Three years ago, off the back of a bad relationship, I needed out of Southern California and decided to move to London for six months. I was looking forward to being single for the first time in five years and was relishing the chance to dance, date and drink in a massive, heaving city. I would kick up my heels in swanky clubs, live in a Tudor cottage and date a man who wore a bowler hat and carried an umbrella. The Frisky: 5 Reasons Moving Is Good For You
Three weeks later, I opened the front door to find my roommate's brother, Mark, standing there with a bag in one hand, a bicycle in the other. He had just left his wife and three children and needed a place to stay.
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He had baggage so big and heavy that most airlines would have charged a lot for him to check it. He was 10 years my senior. But no matter how hard I tried to escape Mark, he always managed to corner me beautifully. One morning he chased me down the streets of South London and pulled me onto a southbound train. We spent the next two days together, him showing me the ropes of his city. The Frisky: Poser Un Lapin
When I was a teenager, I desperately wanted to fall in love. I'd tumbled in and out of relationships, yet never fully fell into one. Here I was in my late 20s and I desperately wanted my freedom. And I was falling into a mad cocoon that hadn't existed for me until I opened a door in London and a man with an accent began to pull it from deep inside of me. The Frisky: 8 Travel Tips For Visiting Your Long-Distance Man
We're still together and I love him unreservedly. We couldn't be more different, yet somehow we mesh perfectly.
I don't understand the inner workings of a heart that took so many years to surrender to the pain of being truly in love. I'd said "I love you" thousands of times before, my heart turning the phrase over and over while my mind found endless flaws in the person I was ultimately lying to. I had lived cold-blooded beneath the heat of the California sun until it faded into the chill of May in London, which feels more like autumn than spring. Perhaps I am now warm-blooded? The Frisky: MERRIme, A New Web Comedy About Online Dating