You may then ask yourself: Where are the intelligent, smart, beautiful women in Jakarta, the one we want to live with or marry? I know around 50 expats/indonesian girls couples functioning well in Jakarta. I made a survey on them, plus I added my own experience.
The result is a good summary of how to meet girls you would want to marry in Jakarta, in no particular order: Most of the couples I know were formed during private parties, dinners or in a social context when different groups of friends are mixing up.
Two more days were to go before my husband returned. I asked him what he was doing, trying to sell stuff in the mad rain.
He had gone on a business trip for a week and 5days had already passed. I picked up the fallen broom from the floor and was walking back to the place the door bell rang. He said that he lived 3 stations away and was done for the day.
Together, the sound of the rain and the beautiful old song playing in the radio reminded me of my husband.
) in this specific peel that is almost like glue, and what happens when you put glue on your skin and let it dry?I walked quickly to the door hoping that it was my husband who returned early. " and held a plastic box with a picture of a woman in bra and panties. He was walking towards the station to catch his train and wanted to try his luck in our place, on the way.But it was a figure I could hardly make out standing at the door totally drenched. I told him to stay inside for some time as it was raining heavily.He then somehow managed to engage me and brought me into the shop where he supposedly would show me something crazy.He had me sit down and started applying some sort of gold scrub on my hand, waited about 30-40 seconds, then rubbed off taking a lot of my dead skin with it.