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This Will Solve Everything!
TJ’s Travel Journal
London, Day Fifteen
Dear Digital Travel Journal,
It’s official. It only took two weeks for me to fall in love with London, from the sights to the rain to the music.
Don’t get me started on the men, though. That situation is not what I expected. There has been no non-stop fiesta of dick.
Cue the sad wiener trombone.
But hey, I blame my roommate for that.
Jude takes up all the space in my mind. He makes everyone else look like a carbon copy of an already faded, old-timey, black and white photograph.
After the last week of getting to know him, I’m no longer convinced I can handle fifty more weeks of living together with, let’s face it, my dream guy. He’s the swooniest man I’ve ever known, and my entire body vibrates just being near him. He’s wickedly charming and ridiculously beautiful, and I am so far gone.
So, yeah, I’m pretty sure I’ll melt into a puddle of unresolved sexual tension in a few more days.
And really, what use am I to the world in liquid lust form?
When I went for a run this morning along the river in the rain, I worked through the roomie quandary. I asked myself what I’d do if I were writing the story of a guy falling for his roommate who was stuck with a lease he couldn’t break.
Two miles in, skin wet, shirt soaked, I formulated a badass plan to move Jude back to square one in the friend zone.
Let’s call it Operation Wingman. All I have to do is enlist him as my comrade in arms.