A bachelorette's note.

I decided to abandon my conservative ways for a night and go out to do some recon re: what "fun" people do with their nights off here in Macau. Me and some friends went to MGM Hotel where I was determined to dance the night away. Apparently, dancing on an overly full stomach of Indian cuisine is not in the least bit ideal or comfortable, but nonetheless I managed to order enough sangria that not only was my curry discomfort forgotten, but my soft-core feminist tendencies diminished. I did remain aware of the fact that the band playing at Lion's Bar is INCREDIBLE. All I wanted to do was dance like a lunatic, and dance I did. Though it left me remarkably aware of one of Macau's major flaws, which is somewhat akin to Sydney's - The lack of eligible bachelors. I wonder how many young, vibrant, 20-somethings enjoy the prospect of being chatted up by a sleazy, possibly married, 50-something. It's not that I'm being elitist. I'm just being realistic. Unfortunately, pickins are slim in Macau and, as I have observed, many a desirable lady of admirable qualities will find herself settling for what would be a less than appetising offer for romantic involvement in any other environment. What do we do? Macau is a bubble. I can offer no advice to the troubled bachelorette. Follow your instinct. If times get hard I can recommend professional help. Otherwise, I do suggest investing in positive distractions. Ukuleles are wonderful, as are 500-1000 pce jigsaw puzzles.

Stay strong my ladies of Macau (and subsequent ladies of the world),
your time draws near...
xoxo