The biggest regret so far on this trip was not realizing how stressful flying is for my cat Pepper Jack.
If you thought a crying baby was the worst thing to sit next to on a long international flight, try a screaming cat.
The Xanax prescribed by the veterinarian did not work for Pepper Jack or for me.
So the moment I checked into my cozy little charmer of an Airbnb, I crashed for an hour or two before I was up combing through my photos.
Something from the day had me going back...
It's hard to explain what it was about the boy.
Maybe how he followed me at the airport, seemingly, changing seats as I changed seats to avoid all those awful looks due to my screaming pussy?
Maybe how he looked at me for longer than 10 seconds?
Or maybe it was all imaginary?
The fleeting look he gave me was with me all day though.
I'll never know the answer like I'll never know how he fucks.
On inspecting the photos I took, I realize he had a giant red hickey on his neck.
If he was looking at me, I was clearly not the only one.
