Dating Indonesian Girls

Apr 4th, 2006, in Girls, IM Posts, Opinion, Top, by

Dating Indonesian women may not be for everyone.

Indonesian women, particularly on the island of Java, are exceptionally beautiful. They tend towards the very feminine side, with lovely skin, are not too tall, and have knock-out smiles. There's plenty of plus on that side of things.

If wer'e to be honest we have to recognise that many men are interested in a woman who will take care of him, do the housework without complaint, and take care of other matters similarly without much bother. Your average Indonesian girl often fits the bill in this respect, certainly more than your average western woman, the less said about them the better.

On the other hand going out with Indonesian women in a romantic way can have many mysterious pitfalls.

Some women here are clearly only interested in money. Some men are unbothered by this. Others of the female variety, can, once we get to know them very well, come across as practically insane, hysterically emotional, scheming, over-possessive, inclined to, usually fake, attempts at self-harm in order to get their way. As I said, not for the faint-hearted.

There are a few Indonesia dating websites although the area is not nearly as developed as that in nearby Phillipines or Thailand. To begin your online journey on the Indonesian dating scene our very own "Meet" section has many a lady eager for company.

4,897 Comments on “Dating Indonesian Girls”

  1. avatar bojog says:

    Adding to the world’s CV of Injustice, Balipoet has been banned from this site for criticizing Aussies on a site owned and operated by Aussies. Crestfallen, Balipoet pointed at the mirror and, with a rather gay wave of his wrist, instructed me to carry on his good works on Earth and order him an an Extra Large American Favourite stuffed cheesy crust pizza and a Diet Coke. Hold the ice. These are the final words he wanted me to impart to the Indonesia Matters forum and the world.

    “I’m sorry, but I don’t want to be an emperor of the Indonesia Matters — or any country followed by a dangling noun. That’s not my business. I don’t want to rule or conquer anyone. I should like to help everyone if possible – Jew, Gentile – black man – white.

    We all want to help one another. Human beings are like that. We want to live by each others happiness – not by each others misery. We don’t want to hate and despise one another. In this world there’s room for everyone and the good earth is rich and can provide for everyone.

    The way of life can be free and beautiful, but we have lost the way. Greed has poisoned men’s souls – has barricaded the world with hate – has goose-stepped us into misery and bloodshed. We have developed speed, but we have shut ourselves in. Machinery that gives abundance has left us in want. Our knowledge has made us cynical; our cleverness, hard and unkind. We think too much and feel too little. More than machinery we need humanity. More than cleverness, we need kindness and gentleness. Without these qualities, life will be violent and all will be lost.

    The airplane and the radio have brought us closer together. The very nature of these inventions cries out for the goodness in man – cries for universal brotherhood – for the unity of us all. Even now my voice is reaching millions throughout the world – millions of despairing men, women, and little children – victims of a system that makes men torture and imprison innocent people. To those who can hear me, I say: ‘Do not despair.’ The misery that is now upon us is but the passing of greed – the bitterness of men who fear the way of human progress. The hate of men will pass, and dictators die, and the power they took from the people will return to the people. And so long as men die, liberty will never perish.

    Soldiers! Don’t give yourselves to brutes – men who despise you and enslave you – who regiment your lives – tell you what to do – what to think and what to feel! Who drill you – diet you – treat you like cattle, use you as cannon fodder. Don’t give yourselves to these unnatural men – machine men with machine minds and machine hearts! You are not machines! You are not cattle! You are men! You have the love of humanity in your hearts. You don’t hate, only the unloved hate – the unloved and the unnatural!

    Soldiers! Don’t fight for slavery! Fight for liberty! In the seventeenth chapter of St Luke, it is written the kingdom of God is within man not one man nor a group of men, but in all men! In you! You, the people, have the power – the power to create machines. The power to create happiness! You, the people, have the power to make this life free and beautiful – to make this life a wonderful adventure. Then in the name of democracy – let us use that power – let us all unite. Let us fight for a new world – a decent world that will give men a chance to work – that will give youth a future and old age a security.

