even I the queen of traveling heavy, am used to.
He's Hindu, which fortunately is a religion I can relate to. bar the four days when I had my period when he wasn't allowed to touch me. I did that, hated it, we've agreed it is an area where my culture will need to triumph.
He's high caste, which essentially means he is a Lord, without the material trappings that frequently accompany such titles in my homeland. He is expected to return to his village and take over from his father as a local leader. A job as far as I can tell that has no salary attached and will keep him from home a great deal.
He runs his own business at the moment renting cars and bikes and offering tours to tourists, it's a pretty basic operation but he's built it from scratch and has the concepts of excellent customer service down pat.
He is the only son which means he not only has to support his parents in old age but bears the brunt of financial and ceremonial responsibilities that accompany both his religion and caste. He could for example never leave Bali for more than a holiday and that would need to be carefully coordinated to coincide with the few periods that do not encompass major ceremonies.
He's never left Bali. He has a pretty basic standard of education, is incredibly innocent but bright, funny, responsible, kind, peaceful and utterly charming partially because he's unaware of it. He's driven, ambitious, a dreamer, and his dreams are a pretty spot on match to mine, very sensitive and is huge. He makes me feel protected, cherished and adored, most of the time.
The Gypsy is utterly smitten
Sadly the path of true love never runs smoothly. The future with him if there is such a thing looks pretty tough.
Apart from the obvious questions about whether the life prescribed for him is one I would chose for myself, he is currently having a hell of a time with a family who have decreed that he shall not have a Western girlfriend. Apart from wheeling in the entire family to lambast his lack of judgment, and threatening ostracism if he continues with such folly, he is dealing with a mother recovering from a stroke and the guilt that his choices are to say the least going down like a bag of vomit. To add to the joy the family on learning of his relationship with me have decreed that he should marry his cousin (to those who keep telling me about the deformities that would afflict his children as a result of such action - I should add that I am not sure she is his first cousin - the term seems to be used loosely in Bali) who he says he views in the same way as his sister.
Needlessly to say the status of our relationship is currently in flux. I am not sure it will survive the pressure his family are applying and not sure I should encourage it to given the enormity of the consequences for him, and for me, if it does. For a new relationship that should be in the honeymoon stage, it's all rather heavy and lacks the lighthearted choices I am used to.
The battle between head and heart wages wildly, but there is a strong possibility that decisions will not be mine to make
I will keep you posted
Julie
p.s. I have junked the cliched life is like endings on the advice of my girls who tell it's it's not me and a bit crap, fair enough. However were I to have one for the man it would be life is like white water rafting, sometimes you're flailing about in the rapids, other times sailing through the most spectacular scenery - honestly Ames, that's the last one!
I wanted to tell you all but needed to tell Sam first, and then thought writing about it in too much depth when she was reading was a bit rude. Having been assured by the gorgeous Ms West that she's well and truly over Julie and would be interested in hearing about my long limbed Balinese love God, I've decided it's time to come clean.
Blogging is I am discovering a very public fora even if contents are intended to be private. So far I've been tracked down by the tenant that followed Sam and I into our Sydney apartment in search of a forwarding address. Then there's the lovely Gareth, a man from university who I knew for many years, kissed briefly and has apparently been harboring some misplaced guilt as he reintroduced himself very sheepishly via the peanut gallery.
The Man in my life
Is beautiful. Very much my type as those who have been privy to my male crushes (including I have to admit Rood Van Nilstroy of Manchester United fame) will know that on a pure lust level I like my men tall, dark, preferably with long dark hair and a touch of the missing link. He hits all the criteria and is I think the sexiest man I have ever laid eyes on.
I will once I get the technology together put a photo here
He's the guy who took me on a tour to Ubud, the man I told very firmly that 'I do not want a boyfriend so behave' That in hindsight sounds terribly arrogant but please put it in the context of Bali where batting away men became one of my least favorite past times.
I had been assured by the Balinese Princess that he did not play with tourists and would be a total gentleman. The latter at least was partially true.
He took me out for the day on the back of his bike, I found myself fighting an unfamiliar urge to throw my arms round him and nibble his earlobes. It was in hindsight a perfect first date, we saw some beautiful places, he upstaged me by looking far sexier in a temple sarong than I ever could, then we went and listened to some very bad Balinese Jazz. After two weeks as the date to leave approached I realised I wanted to stay and play. Hence the change of travel plans.
It is quite honestly a very unlikely union and the more I learnt of his life and his culture the more I realised this is a relationship with more baggage than even I the queen of traveling heavy, am used to.
He's Hindu, which fortunately is a religion I can relate to. bar the four days when I had my period when he wasn't allowed to touch me. I did that, hated it, we've agreed it is an area where my culture will need to triumph.
He's high caste, which essentially means he is a Lord, without the material trappings that frequently accompany such titles in my homeland. He is expected to return to his village and take over from his father as a local leader. A job as far as I can tell that has no salary attached and will keep him from home a great deal.
He runs his own business at the moment renting cars and bikes and offering tours to tourists, it's a pretty basic operation but he's built it from scratch and has the concepts of excellent customer service down pat.
He is the only son which means he not only has to support his parents in old age but bears the brunt of financial and ceremonial responsibilities that accompany both his religion and caste. He could for example never leave Bali for more than a holiday and that would need to be carefully coordinated to coincide with the few periods that do not encompass major ceremonies.
He's never left Bali. He has a pretty basic standard of education, is incredibly innocent but bright, funny, responsible, kind, peaceful and utterly charming partially because he's unaware of it. He's driven, ambitious, a dreamer, and his dreams are a pretty spot on match to mine, very sensitive and is huge. He makes me feel protected, cherished and adored, most of the time.
The Gypsy is utterly smitten
Sadly the path of true love never runs smoothly. The future with him if there is such a thing looks pretty tough.
Apart from the obvious questions about whether the life prescribed for him is one I would chose for myself, he is currently having a hell of a time with a family who have decreed that he shall not have a Western girlfriend. Apart from wheeling in the entire family to lambast his lack of judgment, and threatening ostracism if he continues with such folly, he is dealing with a mother recovering from a stroke and the guilt that his choices are to say the least going down like a bag of vomit. To add to the joy the family on learning of his relationship with me have decreed that he should marry his cousin (to those who keep telling me about the deformities that would afflict his children as a result of such action - I should add that I am not sure she is his first cousin - the term seems to be used loosely in Bali) who he says he views in the same way as his sister.
Needlessly to say the status of our relationship is currently in flux. I am not sure it will survive the pressure his family are applying and not sure I should encourage it to given the enormity of the consequences for him, and for me, if it does. For a new relationship that should be in the honeymoon stage, it's all rather heavy and lacks the lighthearted choices I am used to.
The battle between head and heart wages wildly, but there is a strong possibility that decisions will not be mine to make
I will keep you posted
Julie
p.s. I have junked the cliched life is like endings on the advice of my girls who tell it's it's not me and a bit crap, fair enough. However were I to have one for the man it would be life is like white water rafting, sometimes you're flailing about in the rapids, other times sailing through the most spectacular scenery - honestly Ames, that's the last one!
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