About a year ago, I went on a date with someone who failed to fall for my grace, beauty and buckets of charm. I know this because he never called me again. He did, however, make clear his disdain for women who “like to control everything”. At some point during the course of the evening […]
March 21, 2012
Argentine men are dangerously attractive and the one who approached me, the blonde girl in the smoky Buenos Aires nightclub, was taller, darker and more handsome than most. The alarm bell sounded. It was time to walk the thin line between being prissy and not wishing to waste anybody’s time. “I have a boyfriend,” I […]
March 17, 2012
Alright, let’s be honest. How many truly gorgeous men are there in the world with three centimetres of fur on their faces? A Shipwrecked Tom Hanks? John Lennon in 1970? I always seem to stick my neck out for Señor Guevara – an exception in so many ways – but beyond him, nope. Huge hippie […]
March 14, 2012
There wasn’t a chance in hell that Pablo wasn’t going to ask the one question I’m not particularly fond of answering. “Where are you from?” he began. I arranged my features into their now familiar half-apologetic, half dumb-blonde-girl pose. The message is clear: I’m English, but I’m far too nice and innocent to know anything […]
March 25, 2012
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