It’s my last night in Jakarta. It’s been a good trip. Jakarta hasn’t let me down. I changed my Tinder tag line from “I just might be your biggest mistake” to “Looking for a wife.” I am a popular boy. If I had known that one line was going to get me so many more young and hot leads I would have done it earlier. Actually I am glad I didn’t. I liked being the bad boy. I liked the young, and often married, Muslim girls coming out on a date to experience the forbidden fruit of the white man. I like the type of damaged girls “I just might be your biggest mistake” attracted. The sex was always so good.
But now I am a changed man. Now I am looking for a wife. Now instead of trying to get them back to my hotel as quick as possible I am interviewing for this new position in my life. Well that’s in theory. In reality I still try to get them back to my hotel and naked as quick as possible. Old habits die hard. But the date conversations is a bit different and I am presenting my offer now as a potential long term companion rather than the best sex you will ever have, but don’t expect much commitment.
I see her walking down the escalator in Grand Indonesia. Cute, I hope that’s my Tinder date. She give me a reserved smile that emits confidence, and for that split second I can see what type of date this is going to be. It’s funny out of all the skills I learnt in seduction identifying the yes girl is by far the most valuable. I can now discern with remarkable accuracy within the first second of meeting if my date is going to end up with my dick in them that day/night. In that first second I can tell a no girl, a maybe girl, and a yes girl. The no girl has made a strong commitment to themselves not to fuck me. The maybe girl will fuck me, but they want a lot of time invested into the seduction – time that I’m not usually prepared to invest. And the yes girl, gives me that cheeky grin that says if you don’t make too many mistakes your dick will be in my pussy very soon. Ricky was a yes girl.
We meet, shake hands and start walking side by side. She is 22, shoulder length brown hair framing her prominent cheek bones, cute smile and caramel skin.
“Ice-cream or whisky?” I ask
“Both.” She says
“Cool. I like you already.” I say with a smile. “Let’s have ice-cream first.”
We continue walking to the ice-cream shop. I allow her to enter first and watch her cute round little bum as she walks in ahead of me. I want that, I think to myself.
We order ice-cream and sit side by side. I notice our legs are touching and ponder that I can’t remember being on a date and having our legs touch like this in the first few minutes where I haven’t ended up ball deep within the hour. I am feeling uplifted and positive.
As we talk more I warm to her. She is hot, a high 7 that would look like an 8 when dressed up. And she is very easy company.
“So why did you choose to come on a date with me?” I ask
“I liked your tinder profile.”
“Ok. What did you like about it?”
“You looked like a playboy, but said you were looking for a wife.”
“Haha. So you want a playboy who has decided to settle down and wants a wife?”
“Yes. I not want boy. I want man.”
We are getting close to the end of our ice-cream and I say. “What are we going to do now?”
She looks at me quizzically.
“Let’s go and hang out in my apartment.”
“No.” She says.
“OK. It’s just that I thought it might be nice to have some privacy instead of all these people around.”
“Yes. It is busy here.” She says.
“Look. I’ll tell you what. Just because you come to my apartment doesn’t mean we have to have sex. At any time you want to leave I will be a gentleman and take you downstairs and get you a taxi to go home.”
“How far is your apartment?” Magical words to my ears.
“Only 5 minutes. Come on.” I say as I stand up and gesture for her to join me.
As we are walking back to my apartment she asks. “Why are you in Jakarta?”
“It says on my tinder profile.” I jest.
“Oh, looking for a wife.”
“Actually. I am meant to be in Bali. I like to come to Jakarta as a single man because I am so popular with the girls here.”
“Really?” She inquires with a smile.
“Yeah. See all the people looking at us while we walk holding hands. Do you know what they are thing?”
“They are thinking, ‘Look at that young Indonesian girl with that old bule…. She is so lucky’”
“Haha. Yes, I feel lucky with you. Why are you meant to be in Bali.”
“Well, you know how I said I am looking for a wife.”
“So, usually when I travel I meet lots of girls and enjoy being single. I usually don’t spend more than a few days with the same girl. I figure if I want a wife then maybe I should try and spend a week with the same girl, even if I don’t have huge hopes for a long term relationship.”
“That makes sense.” She says
“So I got Ruby, a girl I met here in Jakarta to meet me in Bali. I was planning on spending a nice week with her and being faithful to her for the week.”
“We had a fight after only 24 hours and I suggested she leave. She left.”
“What, you couldn’t be faithful for 24 hours.”
“No. Silly. I can be faithful for at least 24 hours, maybe 48.” I say as I squeeze her hand and smiled.
She beams up at me. Her eyes are shining.
“We had a fight. I wanted to have sex and she didn’t. I was patient for a few hours and she still didn’t want. I told her if she wants to be my girl I want to have sex at least once a day.”
“Once a day. My last boyfriend and me only had sex once a week.”
“That would never do me. I like to fuck every day.” I said as we started up the steps to my apartment lobby.
We got inside. I made her a cold water and we sat on the couch.
“Do you like UFC?” I asked, half jokingly, but she said she did so I thought fuck it, there were a few fights on fightpass I wanted to watch. We watched the fights and I would stop every now and then to give her a kiss and play with her. She was very compliant, while not jumping my bones. She finally felt heated up enough to take to the bedroom. A few minutes later we were naked and rolling around. I got her on top of me. I admired her perfect little boobies and amazing hip to waste ratio. I was enjoying it. She was beautiful, nice company, and her skin so soft it was like fucking a silk marshmallow. I looked up at her as she was riding me, arching her back and tilting her head, her eyes sexy sleepy. I thought aloud.
“I could fuck you everyday.”
To me that was the best compliment I could possibly give a girl. And I meant it. My whole sexual history has been rarely ever being able to find a girl I won’t get sick of fucking. And somehow I knew intuitively Ricky was one of them.
We finished up and I decided to read her. http://micky-miller.com/micky-wants-a-wife/
As much as I liked her I thought if I’m going to scare her off I might as well do it now. After I read it she said. “Deal.” And we shook hands.
We went out for dinner and she stayed the night. She had work the next morning. I asked her how much she earns and she said 3 million a month (AUD$300)
“OK, quite your job. You work for me now.” And handed her $250. That will do you for a couple weeks.
Her eyes lit up. I don’t think it was the money, and especially not the amount, but the gesture. She liked that I was serious. I had to fly home that day so we made plans to meet in Thailand in 10 days.