When I was a student in Chennai, my classmates and I visited a small village in Tamil Nadu. I remember the village girls giggling at us and passing comments on how weak city girls were. Each girl from the village carried three buckets to our one.
We sat making small talk, nothing thrilling, but as I drank more of the wine, he became more interesting. I didn’t resist after a while, when he leaned in for the kiss. Back to his place. The sex was mediocre. But I was drunk so moaned too loud and fell off the bed.
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To the right you see a small pitiful looking pond covered with green scum. I remember thinking to myself, "This might not be worth all the hype." I remember thinking that I hoped we hadn't just wasted a bunch of time and money. Later I'll feel pretty foolish for that thought.
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Our front yard is often host to stray horses, sheep, feral rabbits, echidna’s, Kangaroo’s and the odd feral goat. Brown Snakes are plentiful and highly venomous.
I woke up in the middle of the night with a headache, itchy skin, red welts on my body. Took a shower, it didn’t help. Stomach pains. Afraid it’s malaria. Emailed dad in the USA, asked him what Malaria looks like. He said he’d ask Susan. Susan said it’s not Malaria . . . .
The best and worst catcalls I ever received were in Morocco where men would just shout out the names of American celebrities they knew, like Lady Gaga. It was either that or "Fish and chips!" and "God save the queen!"
I tried, I really did. I gave myself pep talks, I wore unattractive underwear, did not shave my legs, but in the end, I spectacularly failed at my long distance relationship . . . .
“Why can’t you do anything normally?” I lost count of the number of times my parents said that to me before I’d started senior school. “Why do you always have to take it to extremes?” I didn’t understand the question at the time . . . .