Two sex-less weeks in a row at the Good Men Project! It’s a miracle! This week, I wrote about traveling solo when you’re a single white female in parts of the world where single white females aren’t a dime a dozen. There’s a story some of you have heard me recount (some of you many times… I apologize), about a creeper following me home in Barcelona. I put it down on paper this week, and in doing so, I realized I’ve been telling it all wrong.
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Related Post: Hugo at GMP and I hash it out one final time about who pays on first dates.