    By the promise of these things, brutes have risen to power. But they lie! They do not fulfill that promise. They never will! Dictators free themselves but they enslave the people. Now let us fight to fulfill that promise! Let us fight to free the world – to do away with national barriers – to do away with greed, with hate and intolerance. Let us fight for a world of reason – a world where science and progress will lead to all men’s happiness. Soldiers, in the name of democracy, let us unite! Did you hear that! Get the door. I think the Pizza Slut boy is finally here. I hope they didn’t f*ck up the order again. I don’t even know why I order it. Their pizza tastes like Like Lion Air cardboard food. They wouldn’t know America’s Favourite pizza if it bid them on the ass. Hey, you idiot, you’re were suppose to shut off the mike at ‘let us unite!'”

    I captured his speech for all y’all on video. Enjoy:

  2. avatar David says:

    Nope, nobody was ‘banned’, a few comments were deleted, most of them weren’t yours, avoid getting into personal slanging matches and the comments don’t get deleted.

  3. avatar deta says:

    He said “will work on it, kawan!”. So I guess he has overtly worked on it.

  4. avatar berlian biru says:

    David a bit of judicious editing of Balipoet’s, enjoyable though thoroughly libellous, December 16th, 2011 at 11:27 am post might not do any harm.

    I dare say a man who is a senior oil executive might have deep enough pockets to cause you legal problems.

  5. avatar timdog says:

    Actually BB, it was that particular juicy titbit, surely drawn from capital contacts, as well as a certain turn of phrase along these lines “or any country followed by a dangling noun” that gave me that unsettling flicker of deja vu…
    To be honest, a combination of paranoia and kangen means that every time I read some fine fresh wordsmithery on this site I wonder who might be behind it.
    I wonder, for instance, whether “balipoet” is in Jakarta rather than Bali, whether he ever sets any of his work to music (or publishes it in a once-venerable-print-newspaper-turned-online-obscurity, for that matter)…
    But like I said, maybe I’ve just come over all Patrick…

  6. avatar David says:

    Okey doke, I put it back, it was more the responses to it that were the problem I guess; zero fear of legal problems or almost anything as far as here goes. I am slightly afraid of Patrick’s old girlfriend though.

  7. avatar bonni says:


    Soldiers down!

  8. avatar bojog says:

    Relax Berlian Biru. Alan and I play golf together. We were dorm buddies at Oklahoma State. Back then he was as straight as a rail with no bend at the edges, studying day and night, majoring in Electrical Engineering. I majored in Bong Hits and Coeds and went on to do a Masters on my Johnson. My thesis was ‘The Politics of Pleasure in Southeast Asian Culture’ and it was published by, of course, Masters and Johnson. I taught Alan how to lighten up and once he was let out his self-imposed cage he went bonkers, bogarting the bong and muff diving freshman meat just like the rest of us. We now meet at Top Gun on Friday nights. We usually pick up four bar girls, take a suite at the Grand Hyatt, and practice our golf swing. Our favorite game is handing the butt naked girls tiny drink umbrellas and doing a swirl of Golden Showers on them, while yelling, ‘Look out girls, it’s rainy season.’
    Don’t worry, Alan’s cool about all this. He’s a realist and knows the Sooners will never beat the Horns at football (Hook’em Horns!). I taught him everything he knows. Back at OU I said, “Alan, put down the bong and pay attention. To become a success in business you’re going to need humility and sincerity. Once you’ve learned how to fake those two puppies, the money and the bitches will keep rolling in. You don’t even know how to rap or bust rhymes like me.”
    Anyway Alan’s job is secure and not because he did tremendous work for his company in Indonesia, Thailand ,Norway, UK, Germany, Netherlands and Australia but because he has half the generals of Indonesia on his slush fund payroll and no matter what your feelings are about global warming he knows about his bosses involvement with the ‘rainy season.’ 😉 😉

  9. avatar balipoet says:

    [I wonder, for instance, whether “balipoet” is in Jakarta rather than Bali, whether he ever sets any of his work to music]


    Bule baby, talk to me,
    Buy me a drink if you like what you see.
    I saw you eyein’ my groovin’ on the dance floor
    Bustin’ moves to the metal in my 9 inch sti-let-tos
    There may be a few thorns behind these red petals,
    But I ain’t no whore, I ain’t no whore.

