“Are you working your way around the Mediterranean?“
These were the words of a doctor in the sexual health clinic when I went for a check-up. I’d mentioned Italian and Spanish boyfriends, and an Egyptian liaison – but little did he or I know then how far I would eventually go around that sparkling blue domain.
Several years after that appointment, and much more travel, I’ve had more than my fair share of romances with Mediterranean men. Sometimes they’ve led to something more solid, sometimes they’ve been little more than brief encounters. But the “Med” has had its pull.
I was a Late Starter, romantically speaking. I came back to the UK from Kenya when I was 13, and spent my teens longing for a boyfriend. I’d been a swimmer in Kenya, so I joined the local club – only to watch shyly from the sidelines as one boy after another succumbed to the advances of the bolder girls.
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