Did I mention earlier that I’ve travelled? Oh yeah, I did. I’ve travelled to many far-away places, I’m like Alice and the world is my wonderland. Except, in the second movie where the entire wonder world is diminishing. I’m totally kidding…kinda?
Don’t get me wrong, the world is a majestical place: especially when you leave the little sanctuary that you’ve decided is all there is. You’ll go somewhere like Paris where a French man will pull you aside and call you ‘very pretty’, or Santorini where a Greek man feeds you almonds as if you’re some sort of queen… I just realised how awkward that would be for those things to happen to you if you’re a guy, but who am I to judge?
Look for these stories under my posts that mention ‘tit for tale’. I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.
Give it time, I’m sure I’ll tell you these stories amongst the rest.
It’s like Ripley’s ‘Believe it or not’, except this shit actually happens.