What better way to exploit my newfound freedom than spending six days in a European city with a man whose name I wasn’t sure of six hours earlier?
At worst, a holiday with a relative stranger would make for a hilarious story in years to come.
All the other tourists seem to be on honeymoon. We haven't even been dating long enough to be in our honeymoon phase, let alone on an actual honeymoon.
There are shoots of love, though, I think, budding out of the manure.
I don't know if you should go on holiday with someone you've just met but I do know that you cannot manufacture intimacy.