A funny thing happened to my friend Dan on the way home from kickboxing class (yesterday)... I’ll let him tell it in his own words…

A man, a scooter, and the city who loved him

The air was warm my friends on this lonely day in Yogyakarta. I, a rookie to the city and decked out in a lovely ensemble of shorts and a white tank-top (some of you more crass fellows would call it a wife-beater, I am among this group), had just completed another strenuous muay thai training session. I happily mounted my scooter on my way to a delightful date with a shower and some dinner when suddenly a local decided to make my acquaintance. I could not understand him, for the noises of the city were too strenuous, and we decided to cross paths at the stop light. It was there that a bombshell was dropped upon my very soul.

“Would you like to have sex with me, homosexually?”

My initial reaction to this ‘romantic query’ was one of consternation, for why was the word, “homosexually” uttered at the end of this sentence; was it not implied from the beginning of our moment?

After hurdling this mental obstacle, I politely told him, “ooooohhh…..tidak (that roughly translates to, “no, I dig the ladies”) and he sped off into the sunset looking for love in all the wrong places.

The End

Eh,, after that, there was a 4th of July party at Ibu Hariandja’s house… complete with American style hamburgers! Ahh, small pleasures. At least half a dozen conversations burned on until we were politely kicked out around midnight (=