    I’m a diamond in the rough, just waitin’ for your stuff
    Talk to me, Bule baby, have no fear
    I’ll tell you all the things you wanna’ hear.
    Let’s hookup tonight, it’s gonna be fun
    After I do you all the things that needs to be done.

    Hey, my name is Dion, what’s your name?
    Baby, I know that you want me, there ain’t no shame.

    They call me Buleman, cuz I’m whiter than snow
    Just broke up with my lady, but don’t need another ho
    There’s a real person inside here, I ain’t no ATM
    You bitches all the same, I know the scam.

    Find yourself some loser, some old man with a pot,
    Pot belly, pot o’ gold, you’re grandpa’s last shot.
    My heart has so many rips you can read it like Braille,
    I cried so many tears they fell on the pavement like hail.

    You can lick my dick, bitch, kiss my white ass
    I’ll make you cry daddy when you take it up the ass.
    When I’m done with you I’ll toss you in the gutter
    So you can peddle your meat on the street, just like your muther.
    If you were on fire, I wouldn’t even piss on you
    Just let you burn slowly, and coo in your spew.

    So I guess I’m not the husband material you had in mind,
    So f*ck off, bitch, I’m sick of your kind.

    I know your disappointments, I have them too.
    Sure, life ain’t fair, shit, so what’s new?!
    You and I gotta roll with punches, bend with wind
    Hypocrites can cast their stones, but who hasn’t sinned?
    I can tell you’re not like the others, you gotta heart,
    Look fine, smell nice, and I can see that you’re smart.

    O.K. If there are no strings attached, I’ll give it another shot,
    I know you’re not the ‘one’, but I gotta admit that you’re hot.
    Truth is, I’ve learned the only cure for a broken heart,
    Is to f*ck a new bitch, right from the start.

    ©2011 Balipoet
    Asylum Records

  10. avatar deta says:

    Achmad, how’s life been treating you lately?

  11. avatar timdog says:

    Sssssshhhhhhhhhhhh! deta! If it is him we don’t want to scare him off!

  12. avatar agan says:

    holy shish kebab,

    They can take him out of Purbalinga but they can’t take Purbalinga out of him!

    I knew u r just warmin’ up , my ninja.

  13. avatar Lomboksurfer says:

    I dont come to condemn but rather to save – I am not running after other women but savoring only one flavor – Love is not always easy to read – But love always finds a way to feed – They say honesty is the best policy – Love doesnt boast and love isn’t jealous -Love is kind and love frees the mind – Please babe find a way to love

  14. avatar Achmad Sudarsono says:

    @ Deta, soon I will tell all about my meditative experiences in Las Vegas strip clubs, Sufi desert camps and Tibetan caves.
    @ Bojog and Balipoet: paragraphs. Paragraphs, paragraphs, paragraphs. Please, in Brahma’s name.

  15. avatar deta says:

    Glad that you’re back, Pak Achmad. Balipoet’s bitching about bitches is just too much, don’t you think?

    Why so bitter – If all he gets is what he gives. Why should suffer – Why can’t he let go and forgive.

    And accusing me of searching a husband on this forum?

    If you think I’m here to find a date or a husband – nothing could be further from the truth. Cuz I’ve been pretty well cautioned – that love brings too much pain to sooth

    And his personal assistant, bojog, obviously tried to imitate you.

  16. avatar Landoule says:

    Hi Im new in this “forum” and Im from Malaysia.

    Its interesting to read point of views pertaining Indonesian women.

    They are beautiful and down to earth as opposed to what Ive been reading about aloof and money centric individuals.

    There’s always bad apple in any culture for that matter.
    Malaysian, Indonesian, Brits, Aussies etc..

