European Adventure
I was growing restless. I had been in Europe for two months on my yearlong study abroad program and nothing had happened for me. All my nights going out and experiencing different bars, clubs and parties and not one guy had taken interest in me. My frustrations were mounting; the gay scene in Paris wasn’t like it was in the United States. Since my last two relationships, being involved with other guys had been easy. You would show an interest, talk, maybe date, or if you were lucky you would just go home with each other. Here it was different. All men traveled in packs more exclusive than the last. To be considered to talk to a guy or spend an evening with him you first had to meet the approval of his friends whose …