Why Abroad Romances Teach You Great Dating Habits


I sleep with people too early on.

What I mean to say is, I sleep with people too early on. Im using air quotes because thats what a friend of a guy I slept with told me was his reason for losing interest in me.

See, I wanted to date this guy, and I wasnt sure whether or not he wanted to date me, but I didnt care. I had sex with him before giving him the chance to tell me.

From that point on, our relationship (if you could call it that) would be confined to the bedroom.

I dont believe in this whole too early thing. I think if a guy likes you, he likes you. And when it comes to whether or not he wants to be with you, it doesnt matter how early on (or how late) you sleep with him.

Regardless, I had hopes for that guy and mines relationship. I wanted it to see the outside world. I wanted it to take us to parks and theaters, jazz bars and comedy clubs, his friends place and my friends place.

But it didnt happen because I had set a precedent.

Maybe he just didnt like me, but my point is, Id rather have spent a night with him than getting to know someone aside from between the bedsheets.

Sleeping with men before getting to know them is a habit of mine. When I go into such trysts, actually, wanting something morethan sex from them is also a habit.

I wasnt flying to Switzerland alone to learn about why I acted the way I acted with men, per se. I was hoping to learn more about myself. And if I just so happened to learn about men as a result of learning about myself, I was down to absorb that knowledge.

I know youre wondering if I slept with someone on my trip. I didnt.

Again, I know what youre thinking: But Sheena! Sleeping with someone abroad is essential to the experience!And maybe youre right.

But maybe youre also wrong.

Going abroad was good for me. It ending up fulfilling, nay, exceeding my expectations. I learned that Im physically and emotionally way more capable than I thought I was.

Its always nice to surprise yourself with small reminders of resilience. I like surprises, but traveling taught me more than just that.

On my second night on the other side of the Atlantic, I met up with a brown-haired, green-eyed guy. He was a friend of my cousin.

He was keen to show me around, and of course, I took him up on his generous offer. Brian* was kind and energetic. Oh, and smart, too. We had no shortage of authors, from emerging and Pulitzer Prize-winning ones, to talk about.

He took me to a barefoot bar (yes, its exactly what it sounds like), and then to an orchestral performance at the Opera. From there, we crashed abirthday partyand somehow wound up watching the sun set from a park bench.

It was 5 am when we said goodbye. He walked me home, and we embraced for what seemed like forever.

With my phone tucked safely away in the back pocket of my Longchamp, the entire night and my social media accounts suspended, he had my full attention.

All eyes were on him. I was completely in the moment, present as Id ever been, soaking up every single moment with him something I hadnt done with a guy in I cant even remember how long.

He showed me places I wouldnt otherwise have seen. You know, cool underground places you only really know if youve been living somewhere for quite some time.

In just 18 hours, wed seen the entire citys most beautiful landscapes and most enchanting quarters. Exploring with him felt so different from what I was used to.Back home, Id sworn off dating and reduced my interactions with men todrunken booty calls.

But Brian? I dated him as if Id never see him again.

He and I almost met up again on my final night, but technical difficulties got in the way. See, Id already trained it to another city and my phone died, so I couldnt tell him where I was and yada, yada, yada.

But I so badly wanted to see him. Out of all my pit stops, my night with him tied for first with my night up on this big mountain I had climbed all alone.

New York Sheena had fallen into sort of a slump. Shed stopped exploring her own city because shed grown tired of it (or maybe tired of herself?).

And because shed grown tired of everything, shed also forgotten how to date the men inhabiting her great city.

Being in a new place, though, made her remember whats so special about exploring the city you live in. Theres always more to explore.

The novelty of her trip also made her remember whats so special about getting to know someone the slow, steady way. The old-fashioned way. The forwards way, not the backwards way.

New York Sheenawas hardly starry-eyed anymore,but Switzerland Sheena miraculously was. And she packed it up and brought back to the states with her a newfound eagerness to never stop growing, an eagerness to ever stop putting faith in peopleshedoesnt yet know.

So, New York, Im ready to give you and all your people an honest chance again.

Im ready to date, regardless of the repercussions. Because well never get where we want to be if we dont listen intently and open our hearts fully.

Well always fall a little short if we dont believe and I meanreallybelieve in what could be, no matter how many times weve been crushed like a menthol and used like an ash tray.

Live every day as if youre visiting a foreign country. Date as if youll never see the person again.


*Name has been changed.

Read more: http://elitedaily.com/dating/abroad-romances-dating-habits/1606300/

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