Loving like a machine (my German fling)
I have told few people my first experience with the bitch called love was a German Mädschen. We were fourteen and held hands for a week before we kissed (no tongues). Months of intense writing followed, long letters. This was before the internet. Then it stopped and no heart was broken.
Intimacy with an Indian girl
Okay, so, yeah, one day when I was heading down the highway between Agra and Jaipur in India, my driver and friend for the occasion introduced me to a friend of his and it clicked. His friend was a she and she was lovely and lived in a small cabin next to the highway.