2 months, 18 days and counting. If I had testicles, I’m pretty sure they would have shriveled up and fallen off from lack of use. I can feel my libido gasping its last dying breath.

It’s still just as scary as the first time. I meet lots of guys. 75% turn me off in the first few minutes with overly aggressive come-ons or just general drunken foolishness. Is it too much to ask for some normal conversation without someone leering at me like a hungry lion? Seems the other 25% are either disinterested or too shy to do something about it. I was always interested in shier guys, just based on the fact that they generally have gentler approaches. In the long run, I would probably be less compatible with someone like that but I just can’t get past the beginning with the rest.

I seem to have this problem in any continent I go to, leading to the thought that it’s actually me that is the problem. I seriously don’t understand how other people get together.

Dearest Ecuador,

Much time we have spent together. We have been through many life experiences and you have always been there for me. I have learned many things from you and I hope you have taken a bit from me as well.

One thing I must bring up though, one thing I cannot get used to matter how much time I spend here. I’m sorry but it is not polite to stare. I know that I am pretty. I also know that I’m white/red and that my hair is a weird color. But you’ve seen it all before. Can we perhaps move on?

No? well then. Please, as a compromise, give me 5 minutes of peace to brush my teeth before the constant WATCHING begins for the day.