If you find a potty-trained one… don’t let him go!!!

I’m in Bali for the last leg of my trip, indulging in a week of recovery from the influenza I picked up in Krui.

I booked myself into a chic Balinese villa and have been enjoying the complete Sophia self-care package: healthy food, massages, facials, and even a little shopping.

Every morning, I treat myself to one of my favorite breakfast spots, savoring delicious lattes and fresh juices while trying their healthy meal options. I people-watch, respond to emails, and today, I’m inspired to write this post for my blog.

Chelas, the restaurant I’m currently at, is probably my favorite in Uluwatu for breakfast. I sit to the right, at a low table surrounded by cushions. Lush plants, chirping birds, and soft piano music create a serene ambiance. The owner, Diego, is here most days, ensuring the place runs seamlessly. The service is unparalleled, the coffee exquisite, and the food and juices consistently perfect.

The staff exudes happiness and relaxation, working in a harmonious flow without haste. The vibe at Chelas is delightful, and if you ever find yourself in Uluwatu, I highly recommend you visit. If there’s an open spot, choose a low table on the right.

Perfect little work station at Chelas.

A few mornings ago, while sipping my latte at Drifters Restaurant, a handsome tattooed man struck up a conversation from the next table. After our introductions, I invited him to join me for breakfast, and we shared a lovely moment. He then invited me to a breath class that afternoon, and the more I got to know him, the more depth I saw. When he asked, I happily accepted a dinner date.

Yesterday, he took me to a stunning sunset on the beach and then to his friend’s restaurant, a Peruvian place serving the best ceviche I’ve ever had. We laughed a lot, I met some of his friends, and around 10 pm he took me home, as we were riding on one scooter.

Upon entering my beautiful villa, I noticed all the lights were out and not working, which was peculiar given that neighboring places had electricity.

As far as Bali Villas go, this one's a good one.

I turned on my phone’s flashlight and began tinkering around to locate a breaker box while simultaneously messaging my Airbnb host for assistance.

The master bedroom is a work of art. A feature I adored when booking the property was the glass walls surrounding the space, with a centerfold plush king-size bed and floor-to-ceiling blackout curtains that can easily be drawn or opened.

At the time, the curtains were open and I had full view of the property. While my fingers gingerly typed on the Airbnb app to my hostess, I looked up and had to do a double take. I couldn’t believe my eyes.

My date was relieving himself at the main entrance of this majestic property. He was facing the wall, spraying all over the grass and stone walkway—the very path my bare feet would tread for the rest of my stay.

This spectacular property has not one, but two bathrooms. Yet here was this handsome, successful property developer, openly urinating in the main entrance of my temporary home.

I was in shock, utterly disbelieving what I was witnessing. Ten years ago, I might have remained silent, but now… is a different story.

When he finally finished, I stood there, mouth agape, a bit frozen. When I confronted him, he trivialized the act, and when I demanded an apology and a promise he wouldn’t repeat it, he refused and left without a word, leaving me in utter confusion.

I laugh as I write this because it marks a new low for me. Unimaginably, a new low. I honestly thought my luck with men couldn’t get any worse this year.

“Oh baby, it can!” I hear God saying in the background.

I went to bed both confused and amused by the quality of my choices in men.

First thing in the morning, I sent a voice message to my best friend Mayra, seeking her opinion and asking if I’d been unreasonable in demanding an apology and being shocked by this person’s behavior.

Her response was hilarious, reflecting my own view of the situation.

She reassured me I wasn’t crazy and confirmed that no, it’s not normal for men to urinate in women’s houses anywhere outside a toilet. She validated my feelings of being rightfully bothered.

So ladies, if you find yourself single and engaging in the dating game, and you come across a man who’s potty-trained… don’t let him go!!!