Why Vacay Dating Is So Sexy
A change of scene brings out my romance mojo
There’s something incredibly seductive about being a stranger in a strange land. That new-to-you luster stimulates your senses, making you more aware of your world (and its hot inhabitants).
I always feel more alive and attractive when I’m far from home, as though I’ve been given a permission slip to skip out on my old life and try on a new one for a few days.
Since I’m bicoastal curious this summer, splitting my time between Los Angeles and New York, I’m taking wild advantage of my “only in port for a night” status. I’m not sure if it’s me, Manhattan or the men – but, dear God, do I feel sexy here. In L.A. I’m a total wallflower. But New York me?
On Monday I was high-fived by a random runner in front of my apartment. (To clarify – this man was young, attractive and appeared to be gainfully employed, lest you think I’m being picked up by transients. Which I am, as well – but I’m not exclusive with any homeless gents quite yet.)
On Tuesday a sexy Starbucks barista handed me my blended banana chocolate caloriefest for free. He winked and said, “Call it a sample.”
On Wednesday an old coworker invited me for cocktails. (Guess we have some unfinished business to take to completion?)
On Thursday I got canceled on (click here for the full story) by a great guy. But the point is before he canceled on me, he asked me out! In my book, friends, that’s a victory.
On Friday I was feeling so irresistible that I took myself on a date to the sexy Vicky Cristina Barcelona – a movie all about losing yourself to love in a new land.
The week got me wondering – why do I suddenly have it going on?
It doesn’t hurt that East Coast men seem far more on top of the dating game than their West Coast counterparts. (I guess you have more time to ask out women when you’re not busy blow-drying your hair before yoga and indulging in monthly man-icures.)
But I don’t think vacay voodoo is location specific. I’d feel as pretty and giddy and gay visiting Peoria as I would Paris.
It’s the act of traveling itself that sets our hearts free. Our trip’s ticking clock heightens the delights we might otherwise miss. We’re aware that we must eventually catch a return flight from bliss. But that knowledge makes our vacay love better, and more bittersweet, than any other.
Tell us: What’s your best vacay dating story? Do you feel more sexy when you’re away from home sweet home?