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Sometimes, travel flings can remind you that humanity still exists, even as the world crumbles around you. Skip ! Story from Travel. Laurel Miller. On Christmas Day,I was camping on a Southeast Asian beach, when I came down with the flu, combined with bronchitis.
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We spent hours talking at an abandoned rooftop bar, then wandered down to the deserted beach, where we lay under a palm tree and talked some more. As dawn broke, we went back my bungalow, whereupon he threw me against the wall and kissed me.
It was game on, and while we never technically had sex, we spent the next two days together.
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And it was — until I saw a beam of light moving toward us from the hallway. The security guard was about to bust us. P and I leapt off of the table, scrambling for our clothes. He didn't move fast enough, so while he huddled, naked, behind a door, I pretended to search for a lost contact lens under the glare of a flashlight. While hook-ups in inappropriate places are part of the fun, vigilance is key. In college, Hook up resorts thought it would be fun to make out with a guy while lying on the bar in an after hours, open-air restaurant.
It was a blast — until the local Federales caught us. My roommates had no idea where I was, so if anything truly bad had happened, I really would have been screwed. The takeaway: try not to break any laws, and always carry well-hidden cash. And that, in essence, is the secret to a great travel hookup: Be ready for anything, and if you happen to know a few key words of the local language, so much the better.
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