Drinking with a Canadian in Munich

They say that in life, you are bound to have life-changing conversations. I find this statement flawed; how does one instance change you with such absoluteness? I abhor objective deals but I find that in Munich, I really did encounter a life-changing 4 hour conversation. His name is Aarron – this is not a misspell…

Hello Berlin, I have missed you.

I dated a German guy once. Those who are close to me will know when and how it happened. Ever since my short entanglement with M, my ideal guy has shifted from one check list to that of Germanic form. This check-list is full of whimsical ideals and instant gratifications – unrealistic, fantastical and remote…