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Wife Eater Today

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Let me get one thing straight, I'm not the type of person who has serial boyfriends. I don't spend my time hopping from one relationship to the next, that just isn't me. The reality has been far more stark in comparison. While witnessing most of my friends continue their ongoing romantic dramas I spent the majority of my 20's single. To the outsider this might have seemed strange and did. Even my brother started to question my sexual orientation. But when you're heavily involved in daily destroying yourself through your so called friend bulimia, there's not much room left for intimacy.

I'd also like to establish there was nothing further from my mind than the idea of going to Iran and getting involved with an Iranian man, albeit of a Russian variety. It was one of those scenarios when the notion hadn't even grabbed one second of contemplation. A main reason I went to Iran was to avoid public contact. In less than a sociable nor attractive mood I was seeking seclusion after surgery. Hiding away I certainly didn't plan to get involved with anyone. Life certainly does throw you some irony.

And lastly, let's not forget I wasn't going to Aya Napa or Ibiza. This wasn't a place to be meeting members of the opposite sex (or the same sex depending on your orientation). This was an Islamic country that had banned clubs, bars, pubs and basically anything remotely resembling a place where you could meet others. I'm sure if they had the chance they'd dispose of park benches if they
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