In retrospect: showing a guy the condom that you keep in your purse and telling him that you have your own room may send a strong signal. Like that he should ask if he should come upstairs before he even kisses you. And that when you...
After a bumpy bus ride from Vientiane, one that was an hour late in arriving and only made pit stops by the side of the road, forcing me to pee in a bush, we arrived in Vang Vieng: a backpackers mecca revolving around rafting, drinking,...
I make weird faces at myself in the mirror. It's a quirky little habit that I picked up somewhere in my lifetime. Pursed lips, puffed cheeks, flipped tongue, squinted eyes. All kinds of nonsensical expressions. I've recently noticed I do it on Skype too, so...
We drank a lot of beer. Too much. We ate a lot of food. And ordered the entire menu. We made a dance floor. Where there wasn't one. We took shots. Too many. I got engaged. Again. We closed down two bars. Should have been three. I made out with a...
I didn't even really want to go to Nha Trang, Vietnam. I'd heard it was beautiful, but after spending way too long in Sihanoukville I wasn't quite in the mood for another party beach town. But I wanted a quick one or two day diversion...
The bartender, one of about seven working behind the small bar of Monkey Republic asked me where I was from. When I said "America" he didn't believe me. Apparently when they were all talking in a language I didn't understand and glancing over at me...
Again came just five days later. Gabriel and I arranged to meet in Koh Lanta, a nearby island, where we rented a bungalow for three nights on a quiet beach. It rained. A lot. But there was just enough sun for swimming, for lying in...
"Just let things happen." I don't remember what exactly it was that Gabriel said that in response to on that night in Kuala Lumpur. Something to do with travel plans, I'm sure. But let's just say that at that moment it resonated. When he had said...
Sometimes you have no intention of seeing someone again. Because you think they have to be too young. Because you think the whole thing is ridiculous. Because, frankly, you still think too much. And when he kisses you goodbye and asks if you want to...
So in typical Val/Emily fashion, this is how our Friday night plans of taking a Chicago sex tour around the city came to fruition: Val: Look Em, Weird Chicago has a sex tour of Chicago! Emily: I'll get the tickets! Really, neither of us needed any convincing that...