I shake my head firmly. I’m 1,000% certain Andrés did not tell me he was married, because if he had, we wouldn’t be sitting here right now on what I thought might be a date.
Stories about love, lust, and dating while traveling the world
It feels far too cruelly ironic that the first guy I’ve invited into my bed in over a year doesn’t seem at all excited to be there. But instead of cutting bait, I do the thing you’re never supposed to do: hope he’ll change.