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), went to Meet Ups, worked out like a demon, upgraded my appearance, signed up for speed dating parties, met with expensive dating coaches and memorized all current dating books.
) and my French skills were poor so I could barely read street signs or communicate with anyone.
I was terrified and baffled with my head buried in my travel guides.
I bought my first ticket to Europe after my boss joked if I ever planned to use my vacation days. Work had become the only ‘husband’ I had come to know since leaving college.
My job was a selfish lover who didn’t care that I was lonely and ate most meals alone.
Right on the heels of my Parisian visit, I took the Eurostar to London.