Method of Survival

So far I have successfully mocked my fellow government employees, trivial venus envy, classic male-family entrenched egos, and then indulged in an emotional discourse, reaking of typical feminine feelings (helplessness, guilt, sympathy etc.). Well now the time has come for me to go back to mocking, and this time mock somebody totally unexpected..ME! So, here it goes:

While returning to Kuwait from a business trip last year, I was seated next to a very attractive young man in First Class. He was sharply dressed in an immaculate suit, his skin was a delicious cocoa bronze with a tint of redness, and his eyes were fiery green with black eye lashes as sharp as swords. He was hot. I guessed he would be south american, or maybe sicilian (but he didn't have the curly hair), or maybe a mix of both. Turns out the man was Indian (who would have thought!), a Harvard Suma Cum Laud, and wasn't coming to Kuwait on business. My curiousity was piqued to say the least:
CD: So why on earth are you coming to kuwait?
Hot Indian Harvard Guy: I come to kuwait to party.

I needed about 5 minutes to register that sentence, and then another 2 minutes to recover from the surprise, and five more to formulate a semi decent response:
CD: oh.. you have friends in Kuwait that you party with?
Hot Indian Harvard Guy: Yes, I met them from my days in Boston. I know (a famous Kuwaiti person) and (another famous Kuwaiti person) and (a bigtime Kuwaiti jackpot). (Bigtime Kuwaiti jackpot) throws great parties in his yatch at this time of year, with always the best entertainers.

I thought about offering to show Hot Indian Harvard Guy around Kuwait but I realized it was pointless, he was in the hands of much more glamourous people that throw parties with fire shows and human statues and actually, this is not the point of my post! The point is that I too, would like to indulge in some partying every now and then, I mean I'm young, I'm single, and I want to do what I used to do when I was in college, which is to have some fun. But because I'm in kuwait, I automatically have to put up the "I'm holier than thou" front so that everyone will think of me as the 'sweet girl from highschool' they endearingly remember. And as much as I get tempted to tiptoe out of my house in the wee hours of the morning to a roaring party, there is always a nagging fear that I might run into Oppressive Cousin or a member of his clan that will surely deliver the gossip. Besides, its not really worth to risk my untarnished (at least in my belief) reputation to be in the company of people who ultimately won't even respect me. So my decision was to maintain a low profile at all times, and just not socialise out of the limits of cultural propriety defined by soceity & traditional convention.
The way I rectified wild urges, depression, and creeping temptations is by travelling. Everytime I get invited to a hot party, I make it a point to travel to another country. That way, I don't feel like I'm missing out on a great experience, heck, I'm in another city with far more excitement, so there! It also feels kinda fabulous to turn down an invitation by saying "sorry, dear, can't come, I'll be in London at the time (or Paris, or Nyc, or Dubai..whatever destination affordable at the moment). This technique has obviously diluted my resources, but it saved me from possible mental instability.

Now the time has come where I am yet again invited to a great post Eid party, the attendees of which will probably mostly be expats, but I'm still not willing to risk being spotted. So now I am about to spend fifty percent of what I earned this month on a trip out of Kuwait for 5 days to avoid feeling sorry for myself. We all have our sneaky methods of survival, don't we?