It’s not
easy to be a woman blah blah blah. This week I’ve read about human trafficking,
domestic violence and how men in power grope very single woman they meet – just
because it’s possible.
After those
my own encounters seem small but nevertheless they have been from awkward to
plain disgusting. If you’re a single
woman travelling around and most of the time in countries that haven’t heard of
the women’s movement, you allow yourself one or two white lies.
My little
white lie got big. These days it’s living a life of its own. Yep. It’s my
imaginary boyfriend.
Last time
today I was asked, if I’m single or not. The question came from a man who was
very friendly but his motives to hear my answer were… Let’s not go there.
Anyway I’ve been saved so many a times by the loveliest man in the world. (Who
usually is staying in a nearby town or waits for me just around the corner.)
Meet
Jayson. Lovely Brit who has even lovelier accent. He’s dark haired and has a
great personality. He always laughs at my jokes and what’s even better makes me
laugh. We share a passion to work in developing countries in the health sector.
He is the one. And I’m not ashamed. Though if Mr. Right comes along I’m
ditching Jayson.
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