Recently Noah asked me if I thought I could handle moving out to the middle of nowhere with just him. Would I be content without the huge network of people I’ve built.
Today I had the thought: There will always be women (and men) in leather flirting with me.
Even if we moved to the middle of nowhere. Let’s get real.
Dangerous.
Yeah. That’s part of why the “8 months in the middle of nowhere, 4 months travelling everywhere and slutting around” thing is an ineffective fantasy. You’d totally find somebody during the other 8 months a year 🙂