    One thing for sure, after visiting Indonesia, I find Malaysian are a rude bunch …( sorry to generalise) but its true … to me at least.

    Kudos to Indonesian women and Indonesian as a whole ….. love u people
    i just wish when my national anthem is being played no one jeers ….

  17. avatar Etty says:

    I saw so many western choice married with Indonesian Woman, most of them had a happy life and good looking childreens. Basicly they married cause LOVE. Most Of Them married with Western man because they’re all a good looking and they’re more considerations , respect, understanding and equal to their wife. Oh I wish still leave a good westernman one for me:D.

  18. avatar ET says:

    Achmad Sudarsono

    soon I will tell all about my meditative experiences in Las Vegas strip clubs

    Nothing beats a lap dance to awaken the kundalini serpent so it can rise up through the central nadi, called sushumna, that rises up inside or alongside the spine. The progress of kundalini through the different chakras leads to different levels of awakening and mystical experience, until the kundalini finally reaches the top of the head, Sahasrara chakra, producing an extremely profound mystical experience, also called orgasm.
    I personally recommend the Red Garter strip club in downtown Las Vegas where Betty, the Lotus of Kundalini, will assist you in reaching unprecedented levels of cosmic consciousness leading to unadulterated expression of Self-realization and Enlightenment.

  19. avatar ET says:

    O yes, and this is Betty, the Lotus of Kundalini.

  20. avatar lomboksurfer says:

    Driving in the rain from Jakarta to Bandung/ our claim to infamy from the start were the songs that we sung/ stuck in a traffic jam going up the volcanic mountain/ a prolific writer and a beautiful woman, as any, plucked from the rib of man/ I love you so much baby especially when you defy me/ I crave you so much lady particularly when you cry like a phony/ the road to hell is the way we know to our doom/ Forever too proud lovers lying under the river created by a showering monsoon/ Together singing loudly in the rain, a farewell to arms, see you in hell/ Kissing you under the spell of a glowing moon, singing, all’s well that ends well!!

  21. avatar balipoet says:


    It appears I have roused this sleeping serpent

    from her dogmatic slumber. Newborn-blind she flicks

    at air thick with heat and the aroma of mandarins.

    You uncoil before me as a densely knotted oriental,

    ligatured in byzantine mandalas inscribed in silk

    and sinuously guided by raw scent and sensibility.

    What epiphanies occur when two serpents meet

    beyond the civility of “Dr. Livingstone, I presume?”

    Endlessly lost, perhaps they newly find themselves

    entwined in the satiny compass of each other,

    finally shedding the heavy armor of their scales.

    [Lilou C]
    She wakes from the slumber of her life
    Slithering slowly, seductively
    Caressing her soft belly against the slick and slippery floor
    And in perfect harmony glides in a the rising helix to reach the sky
    Tongue slick, slipping in and out
    Feeling the heat of the air
    She opens her clear and piercing eyes
    That see omnisciently into all around
    With innocent gesture you think she notices you not
    But she is peripherally cognizant despite her naivete

    She’s been here before so many times
    It’s familiar nostalgia, a past life
    The homecoming music is the beating shaman’s drum
    His melodica sings beauty in sound
    And her heart beats silently while her cool body pulsates rhythm unknowing, arrant feeling
    She becomes the song and her graceful dance
    Strikes the air in awareness with reverence
    You watch her body pulse
    Constrict and dilate muscles tight
    Writhing you ache to be the other helix of the matrix
    Entangled in the shrivatsa

    For she has left the trap
    Released herself without knowing
    That the gate was never locked
    And to the scent not of mandarins, but the perfume of bergamot
    She basques in her aura
    And sways to the song of life

    He says mandarin and she says bergamot.

    He should have induced that some bouquet

    of tartness abides in her peregrine perfumery.

    Less sour than a lemon, more tangy than a persimmon,

    she straddles his taste buds with a tightrope walker’s

    savoir-faire, striking white knuckled balance between

    erotic and exotic, between essential and tributary,

    between the pucker of pleasure and the velvety kiss

    of pure possibility.

