I truly am an entire hopeless intimate in a generation that is hook-up. I really think Prince Charming will probably just come swoop me through to an unicorn that is white a wine and a one-way admission to accompany mine.
We realize my relationship objectives are unrealistic, and I’m likely doomed to being a pet woman unless We begin exercising polygamy or regardless of the hell sexual choice Miley Cyrus claims become.
But I’ve been experiencing great deal less hopeless recently because of travel. Here’s why: