Have you ever noticed that the great thing about talking (in my case whining) about men/relationships/lack thereof is that - together with alcohol - it is the strongest common ground you have with people (you think) you have nothing in common with? You can go to the Bolivian Chaco and talk about you clumsy seduction attempts gone terribly wrong, and people suddenly see you're really not that different from them at all.
And since things have potential to suck as bad anywhere.. I'd rather be in London!
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