    And she says she is no poet.

    P.S. I never said they were ALL bitches. That would be stereotyping. Some can keep up with me without Google. Bottom line: the greater your capacity for love, the greater your capacity to be hurt. But when you throw in the towel on love, you throw in the towel on life. Though the armor on the amour thickens, the real stuff penetrates to the soul. That’s why I’m still at it.

  22. avatar Achmad Sudarsono says:

    @ All, no disrespect to Mr. Balipoet, a practicioner of the noble art of poetry like myself. And he ever have some *seksi* lines, but just use the paragraph, more useful than a clurit in the Kampung.

    @ Deta, ah yes, the ancient arts of tantra are indeed a building block of my ilmu (discipline) of male seksiness. As we’ve discussed and Our Proklamator Soekarno showed most Indonesian woman are already the embodiment of Draupadi.

  23. avatar ET says:

    But when you throw in the towel on love, you throw in the towel on life.

    Some great minds and famous lovers don’t concur.

    Napoleon Bonaparte: “The only victory in love is escape” (la seule victoire dans l’amour est la fuite).

  24. avatar agan says:

    Pak Sudarsono,

    Now that you mentioned it then it dawns on me that the famous Rendra was not only a great poet undoubtedly ever a seksi man (his nickname was “The PeaCock”) and also a keen student of the the art of pencak silat much like you.

    I remember in one his testosterone friendly poetry reading all women (brown and bule alike) would flock to him off stage afterward, shocked and awe.
    I didn’t understand poetry but one could feel the magnetism, that he was a man of courage and yet witty as well.
    When he entered the room he turned off the dark, Spidey would said.

    On slightly different note I also remember during my pesantren day way back then the ever hilarious Ahmed/Rizzo aka The Jerky Boyz every time I listened to their skits/bootleg tapes make me rotflmao much like you.

  25. avatar deta says:

    Thank you, Balipoet. That’s beautiful.

    Love is fine, love is truly divine. I am saved by love when times get rough.
    I never throw in the towel on love, as I never throw in the towel on life.
    I just never throw myself into (stupid) dating sites 🙂

  26. avatar Louis Landesman says:

    Is the proposed law requiring foreign men marrying Indonesian women in force? Does it apply to all nationalities? Any change in the future?

    Terimah kasih

  27. avatar BrotherMouzone says:

    @ Louis Landesman

    Is the proposed law requiring foreign men marrying Indonesian women in force? Does it apply to all nationalities? Any change in the future?

    Good lord, this is the first I’ve heard of this. I’m all for cultural integration, but requiring foreign men to marry Indonesian women is just too much.

    Does this law also apply to expatriate men who are already married when they arrive here? That would explain a lot…

  28. avatar Louis says:

    Sorry. I meant to ask if the proposed $50,000 deposit required from foreign men marrying Indonesian women was in force. According to the US Embassy in Jakarta it is not in force. Would it likely be passed in the future?

  29. avatar balipoet says:

    Re: $50,000 bride deposit/ransom

    Who gives a flying f#ck if it’s in effect or not. Take a $30 Air Asia flight to Singapore, tie the knot there and in one fell swoop bypass Indonesia’s archaic ‘same religion’ requirement for husband and spouse (an insipid throwback to the 14th Century where men where men and sheep were nervous).
    Anyhowz, laws in Indonesia are not legislated to invite compliance. They are intentionally legislated to create insurmountable hurdles that you are usually left with no other choice than to bribe the the corrupt lackeys entrusted with their enforcement.
    Now be a good boy and spend the $50,000 I just just saved you on more shit you don’t need to plug the insatiable void inside you and on a bevy of future mistresses (once you’re bored with the bitch you married in 60 days – tops). It’s a win-win-win scenario — and good for the economy.
    Remember, Jesus saves but Mohammed invests in designer goods.

  30. avatar ET says:

    Remember, Jesus saves but Mohammed invests in designer goods.

    Can you hold my hand and elaborate? Please. Moi petit nègre, moi rien comprendre.

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