I have been exiled in a nondating desert for the past several months now. Ever since my return from Italy, when I started writing a book and now my blog, it’s as if the love gods have decided do away with all distractions and keep me focussed. I haven’t gone this long without at least some sort of male attention since the fifth grade when I stayed home from school for a week because of chicken pox. It’s as if the gods are testing me.
Oh they tease me alright, and they tempt me, and sometimes I even think they’re mocking me. How do I know this? Well I just spent a week in the most macho of cities, Buenos Aires, and not once did any man even try to hit on me – and this in a city famous for its Latin love connections. It’s not that I am a wallflower or some sort of shrinking violet. On the contrary, I am a shameless flirt. But nothing – nada, niente, not even a nibble – forget about any proposals – indecent or otherwise.
And so I continue to wander and write.
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